Chapter 118: Are You Punishing Me?
Are You Punishing Me?
Cain decided to stand and remain patient for a short while, observing with scrutinizing eyes the chemical effects taking their full course in Lucy’s veins... even though he realized within his mind that these compositions might not yield the complete result, given that Lucy was by no means an ordinary entity.
For even if the potency of the flowers was not of the same strength and dominance with which they affected him, Cain had calculated this probability with absolute precision.
The simple solution that most people would execute—which he knew would prove futile—was to increase the dose in hopes that the traditional effects, such as heightened sensitivity and excessive desire, would ignite within Lucy at the same rate... Yet that would never succeed regardless of how many dozens of times he recalculated!
The primary obstacle lay in the fact that Lucy had already attained insane levels of desire and passion merely from Cain’s presence beside her, not to mention that she surpassed him in sheer power.
From this sprouted his brilliant idea of utilizing pure imagination; for when Lucy was compelled to draw his image in her mind with closed eyes, her brain would not construct merely the realistic form of Cain present before her, but would build the legendary, ideal version that Lucy specifically lusted after and longed to behold!
Thus Cain mapped his scheme... To extract Lucy from the sphere of emotion and psychological control and hurl her directly into the sphere of pure physical pleasure and raw passion, he had to place her mind in a state of confusion and turmoil... until her body took over filling the voids solely through what it sensed via touch and instinctual feelings!
A surging urge to laugh wrestled within Cain’s chest as he watched Lucy squirming lightly upon the bed, struggling fiercely against the numbing effect that resembled a heavy hypnotic agent upon her consciousness...
Lucy felt that a surging wave of overwhelming desire and a magnificent sensation were on their way to her, and she harbored a deep apprehension that if she succumbed to sleep now, she would miss out on that anticipated ecstasy. Her imagination—fed by the floral composition—began painting the details of that ideal moment when Cain would pounce upon her... She began imagining the scene of the encounter and precisely how his touch would feel!
Lucy’s voice emerged stifled and muffled from between her lips: "You... why have you not come yet?!"
Lucy was falling under the heavy burden of numbness and sleepiness in an unsettling manner, while Cain observed her magical aura beginning to flow involuntarily into the room as a result of suppression and dissatisfaction!
Cain replied in a low, composed voice: "Wait a little..."
Beholding Lucy in this turbulent state—squirming while her desire ebbed in this fashion—was a scene indescribable in words for Cain... Seeing this condition and this unbridled desire made Cain seriously wish to forget about the challenge and the wager entirely, to throw himself atop her and be with her in this moment regardless of who controlled the other, so long as love was what bound them together...
Yet Cain felt that acting upon that emotion meant absolute surrender! It meant squandering the sole golden opportunity in which he could prove his capacity for leadership and dominance... Even though he fully knew that once he reclaimed his full power at his true level (Truth Level), he would assume the reins of control and Lucy would be unable to suppress him as she did now... that instinctual drive known as "masculine pride" urged him to hold out!
Cain pressed upon himself, attempting to convince himself to wait for a few additional seconds...
Lucy called to him again with a warm groan: "Cain... where are you?"
Lucy’s hands rose to grip her shoulders tightly, as though embracing a mirage and the thin air, wringing her body from the sheer intensity of desire!
Cain was tortured in his position while contemplating this magnificent sight before him; he found no outlet to vent the mounting pressure within his body save to strip off his shirt and toss it aside...
Her appearance was alluring to an extreme degree, making Cain feel for a moment as though he were losing control over his body’s movements, standing before this sensual beauty without the capacity to endure any longer!
Lucy murmured with clear annoyance carved upon her beautiful face: "So you are not coming... are you? Are you punishing me?!"
In truth, Cain was the one suffering internally as he watched dissatisfaction creep into her facial expressions...
Lucy’s condition resembled the thirst of a traveler wandering in the depths of a barren desert, facing an endless path while suffocating from the scarcity of water!
Lucy’s mind—which attempted fiercely to fight the exhaustion and drowsiness while her eyes remained closed—was resisting by driving the level of expectations upward in a frantic, escalating surge... exactly like a gambler confident of victory who loses the first time... then the second... watching his last piles of cash vanish before his eyes, turning expectations of massive victory into deep regret and an even fiercer hunger to achieve the win!
The fantasies began contracting in her mind... The romantic scenes began diminishing in a gloomy progression... and the deep emotions surging in her chest began wilting beneath the weight of frustration, until the very last drop of hope fell!
However...
At that exact instant...
Lucy felt a precise magical sting course through the fabric of her body, originating from below! It was faint at first, to the extent that Lucy presumed it a mere illusion of her exhausted imagination...
Yet that sting began materializing and magnifying at a staggering speed before she could comprehend the nature of what was occurring!
And with the fall of that final drop of hope... a colossal, titanic waterfall of pure pleasure and unadulterated passion surged into Lucy’s head and veins following that magical sting that Cain had injected into her body!
the violent tremors of intense pleasure and unadulterated passion that battered Lucy in those moments were far stronger than anything her imagination..or even his own mind—could ever comprehend. They shuddered through the entirety of her frame, causing her veins to ignite with an overwhelming, uncontrollable desire!