Hearing Faen's utterly blunt words, the corner of Darha's eye twitched slightly, but then she shook her head helplessly and said:
"Is this how you always amuse girls?"
Although it sounded like a tactful rejection, the mere moment of hesitation from Darha just now proved that her heart was nowhere near as firm and calm as it appeared on the surface.
At the very least, Faen could feel that Darha's body was still in a state of intense arousal and lustful craving.
This arousal and craving wasn't just the lingering afterglow of her recent climax—even though Darha had indeed gotten so excited the moment she first laid eyes on Faen that she even squirted quite a bit of juice.
But Darha was, after all, the contemporary Awakened One, Karma. Her powerful spiritual strength and self-cultivation allowed her to successfully suppress her mental urges.
But the very existence of such carnal urges wasn't something that could be easily suppressed just because one wanted to.
Just like right now. Although Darha endured it very well at the beginning, with the two of them alone in the same room, the covering over Darha's nether regions was hardly better than nothing at all.
The soaking wet silk robe originally featured a slit all the way up to her waist. Now drenched, it clung tightly over her high, plump pubic mound. Let alone the outline of her pussy lips, Faen could even clearly see the distinct, bud-like protrusion of her clitoris pressing against the fabric.
In fact, Faen truly had no intention of hiding his lust. As they conversed, his eyes roamed freely over her hard, protruding nipples and her similarly braless, pantyless, soaking wet lower body.
This gave Karma the feeling of being visually violated. She clearly should have felt angry and outraged, but due to the connection from the sensory sharing ritual, Darha inexplicably felt a subtle thrill of joy.
Especially her breasts; she hadn't felt much there before, but with Faen's arrival, combined with Syndra's current pregnant state, the physical and mental stimulation made Darha clearly feel her chest growing damp with milk.
Looking down, the protruding nipples and the wet milk stains spreading outward from them directly exposed Darha's true inner desires.
The urge to be doted on, to be degraded, to be bred and knocked up was constantly growing stronger.
Although Darha herself was still enduring it well mentally, her body had clearly made full preparations.
Realizing this, Darha only felt an ever-deepening sense of immense shame. Her body couldn't help but tremble continuously, and it took quite a while before she regained her composure. But as a price, the wet milk stains on her chest had grown so heavy that droplets began to fall downward.
Sitting on the bed, Faen could even more vividly see a distinct puddle of wetness spreading outward from beneath Darha's fat, plump, and perfectly shaped ass.
"Well, under normal circumstances, I don't amuse girls like this." Looking at the incredibly erotic scene before him, Faen shrugged and said:
"Personally, I prefer choices based on mutual consent. Of course, even if it's not entirely mutual, if there is a need for it, I'm more than willing to lend a helping hand."
Saying this, Faen explained, "I already have a general idea about the situation with the Quinlon, and those sages of the Temple of the Everlasting should be on their way here right now. If we don't make preparations in advance, when the meeting starts later..."
Hearing this, Darha fell silent for a moment. Shortly after, she pursed her lips and said with some helplessness, "Honestly, I strongly suspect you calculated all of this perfectly..."
"No, no, no, this was truly just an unexpected accident." Faen denied it, looking slightly helpless himself:
"Although I do pay a bit of attention to every pretty, beautiful girl, in my heart, you are different. It has nothing to do with your status or position, but rather your character and ideals."
"Though I do admit that I harbor some improper thoughts regarding you, Darha—for instance, this."
Pointing at his massive crotch, Faen added:
"But I certainly don't have the ability to monitor what you are doing at all times and arrange all of this perfectly in advance."
Hearing Faen's words, Darha nodded thoughtfully.
Just as Faen had said, although Darha was indeed a bit suspicious at first that Faen had orchestrated this, thinking carefully about it... within her own spiritual realm, let alone Faen, even the unified spiritual consciousness of all past Awakened Ones couldn't spy on her in the slightest.
It had nothing to do with power levels; this was a matter of pure rules and concepts—just like a lucid dream. As the master of the dream, while Darha might not be completely omnipotent here, preventing an outsider from entering was absolutely effortless.
And the reason Faen was able to enter so easily...
Glancing at the seal on the back of Faen's hand, Karma sighed—was it due to her own negligence? That made sense. After all, back when discussing the future of Ionia, Faen was the only one who understood why she had to do what she did, proposing, supporting, and helping her.
Thinking this, Darha checked her own current state.
Undeniably, her current state was indeed terrible.
Although her initial lust had been effectively alleviated through masturbation, with Faen's arrival—especially with his rock-hard cock prominently and eye-catchingly pressed against his thigh... Constant exposure to it, coupled with what Faen had just said about paying special attention to her...
Thinking of this, Darha sighed again—she had almost lost count of how many times she had sighed today.
Logically speaking, frequent sighing should indicate being in an environment that made one feel physically and mentally exhausted. But Darha could clearly feel that her sighs were not born out of fatigue.
If anything, her body and mind were currently immersed in an unspeakable state of arousal, ecstasy, and intense craving.
And these current sighs were actually just her moral bottom line lowering step by step.
With the sages about to arrive, whether as the Awakened One Karma or simply as herself, Darha absolutely could not afford any loss of composure.
"Mmm... The upcoming meeting might concern the entire future of Ionia, and the coexistence between Ionians and Vastayans."
After a moment of silence, Darha carefully weighed her words and said, "And because of the sensory sharing ritual with Syndra, and because Syndra is currently pregnant with your child. Even if only for the sake of the baby, I cannot risk breaking the ritual..."
"Therefore, my current state is somewhat unbalanced. But if an accident happens during the meeting, it could jeopardize the plans for all of Ionia's future..."
"So?" Faen asked.
Gulping hard, Darha pursed her lips and used her fingers to lift the hem of her silk robe once again.
"So... I hope to receive your help."