Sinful **

There was no hunger, no thirst, and no fatigue. Sorin was also surprised his body went into some kind of continuous extreme focus mode. Not only for sex, but Elara would sometimes decide to be very slippery and would evade him with her unique martial arts.

Sorin was here to both punish and pay her back for what she had done for him. And she was still very stubborn about forcing him to forget and continue with his normal life.

After a round of running and capturing inside that little metal box, Sorin trapped her in the corner of the elevator. Her rejection of his advance melted into a sloppy mess of kisses and moans.

Elara knew that Sorin's words to let her trap them for quintillions of lifetimes here was a bluff, but at the back of her mind, she knew if he was forced to, he could last even longer than her.

At the same time, Sorin also knew that Elara was bluffing when she told him that she could trap him here forever. There must be some sort of restriction in place.

"My stamina is not that great, but my vitality can revive me as much as I like," he whispered in her ear.

Elara grimaced. Only his stamina would last him three hours, and his infinite vitality would let him do it all over again if he wanted. Meanwhile, Elara's power to maintain her body in its best condition worked a little bit differently.

Even though her body was frozen in time, and she didn't need to eat, drink, or sleep, she would still need time to recover from anything. Her stamina and vitality were frozen at certain numbers, which means her endurance was not as great as Sorin's.

Since they had been trapped here for five days, spending more or less 120 hours together, according to Elara's accurate circadian rhythm, she had experienced 90 hours of almost non-stop sex. It was assault after assault, yet each and every one of his touches was so tender and warm.

He could be so forceful and rough at one time to let her violently feel his passion. But then, he would make up with gentle kisses and perverted teasing words. It felt like being loved entirely, inside their own world together.

To make up for those lifetimes alone, Elara let herself fall into her own depravity. She surendered to her own lust. She thought her desire was pure and honest. She thought seeing him happy was enough, so she didn't even know that she needed his touch.

She had missed something she had never experienced before.

"Listen," the man whispered in her ear. "I'm going to cum soon."

His words notifying her of his climax were enough for her to almost lose herself. Her quivering thighs clasped onto his waist, her inside begged for him to pour his seed deep into her. Her head became so muddled that she screamed both with her mind and with her throat.

She accidentally came before him, and it gave her just enough time to reach a higher peak, with Sorin's last thrust sprouting his thick essence into her womb.

She had forgotten when she had frozen her body. Was it in her fertile period, or was it in her safe period? She would get so much trouble if... if...

"You squeezed me so good I almost thought you wanted to get pregnant from this," Sorin lewdly bit her earlobe, numbing her brain. "Hmm? You suddenly got so tight. Does our Sugar actually have a breeding fetish?"

"...b-bad... you..." Elara whimpered. "You're so unfair!"

"You're the unfair one, Elara. Why are you still expecting me to leave now after I know everything?" Sorin asked. "Do you really think I am that kind of person?"

"Even if you're not, why do you insist on destroying all my efforts to save you so far? All my sacrifices, all my attempts to keep you having the best versions of your lifetime..."

Sorin frowned.

As the display screen of the elevator number changed from seven to eight, everything else except the two of them reset. The stain on the floor from their love juices disappeared. The wet underwear started to dry, and Elara's smudged lipstick started to correct itself again. All the tears, sweat, and other bodily liquids started to disappear.

They had been refreshed once more.

"I've somewhat guessed it before, but doesn't it mean you're also the one who arranged every single thing that happened in my life?" Sorin asked. "It means I was only able to succeed because of you?"

"That's not true," Elara shed a single tear, and it immediately disappeared as the room reset. "Every of your success, relationship, and choices, you're the one who made it."

Sorin embraced her as he leaned on the walls. They sat on the floor and spoke to each other.

"Except when I recommend you to be an officer, I just took my time clearing your path from any supernatural phenomenon, that's all," Elara continued softly.

"Is that so?" Sorin asked. "What about Amy? You let her still remember about you and let her be in a relationship with me."

"I can't help it when her subconsciousness can't let go of my presence," Elara answered. "And what's wrong about having a relationship with her?"

Sorin instantly felt complicated. He felt inadequate because he didn't have such strong enough subconsciousness that he couldn't remember Elara, yet that random girl was able to. He somewhat felt jealous and sinful that he couldn't engrave Elara's figure into his mind.

The woman who had done everything within her power to give him the life she believed he deserved.

But he kept those feelings to himself.

What he had to do now was clearly to give her more of his affection. To let her know that he wasn't the type of person to not deliver what was due. When someone as devoted as her would even let him be with another woman to let him be happy, how could he let her go?

With a little bit of cold and angry tone, he asked her, "Did you not even have a little bit of jealousy?"

Elara looked at him, her eyes dreamy and her lips desperate when she whispered to him, admitting grievously, "I am sinful. I was jealous to death."

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Author's health had been very bad lately. I'm sorry for the inconsistent posting, but I will give you one more chapter. Let me write it first.