Chapter 116: A Game of Instincts
Inwardly, Cain wished with suppressed fury that he could reclaim his latent power in full for just a single second—if only to show this woman residing in this space who truly ought to hold the reins of control, and to prove to her that he was capable of making her experience delight far beyond anything she could fathom if he took command!
The room was completely vacant and quiet... it seemed as though no one was present save for him. Since they were still inside the house and Lucy had not proceeded to transfer him to the dimension of "The Paradise of Pleasure," it meant that Lucy merely wished to indulge in a light, casual game at the moment, rather than engaging in excessive indulgence right now.
Cain realized with utmost clarity that Lucy’s archenemy—and the absolute killer of her pleasure—was beholding zero reaction from him. Remarkably, this made her unsatisfied, as a lack of engagement deprived her of the ecstasy of victory.
Thus, Cain resolved to remain completely silent and still upon the bed without the slightest reaction, making not the feeblest attempt to resist the binding spell wrapped around him.
The spell was by no means harmful; rather, it imparted a strange sensation of comfort and softness—so much so that he comfortably realized he could remain reclining in this posture for long hours without encountering the slightest issue!
Time passed quietly... Not much had elapsed, perhaps barely ten minutes—even though Cain had anticipated that Lucy would cling to her game far longer and remain hidden—when the silence was broken by her lingering voice!
"Hey! This is not fun whatsoever! You know what? I will not untie these restraints from you... You can stay like this as long as you wish, and I will not care about you in any case!"
With a sudden magical flourish, Lucy manifested out of thin air in the center of the room, while a glittering violet aura scattered and vanished into the atmosphere around her.
Cain replied in a stern, low tone: "You are the one who should not bind me in this vulgar manner! I am the one who is supposed to restrain you... Have you not had your fill yet of these wicked and provocative games?"
In a fraction of a second, Lucy lightly glided closer, her beautiful face appearing directly beside Cain’s frowning visage at a perilous proximity—a distance that caused Cain’s features to shift and falter slightly despite his effort to hold his ground.
Lucy smiled playfully, her voice brimming with magic and malice: "Oh, really? I believe deep within that you love this kind of game... It does not matter in any case; what matters is that you are enjoying yourself... Is that not right? You do not need to overthink things—it is enough to simply enjoy... my handsome Cain!"
Lucy extended her soft hand and gently stroked Cain’s cheek... yet Cain’s facial expressions crumpled in clear, explicit annoyance.
Cain stated firmly: "...I do not like this whatsoever."
He added: "Enough of this..."
Lucy filled her eyes with challenge, stating: "Oh, really? And what of it then? So long as you ultimately enjoy this warmth, you can remain like this for a while longer!"
For a moment, Cain found himself unable to discover the ideal method to convince Lucy that this forced posture granted him none of the masculine satisfaction he sought... Yet as he applied his intellect for a few brief seconds, a clever scheme mapped itself in his mind to manipulate her logic!
Cain gazed into her eyes with composure, stating in a quiet, grounded tone: "You are a woman... are you not? And a woman—by the natural order of things—never reaches the true peak of delight unless she is mastered with expertise."
Lucy erupted into a low, mocking laugh: "Hahaha! You will not manage to trick me with these convoluted words just to take command and rob me of control!"
A serene, confident smile carved across Cain’s face, as he added with calculated persuasion: "How about we undertake the experiment for just a single time? On one absolute condition: you do not utilize your magical power whatsoever... and I assume full leadership and control. What do you think? Merely a one-time trial in which you lose nothing..."
A strange shiver coursed through Lucy’s limbs, stirred by that challenge and the confident look in his eyes... She knew not the nature of this sudden feeling, yet since it would merely be a temporary adventure and trial, she resolved not to overthink the consequences!
When Cain noted that vacant, wandering look in Lucy’s eyes—signaling hesitation and deep deliberation—he seized the split second to draw her further into his snare.
He knew all too well that Lucy might assent to the principle at first, yet she was hardly the type to make concessions with ease. If the trial proved anything less than thoroughly intoxicating and intensely "hellish" in the manner to which she was accustomed, she would deem it a hollow, ruined failure. For Lucy was unlike any ordinary human in any metric.
Lucy tilted her head with proud defiance: "Fine... I agree, but for one time only! And if that single time fails to satisfy me completely, do not expect me to yield to you ever again... unless, of course, you ask me in a very special manner... very special indeed."
A subtle, enigmatic smile traced Cain’s lips—neither exaggerated nor cold, nor even a defensive reaction to her challenging tone, but the calm posture of one who held the strings of the game.
Cain replied softly: "I know your ’special methods’ intimately well... but it is hardly fair for you to employ your magical tools and abilities to gain the upper hand while I remain completely stripped of mine."
Lucy knit her brows in surprise, wondering inwardly what Cain meant by those cryptic words.
Cain pressed on, his tone growing ever more persuasive: "In other words... the scales must be balanced. Each of us deserves a fair chance... do we not?"
Her sharp intuition warned her that behind this man’s gaze lay something suspiciously unpredictable. She cautioned in a guarded tone: "So... what is it you want, then?"
Cain did not waste this golden opening, answering directly: "Unbind me first and foremost... and only then shall I reveal everything to you."
A subtle thread of tension crept into Lucy’s composure; Cain was clearly orchestrating something within his mind. She shrugged her shoulders with impetuous impatience: "Hmph... Very well, if such a trivial matter is what holds you back."
Lucy flicked her hand through the air in a lightning-swift spellcast. In that exact instant, the magical cocoon encasing Cain dissolved, melting into the air as though it had never existed!
Cain finally reclaimed his freedom, swinging his legs down from the bed to stand at his full height right before Lucy, who eyed him with a blend of anticipation and hidden anxiety.
Cain smiled, stating in a calm, resolute voice: "In truth... I have committed to memory the exact properties and compositions of those flowers that grew in the dimension of ’The Paradise of Pleasure.’ I now possess comprehensive knowledge of virtually every variety, because you forced me to inhale every single one against my will while you breathed them in randomly amidst the chaos... What do you say I attempt to dazzle you now?"
Having absorbed the physical effects of those cursed blossoms and mastered their precise physical nuances—combined with his veteran, high-tier expertise in alchemy and chemical compounds—he was now practically capable of crafting a concoction that would ignite Lucy’s senses, causing her to lose control entirely!