It's hard to find words to describe Fisher's current feelings, because even he couldn't put it into words, he could only feel it deeply.
He just felt so satisfied, so delighted, as if his soul had been cleansed, feeling incredibly light.
It's not merely about the Desire for Reproduction; it comes from a deeper sense of possession—a fulfillment of the mind far outweighs any physical sensation. At the same time, his hidden love and guilt towards Moli seemed to ignite, transforming into a flood of love, flowing between the two of them.
"Ha...ha..."
Fisher slightly panted, his consciousness emerging from this ecstatic sensation. Yet his sight was still greeted by the overwhelmingly dim castle hall, filled with the scent of niter. The slightly pungent smell made him a bit more alert, his body gradually waking from the bliss, feeling the softness and warmth pressed against him.
It was Moli, asleep.
