Chapter 117: The Chemistry
Although the flowers of the dimension "The Paradise of Pleasure" did not typically affect Lucy with a severity that robbed her of sound judgment... in a specific concentration of mixing and blending, they possessed the ability to completely paralyze her power of speech—reaching that threshold just before the peak—and drive her desire beyond all bounds of control!
Even so, Lucy knew with absolute certainty how to bring herself joy through intimacy and delight in her own body under any circumstances. Thus, Cain’s attempt to compel her to inhale the nectar of those flowers to wring from her an admission of satisfaction was—in her view—an endeavor doomed to absolute failure!
For she alone knew what she truly desired and how to experience fulfillment...
Lucy sneered with beautiful malice, her eyes filling with challenge: "Hahaha... You simply will never be able to attain what you aspire to... Hmph!"
Cain was deeply determined to shatter her absolute confidence, and to show her in truth what he could craft through ingenuity and science to drive her wild with passion.
Cain spoke in a calm, confident tone: "You shall witness it for yourself... What do you say we play a game with specific conditions? You may recline comfortably upon the bed, with one absolute and unyielding condition: you are strictly forbidden from opening your eyes whatsoever, remaining completely motionless and in absolute relaxation... If you open your eyes under any circumstances, you are deemed the loser of the wager! Do you agree?"
Lucy knit her brows in protest, stating: "What sort of game is this where you dictate the rules yourself without consulting me?! Why must I close my eyes in the first place?"
Yet Cain possessed a prepared response, having anticipated her objection from the very beginning: "Because in the end, you are the sole and final judge! You are the one who will ultimately decide whether you are satisfied or not—is that not fair enough?! Moreover, nothing is required of you save to lie back and relax entirely."
Lucy smiled within her secret heart, anticipating that Cain would taste bitter and humiliating defeat; for satisfying her desire and physical passion was something whose secret code was known to no one but herself!
The matter was by no means limited to the raw physical body or solitary practice; it was far nobler and vastly more intricate: the tones of voice, the manner of speech, and the expressions upon Cain’s cornered face while lingering under her domain... All these details constituted at least 30% of her entire ecstatic experience!
And when he requested that she close her eyes, he had cleverly—or rather, stupidly—deprived her of that visual percentage, making his defeat inevitably forced in her view.
Lucy thought wickedly that if he failed to satisfy her intimately, a penalty of an entire year inside the dimension of "The Paradise of Pleasure" would prove exceedingly fitting for him!
Lucy made her way toward the bed and reclined upon it in the exact same posture Cain had been occupying moments prior.
Cain contemplated her, exhaling deeply as he crafted the steps of his chemical plan with meticulous precision... Lucy closed her eyes in relaxation, prompting him to warn her with gentle firmness: "Do not dare open them ever..."
Cain was by no means foolhardy; rather, he realized with full clarity that Lucy derived the lion’s share of her intimate gratification from him personally... or more accurately, from her sensation that he was trapped within her grasp and beneath her control.
For women—as emotional beings par excellence—derive genuine fulfillment and passion from emotional and psychological connection, unlike the purely physical gratification in men driven by raw instinct.
Cain’s strategy boiled down to confining Lucy’s consciousness, shifting her through scientific and magical means to rely entirely upon raw instinct and pure desire to lead her!
With lightning speed, Cain ground two rare flowers and merged their fine ashes together... He had studied their organic properties with mastery, trusting implicitly in his advanced chemical expertise.
The first factor he required was the amplification and magnification of intimate imagination; for it served as the cornerstone upon which everything would be constructed. The second factor was the addition of compounds that stimulated auditory and sensory hallucinations in a calculated fashion...
For those flowers were not drugs meant to rob one of consciousness, but rather specialized magical intimate stimulants designed to elevate passion and heighten desire along defined pathways.
The instant the powder of the ground flowers drifted into Lucy’s respiratory tract via a swift magical motion... Cain smoothly approached her ear, whispering in a warm, deep tone:
"I love you, Lucy..."
Lucy’s body shuddered abruptly and perceptibly, a wave of intimate goosebumps coursing through her limbs!
The word was by no means ordinary... Thanks to the synthesis of imagination and hallucination, Lucy did not hear it merely once in Cain’s true voice; rather, the phrase began echoing within the depths of her hearing in countless cadences: low, distant, loud, and whispered!
Dozens of overlapping voices of Cain echoed abundantly within her mind, causing her imagination to run at a frantic pace, envisioning Cain in every instance within different postures of intimacy and excitement as he whispered that exact same sentence!
Lucy murmured in numbness and an escalating urge to resist: "Mmm... This... this is not fair..."
The word possessed no effect capable of eradicating Lucy’s psychological awareness entirely; for within a portion of her consciousness, she recognized that these specters were illusions, despite the fatigue, overflowing emotions, and desire that engulfed her.
And Cain knew this all too well; these emotional effects were merely the initial spark and fuel propelling what was to come!
It was precisely at this point... that the true chemical and magical arts began, aiming to awaken the utmost heights of passion!
The Flower of Absolute Passion...
The Flower of Limb Numbness...
The Serpent Flower...
And the Flower of Singular Flesh...
The reactive compounds produced by this mixture were sufficient on their own to forge an irresistible physical and passionate drive... an exceptionally tight equation! Yet Cain did not stop at that...
Cain began embedding his own energy into the core of that aromatic mixture, blending it with precision via his magic, before pumping it directly and rapidly into Lucy’s respiratory system.
Suddenly... Lucy’s body appeared as though subjected to a strange influence akin to heavy sleeping pills; her frame relaxed completely, becoming heavy and struggling against fatigue. Yet a deep, instinctual part within her sounded a terrifying alarm that something unprecedented was on the verge of exploding inside her!
At that moment, Cain stood watching Lucy’s body, which had relaxed completely upon the bed in an unsettling numbness, her closed eyes focused in suppressed anticipation.
Lucy murmured in her inner thoughts with awe and languor: What have you done to me, Cain?
In this state, anticipation served as a sharp weapon, and curiosity proved to be something far more dangerous! When the physical body pays the toll of exhaustion and its motor expectations decline under the weight of exertion... the imagination devours the subtlest details, magnifying intimate expectations to an extreme degree.
And when the body senses a temporary disappointment or presumes that the dosage was weaker than anticipated... only to be struck with the full, concentrated dosage of intimate stimulants at the exact moment its defenses drop... the effect would resemble pulling a drowning person from the depths of the ocean at the precise instant they became certain of inevitable demise!