Cain pushed his hand deeper, as if plunging it into a swirling vortex. The void, like a voracious whirlpool, fiercely resisted from within.

"Hmm."

Laila twisted her waist, exhaling sharply. This time, even Cain was taken aback, furrowing his eyebrows.

"Extraordinary, my dear."

He nibbled his finger and then firmly thrust it back in, exhaling with a sigh.

"Just one finger, and it's already so tight."

"Pfft. What on earth..."

Laila couldn't comprehend his words. She felt as if she had done something wrong, despite never having acted against her own will.

"Spread your legs, Laila."

Cain's lascivious command fell. Perhaps in its audibility, there was an indecent allure. When she hesitated, raising her head with uncertainty, he applied gentle pressure, coaxing her.

"Come on, my love."

There was a distinction between calling a name and addressing with endearment. Upon hearing the term of endearment, the ambiguous wall she had erected crumbled. Laila swallowed her dry saliva, and before his eyes, she spread her legs. Embarrassed, she covered her eyes, but even that gesture was removed by Cain's hand.

"You'll get used to it by looking."

Cain wickedly uttered and inserted his hand into her once again. Though the resistance persisted, he calmly nibbled and thrust his hand inward, filling her. With each reciprocal movement of his hand, an inexplicable sensation filled her, rendering her unable to regain her composure. The initial tingling had long dissipated. Her insides were penetrated forcefully as his hand delved to its limits.

"Ah... Cain, stop. I can't bear it any longer. Ugh."

Laila jerked her head vigorously, sobbing. The feeling of another presence entering her body bestowed a powerful physical and mental stimulation. Just the penetration of his fingers alone was unbearable, but the back-and-forth motion against the ceiling felt even more overwhelming.

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"Here it is."

Cain made an incomprehensible sound as he began to move his hand earnestly. Laila's legs, spread wide, began to tremble sweetly. The tingling sensation tightened her lower abdomen, and the world before her became distant amidst the onslaught of pleasure. It was unbearably shameful and irresistibly ecstatic.

Laila's recognition of her state became evident by the rapid motion of her hand, nearly imperceptible to the eye. The palm covered the core, intensifying the stimulation that engulfed her. In a moment, something within her erupted, propelling her to the pinnacle of ecstasy.

"Ah, aaaaah."

Laila craned her neck backward, trembling visibly. Tears unexpectedly streamed down, obscuring her vision. A sensation deep within her quivered, releasing a glistening fluid downward.

Until her trembling subsided, Cain pressed his finger against her, allowing her to savor the climax of pleasure.

Finally, when Cain withdrew his finger, it was coated with a viscous secretion. Without hesitation, he brought that hand to his mouth, leaving Laila both bewildered and strangely exhilarated, causing her body to tremble.

As Cain leaned closer, his lips met her cheek, and he whispered,

"The moment you desire me..."

"Mmhm."

"...something other than a finger shall enter."

Laila comprehended his intention, yet she remained incapable of uttering a single word. Overwhelmed by an immense stimulation, she fell into a deep slumber.

***

It was a morning veiled in a faint mist. Although the sun was absent, the room that emerged from the receding darkness was radiant. From somewhere, the delightful melody of a bird reached her ears.

Laila slowly lifted her eyelids. As she blinked a few times to confirm her sight, she beheld the sight of a man's Adam's apple rising and falling before her.

"......"

Startled, Laila's body stiffened. It was inevitable that they would end up sharing the same bed since she had called Cain over, but she never expected to fall asleep nestled in his embrace like this.

One of his arms remained beneath her head, while the other enveloped her waist. Moreover, his thigh nestled deeply between her legs, rendering Laila completely immobile. As she felt something amiss, she lowered her head, revealing that her nightgown had ridden up to her waist.

"Oh, dear."

A belated realization swept over her, carrying the memories of the previous night. It was Laila who had first suggested sleeping together, and Cain had silently agreed. They had merely exchanged a few words, yet she found herself in his arms. They kissed, tongues entwined, and she eagerly welcomed his touch with ragged breaths. When he moved atop her body, it startled and thrilled her. Overwhelmed by the ecstasy of her first experience, she eventually lost consciousness.

Strangely enough, every step of the process went smoothly. He adeptly maneuvered the situation, drawing her towards him, as if there had never been any awkwardness before. It seemed peculiar that he showed no prior indications, but he became aroused and devoured her with fervor.

"Ah..."