Bringing Xayah and Akali back to the Temple of the Everlasting, Faen returned to Karma's room once again.
Normally, coming directly to Karma's room would be highly unlikely, because under the effects of the magical wards, unless summoned by Darha, one would need to go through numerous announcements just to see her.
But the privilege of the Seal of the Twin Dragons allowed Faen to ignore such protocols. Combined with the nature of the spiritual realm and his connection to the wards, Faen arriving at Darha's residence was as effortlessly casual as strolling into his own backyard.
Darha's room itself was situated at the nexus between her own spiritual realm and the material realm. Stepping into it, just as Faen was about to knock on the door, he heard some familiar, suppressed sounds.
Having broken in quite a few girls, even though they were just faint sounds, Faen immediately realized what was happening inside.
Simply put, she was stifled.
Thinking this, Faen didn't bother trying to knock; instead, he pushed the door open directly and stepped inside.
Without the door blocking the way, the slightly suppressed sounds became much clearer. Lying on the bed with low whimpers accompanied by rapid panting, Karma had her legs spread wide and her waist arched up. The intense emotions stimulated her body, forcing her to prop herself up with her legs and head like an arched bridge.
Her hand groped continuously. Feeling the endless secretion of her bodily fluids, Darha felt a wave of tingling numbness spreading from deep inside her body.
Finally, with a sudden shudder, Darha squirted out a violent stream of juices as if she had been electrocuted.
The sudden rush of pleasure made Darha scream out loud. This likely wasn't Darha's first time attempting to masturbate like this, because she didn't stop afterward. Instead, after twitching briefly for a few moments, she bit her lip again and continued rubbing her clit, her eyes filled with complex emotions.
Not enough, it's not enough, it's nowhere near enough!
Darha's eyes were filled with unwilling frustration and disappointment.
Ever since she experienced this condition for the first time, Darha had tried to resolve it privately by herself to prevent the situation from deteriorating further.
By the time Darha could almost no longer endure it, when the lust and cravings sealed deep within her consciousness had reached their absolute limits, threatening to burst out and transform her entirely into a filthy little slut, Darha had decided to completely sever the sensory sharing ritual with Syndra.
But it was no use; Syndra was pregnant. Even if only for the sake of the unborn child, Darha couldn't convince herself to risk attempting to break the connection.
With no other choice, Darha could only endure it alone.
In the very beginning, for Darha, a quick and hasty masturbation session was enough to mostly resolve her urges.
But as her body's threshold continuously increased, the time required was also constantly prolonged.
By now, Darha even had to use the unique properties of the spiritual realm to adjust the flow of time, spending nearly three times the duration of the outside world constantly fingering herself just to quickly calm her body down.
Thinking about this, and knowing she couldn't go on like this, Darha took a deep breath. Then, with an unspeakable sense of shame, she continued fondling her nether regions while tracing the outline of Faen's figure in her mind.
Although she hadn't engaged in any deep, penetrating exchanges with him yet, thanks to Syndra's sensory sharing ritual, even though she hadn't truly become a woman yet, Darha was completely and vividly aware of exactly how one became a woman—or rather, what it felt like to become Faen's woman.
Thinking this, Darha softly murmured Faen's name. As her sealed heart slightly unlocked, Darha felt the accumulated pressure in her body ease considerably.
This made Darha breathe a sigh of relief, but deep down, she felt exceptionally helpless—fantasizing about Faen's figure in her mind and murmuring his name indeed relieved a massive amount of stress in a short time.
But this was no different from her previous masturbation. Before, a few simple rubs were enough, but now she had to frequently increase the stimulation.
By the same logic, if she was merely fantasizing now, then what would happen later on...
Thinking this, Darha felt a sudden wave of thirst. She climbed up from the bed and reached out to grope for a cup, but found nothing.
"The water is right here."
"Oh, thank you." Hearing Faen's voice, Darha subconsciously nodded in thanks.
But just as she poured the water into her mouth, Darha realized something was terribly wrong. Her expression froze instantly, and she abruptly snapped her gaze to her side.
Greeting her eyes was Faen, who had sat down beside her at some unknown point. He sat perfectly upright, his gaze full of peace, while a massive bulge pitched a huge tent in his crotch.
At the very least, Darha could clearly see that the inner side of Faen's thigh was completely propped up by a long, thick outline, giving the impression that a tree trunk as thick as a grown man's arm had been stuffed in there.
With her body and mind still lingering in the afterglow of her recent climax, seeing such a sight, Darha couldn't help but swallow hard.
It seemed... no, it wasn't a 'seemed', it was definitely even bigger than the one in her fantasies. And bigger by a massive margin.
Thinking this, Darha couldn't help but purse her lips. But she quickly snapped back to her senses, blushing furiously as she averted her gaze, coughed lightly, and said, "When... when did you get in here?"
Although she felt incredibly ashamed, Darha didn't panic or lose her composure because of it. Instead, she tried her best to calm down, while tugging at the bubble-like hem of her dress to cover her plump lower body, which was still glistening with lustful juices.
Unfortunately, the hem of the dress was already completely soaked through. Now, having hastily covered herself, the wet fabric clung tightly to her skin, revealing the distinct outline of her camel toe. The half-hidden, translucent sight was actually far more seductive than if she had just left it completely bare.
Especially since this whole process happened in a continuous sequence, it imperceptibly added a heavy touch of sexual tension to the air.
"Hmm, it should have been right around the time you climaxed for the first time."
Although he wasn't entirely sure which climax it was for Darha, judging from the traces around the room, it should have been the first one...
When playing with the other girls in his harem, girls like Caitlyn and Jinx really loved to masturbate while watching Vi get pinned to the bed and ruthlessly fucked by Faen. Then, the moment Vi was completely spent, they would immediately rush up to take her place, teasing and stealing bites of his cock while Vi lay powerless to resist.
Over time, Faen had also mastered the ability to judge the number of times a girl had masturbated based purely on the surrounding wet spots and traces.
Thinking this, Faen stood up and said, "Speaking of which, I think I just heard you calling out my name earlier. Is it because of the sensory sharing ritual with Syndra?"
Hearing this, Darha pursed her lips, silently nodded, and said, "...Yes."
"Do you need my help?" Faen pointed at his crotch and said, "I happen to be holding back an unbearably painful load myself."