In that moment, swept away by the ambiance, she failed to contemplate deeply. Now, a mixture of confusion and a peculiar exhilaration pervaded her. The feeling that her relationship with Cain had become somewhat special. She had a sense that he might feel the same, not just her alone.

Unbeknownst to herself, Laila raised her hand and placed it on his chest. In an instant, his thigh pressed deeper between her legs. The reason for her increased astonishment was the immense object touching her abdomen. She knew exactly what it was—the manhood that had found its place between her legs the previous night. It remained clinging to her body since the early morning, reviving the intense sensations from the night before.

Merely contemplating it caused the phallus upon his thigh to wriggle. The same electrifying pleasure she had felt yesterday surged between her legs once more. Laila couldn't help but feel bewildered, silently scolding herself. She was afraid that Cain might notice, hesitant to take any risks.

"What should I do now?"

She couldn't determine whether she should discreetly slip away or wake him up. Fortunately, Cain still seemed asleep, exhaling regular breaths.

She pondered that she had to escape from the bed. To do so, she had to detach herself from his entwined body like a web. Gingerly, she withdrew her hand from Cain and cautiously retreated from his thigh. A sudden emptiness surged between her legs, but she pretended not to notice as she rolled over. With utmost care, as she leaned forward, Cain's strong arm pulled her waist closer, and she was instantly pulled back, her back pressing against his chest.

Oops. The moment she let out a faint moan.

"Is sneaking away your hobby?"

His voice, still heavy with sleep, resonated deeply.

"Are you awake?"

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Laila was taken aback, but she casually held his hand wrapped around her waist and asked nonchalantly.

"I've been awake since a while ago."

"But... why didn't you say anything?"

"Because it's comfortable."

Cain replied, holding her even tighter and brushing his lips against her forehead. The way he spoke to her had become more relaxed after last night's events. It seemed to narrow the psychological distance between them. It felt as if they had truly become a couple. Like the physical ecstasy of last night, this too provided her with a sense of emotional fulfillment.

"I never knew holding you could be this comfortable."

Cain leaned down and kissed the nape of Laila's neck. His lips moved lightly over her skin, covered with a few strands of hair. The teasing touch sent shivers down her body. Her heart raced to the tender sound of his voice. If his breath poured a little more, she felt as though her body would melt away.

Laila clenched the sheet tightly and struggled to speak.

"Um, yesterday..."

Laila was about to ask how she had lost consciousness, but she stopped talking. Of all the things to bring up...

He knew what they had done, but he didn't know why that had happened. However, she couldn't bring herself to tell him what she didn't know either. It was embarrassing for him to bring it up himself.

"I wish you had spoken, Laila."

"I forgot what I was going to say."

Laila's hurried defense prompted a soundless chuckle from Cain. His body, bent like a shrimp, kept contorting. After a brief pause in his laughter, he spoke on her behalf.

"How did it happen yesterday?"

"......"

In response to Cain's continuation, Laila silently nodded her head.

"You got carried away and lost your composure all by yourself. I didn't expect you to be so touchy."

Cain playfully lowered his body, pressing his lower half against Laila's buttocks. His erect masculinity rested lengthily between the cleft of her buttocks. Each deliberate exertion of his strength made his member, which sprang up promptly, distinctly felt. Lying on her abdomen, her hand surreptitiously descended and pressed against the mound atop her triangle.