Chapter 119: The Climax of Ecstasy
When Cain began to accelerate and pick up the pace, Lucy entered a strange, enchanting state of raw passion and pure desire... Complete darkness encompassed her closed eyes from every angle, and she was capable of nothing save conjuring those flawless, unrestrained images of Cain that filled her mind.
Every passing moment in that time seemed like a lavish, heavenly instant! Her mind—which at this moment comprehended nothing except that it was experiencing pleasure to the absolute maximum—and her body, which gradually melted into a sea of this numbing sensation, and Cain, who wrapped his powerful arms around her, pressing her fully to his warm chest...
Lucy felt as though the thirst of her desire had finally been slaked after all that fatigue, exhaustion, and agonizing anticipation!
Her face, now overflowing with deeply alluring and explicit expressions, truly seemed to grasp—as was evident upon her features—the genuine pleasure and absolute ecstasy of a woman’s body when guided and controlled with mastery by a man asserting his sovereignty...
She felt desired to the very core, feeling no need whatsoever to think about anything other than absolute surrender to the pleasure, following the sensual rhythm, and diving deeper and deeper into this feeling that had completely numb her senses... until it appeared she had entirely forgotten—or her exhausted mind no longer wished to remember—how even the lungs could breathe in their natural manner!
After three full hours of continuous exertion and passion...
Lucy, lying upon the bed, appeared—for nearly the first time since Cain had known her—with an excessively foolish and surrendered expression. A absurd, sweet thread of saliva trickled spontaneously from the side of her mouth, and sudden, low giggles burst from between her lips every now and then, while her soft body still trembled lightly from the residual aftershocks of that tempestuous ecstasy!
Cain was finally able to rise while breathing deeply, looking down at Lucy lying in bed with awe and languor.
He quickly dressed in his normal clothes, then approached her and gently shook her shoulder with tenderness: "Hey Lucy... are you alright?"
Yet Lucy did not look at him at all; instead, she continued to close her eyes in relaxation, subtly turning her head upon the pillow.
She appeared as though trying to assemble the words and speak properly and coherently, yet she could not control her clear tone, speaking in a trembling, raspy voice: "I... am completely fine... insanely wonderful... hehe... this feeling is ridiculously incredible..."
Cain did not know what he ought to say upon witnessing Lucy fall into that state of numbness and disorientation due to the ecstasy of his magic and chemistry... Perhaps he had overdone it slightly by persisting throughout those three hours!
Despite knowing that Lucy would suffer no physical harm due to her formidable power, this concentrated dosage had nevertheless left her mind incapable of thinking and acting in a balanced manner for the time being...
This was indisputably his fault entirely... Yet whenever he recalled how she wrapped herself around him, demanding more and greater intensity every time he attempted to rise and stop, he found himself compelled to continue and pounce once more, heedless of any consequences!
Cain asked her in a quiet tone: "Do you want to rest for a bit?" (meaning for her mind to clear and for her to regain full consciousness).
Lucy replied in a numb whisper: "I suppose so... just a little bit..."
Deep down, Cain recognized that Lucy would be fine and would regain her full strength, but he was honestly fearful of the repercussions of what had occurred, and how her actions and magical influence would be affected once she awakened to realize she had lost the wager and that the reins of control had been seized from her!
Cain exhaled heavily and said: "Alright then... I will leave now. I am heading to Nathan’s jewelry store to agree with him on the specific appointment when we will meet that woman."
Lucy remained silent for a few seconds, fighting off sleep and drowsiness, before whispering in a confident, enticing tone from her place: "Come back quickly... we are not finished yet..."
Cain attempted to speak in a more serious, composed tone before this enchanting girl lying upon the bed in all her beauty and sweetness, her eyes closed and refusing to open them: "Alright... rest until I return."
Lucy nodded lightly, releasing a soft, low chuckle that trickled into his ears.
At that moment, Cain pulled the silk blanket and gently draped it over Lucy’s body to cover her completely.
Once he was reassured that she had grown quiet and succumbed to rest, he immediately departed the room and the house, stepping out into the tranquil street outside.
Cain did not possess a private car to travel with in this world, nor did he wish to use his power or energy excessively so long as the situation did not compel him to do so. Thus, he decided to download the highest-rated ride-hailing application on his phone. When he requested the car and set his destination, the final fare appeared before his eyes... prompting him to slap his forehead with his palm in annoyance after recalling for a moment that he had arrived in this world completely broke, lacking any local currency!
Cain was on the verge of giving up and utilizing his magical energy to move immediately and resolve the monetary shortage to reach Nathan’s shop quickly... but before he could take a single step...
Suddenly and out of nowhere!
Dozens of luxurious, armored black cars screeched to a halt before him, and within seconds, dozens of burly men clad in formal black suits and neckties poured out!
Expressions of shock and surprise filled Cain’s face as he observed this sudden blockade in front of the house...
One of the burly men rushed forward quickly and opened the door of the main armored vehicle with immense respect... allowing a stern, imposing old man to emerge from the open door, assisted by one of his black-suited guards to disembark and stand upright.
From behind him, Nathan stepped out, trembling with horror and panic, glancing at Cain with anxious eyes before turning toward the old man, whose sharp facial features and wrinkles conveyed no warmth or tolerance whatsoever!
The old man leaned upon his golden cane, staring at Cain with piercing, hawk-like eyes, before speaking in a booming voice dripping with authority:
"I am Vincent Ian... Lord of the Ian Family! And I am here to receive a full, immediate explanation from you for everything that has occurred!"
Cain stood in his place without fully understanding what this old man was driving at,