Once on the road, Aya activated [Transcendent Network: Soul Phone (Transcendent Network: Soul Phone)]. This function allowed their minds to connect directly, transmitting inner voices through the soul, thus enabling communication without opening their mouths. As for why they didn't speak out loud, the reason was simple—the motorcycle's speed was too fast, with whistling wind filling their ears. In such an environment, even forcing a shout wouldn't allow the sound to clearly reach the other's ears.
Of course, using [Soul Phone] for communication doesn't mean every thought in your mind will be heard by the other person. In fact, it operates more like voice messages: only when you actively "send" it can the other person hear your thoughts. In other words, only when you deliberately want the other person to hear it will your inner voice be transmitted. So, there's absolutely no need to worry that all your inner thoughts will be exposed without reservation.
Aya sent a voice message, her tone soft and sticky with a hint of teasing: (Darling, why is your cock getting hard again? We just fucked...)
Ayn heard this and thought his cock was pressing too uncomfortably against Aya, so he started thinking about adjusting his position. However, just as he shifted his ass a little, Aya immediately sent another voice message: (Don't move around, you'll cause an accident!)
Would it really cause an accident? Of course not. Because Aya was a transcendent, she could easily multitask—controlling the motorcycle as it sped along, glancing at the phone navigation, feeling the hard cock pressing against the heat of her ass crack, and still chatting with him about this flirty dirty talk.
For transcendents, multitasking was just basic operation. And the reason she deliberately said things like "it'll cause an accident" was purely to get Ayn to stay in his current position, so that thick, hot cock would keep pressing tightly against her ass—she just loved the sense of security that big cock brought.
Hearing Aya's voice message, Ayn quickly replied: (Uh... sorry... How about I adjust anyway, so it doesn't press on you too much?)
Aya couldn't help but laugh at that, and she replied: (Who told you I'm uncomfortable? I love it!) As soon as she said it, while riding the motorcycle, she deliberately arched her ass slightly, slowly rubbing against his glans through her leather pants and his pants, that friction sending waves of tingling numbness through Ayn.
Ayn felt her little movement, a surge of joy rising in his heart, but he couldn't help teasing: (Eh? You just said it'd cause an accident... What? It won't cause an accident now?)
Aya coquettishly replied to him: (Hate you~ Don't worry about all these details~)
Hearing her say that, Ayn couldn't help but burst out laughing. In this wave of joy, the hands that had been wrapped around her waist grew restless, sneaking under her jacket and T-shirt, tracing her graceful curves upward to precisely cup Aya's full breasts. One hand for each, making sure neither breast went unattended, his fingertips sinking gently into the soft flesh, feeling that warm elasticity.
It was at this moment that Aya deliberately released the scent of the milk she'd sealed inside her clothes, using her energy to shield it from the wind and direct it toward Ayn's nose, letting him catch the aroma of her own milk. It wasn't just a simple milky fragrance, but a complex, indescribable mixed scent.
It wasn't merely a scent, because embedded in it were various functions—like arousing desire, inducing physical and mental pleasure, evoking warmth, offering a simple sweet nose-tickling allure, or other kinds of fragrances... All of these could be tailored to Aya's needs, and right now, she'd incorporated "sweet nose-tickling allure" and "physical and mental pleasure" into the scent, without choosing "arousing desire"—after all, they weren't in bed making love, but driving.
Aya sent a voice message, her tone carrying a hint of playful laughter: (Does it smell good?) Ayn replied immediately: (Yeah... really fragrant...) Then, he couldn't help but get curious: (Speaking of which... how do you have milk? You haven't had a kid...) Aya teased: (How do you know I haven't had a child? Maybe I have, and I'm in lactation right now~)
Noticing Ayn's mood dip a little, Aya quickly coaxed him: ("I'm just kidding around, you know... You're way too serious—can't even handle a little teasing like that. In a moment like this, you should've shot back with something like, 'I just fucked you and broke your hymen, so you're still a virgin anyway' to put me in my place~ You gotta know, girls only want guys they don't like to stay all proper and polite; but with the ones they actually like? They can't wait to hear some filthy jokes. Keep that in mind—it'll come in handy when you're charming other girls into bed, and then the two of us can fuck her together~")
Hearing those words, Ayn smiled and replied to her: (I got it.) But deep down, he had no intention of charming other girls into bed at all, having Aya already made him feel utterly blissful. Still, her words did remind him of something, and he asked with concern: (Does it still hurt down there? I was a bit too rough just now... Sorry...)
What Ayn meant by that was the scene earlier, when he'd wildly fucked Aya's little pussy. Not only had he broken her hymen, but every thrust had plunged straight into the depths of her womb, and even during the final ejaculation, his glans had stayed buried inside, unlike how most people just shoot into the vagina. So, after Aya brought up the hymen, Ayn immediately realized her pussy must be hurting like hell.
Did it hurt Aya? Of course it did. But she replied: (It doesn't hurt. I used MP for a simple treatment, so it's not painful at all now.)
Was that really the case? Actually, no. While Aya could indeed use supernatural energy for a quick heal, she hadn't done it—instead, she'd let the pain from her lower body spread out, even savoring the thrill that the ache brought, her pussy occasionally twitching faintly from it and sending waves of pleasure surging through. This wasn't because she had masochistic tendencies; it was that the pain symbolized her truly becoming Ayn's wife, with her status as his wife even acknowledged by the system. For Aya, this was the most important moment of her life, incomparable to anything else.
So, despite the intense pain, she had no desire to ease it even a little—in her eyes, that would be like saying, "I don't like this man, so I don't like the pain he brings me either." And the way the pain made her pussy feel pleasurable? It made her feel like she was declaring, "I love him, so my slutty cunt loves the pain he brings... No, this isn't pain—it's my happiness!"
Did Ayn believe Aya's bullshit? Although he didn't know what Aya was thinking, his intuition told him that Aya hadn't used MP to heal at all, because that wasn't the style of this lewd woman. So, that's why he said with concern: (If it hurts badly, then heal it... I don't want you to hurt like this...)
Aya didn't feel embarrassed at all that her lie had been seen through; instead, her eyes curved into crescents, and she teased: (Touch it, and it won't hurt anymore.) That tone was light and cheerful with a hint of flirtation, like inviting him to relive that warm intimacy.
Hearing this, Ayn was thrilled deep down and couldn't help slipping his hand into Aya's leather pants, probing for that pink tender pussy that haunted his dreams. At that moment, Aya deliberately slowed the motorcycle and slightly adjusted her sitting position, lifting her hips a little to let his fingers slide smoothly toward her crotch's slutty cunt. If she didn't cooperate like this, with her riding posture on the motorcycle, even if Ayn reached into her pants, it would be hard to touch that pussy.
With Aya's cooperation, Ayn's fingers quickly reached the pussy, his palm pressed against the inside of the leather pants, gently rubbing the pink labia through the thin fabric, where it was already slightly swollen. He slid his fingertips along the labia, occasionally pressing the erect clitoris, gentle but with some pressure. This made Aya's body tremble slightly, a low gasp coming from her throat, that tingling numbness surging straight up from her lower body.
Ayn's heartbeat sped up, feeling the heat under his fingertips and the seeping mucus, his cock swelling a bit more in his pants, and he teased in a low voice: (Your slutty pussy is so wet~)
Aya replied to Ayn, her tone slightly breathless: (It feels so good...)
Ayn burst out laughing; he liked Aya's response and cursed "slutty pussy." Then, instinctively wanting to slide his fingers into the pussy to give her more pleasure. But this was just raw desire, and Ayn held back that urge, after all, Aya was driving the motorcycle right now, and if they got too carried away, it could really cause a traffic accident. So, he just stroked and teased without inserting. And Aya didn't ask for more; with Ayn's one hand stroking her breast and the other stroking her slutty pussy, it was already plenty for her while driving.
However, the flirtation between the two hadn't ended yet, and Aya started a new topic: (My tits, mouth, pussy—which one do you like the most? You can only pick one.) Ayn knew how to answer; he smiled and said: (Only kids make choices; I want them all.) Aya smiled mischievously and replied: (That's a clever answer~ But... I always feel like you like my tits the most...)
At this point, Aya asked knowingly: (Is your mom still alive?)
As soon as these words came out, Ayn's hand, which was playing with her tits and pussy, trembled immediately; he really wanted to say something like "Do you think I have an Oedipus complex?" Why? Because the previous sentence was still about tits, and the next sentence turned to mother, it was very obvious that Aya thought Ayn had an Oedipus complex. Although Ayn really wanted to ask that, but in the end, he didn't say it out loud, because he felt this topic was too taboo...
However, Aya took the initiative to bring up this topic: (I feel like you have an Oedipus complex...) After saying that, she added: (Don't think this is something awful; a lot of people have this kind of complex, and it's not just you boys—we girls have it too. Moreover, having this kind of feeling doesn't mean you'd actually do anything to your mom; we're not kids anymore. You just have this feeling, and at most, you've only read some incest novels or watched AV stuff like that, but you've never thought about turning these fantasies into reality, right?)
Hearing these words, Ayn couldn't help but open his heart to Aya; he didn't say much, just responded with a hum: (Mm...)
Hearing his response, Aya comforted him: (It's really okay; I truly think this is very normal. To be honest, I quite like it when you suck on my tits—not just for the pleasure and enjoyment, but it also makes me feel attached and warm inside. I think, this is probably maternal love... So, I don't mind if you see me as your mom, but you can't mind if I see you as my child either. Of course, we'll only play this kind of game in bed; we can't show this kind of relationship in front of others... To be honest, it's pretty embarrassing...)
Ayn's heart surged with waves of sweetness, and he softly agreed: (Mm.)
Then, Aya abruptly changed the subject and said: (So, is Mom still alive?) Ayn answered honestly: (Yeah, she's in our hometown.) After hearing this, Aya's voice brimmed with joy: (It's good that she's still alive!) As Ayn listened to that happy tone of hers, a warm current welled up in his heart, and he couldn't help but feel deeply moved.
Why was he moved? Because he understood that this was a sign of loving someone so deeply that you come to love everything connected to them—Aya didn't even know his mother, so where could all that affection have come from? She simply loved Ayn too much, and that love made her care about everything he cherished.
Next, Aya asked: (Besides Mom, who else is in the family?) Ayn answered: (Ari, my little sister.) Aya followed up by asking: (What about Dad?) Ayn paused for a moment: (He passed away, in my sophomore year...) Aya continued: (What about other relatives?) Ayn simply said: (Because of some things, our relationship with them is bad; they're not important—you don't need to mind them.)
Hearing this, the desire in Aya's heart faded a bit; she frowned and asked: (What happened? What went wrong? Why is the relationship bad?)
Ayn originally didn't want to bring up those unhappy matters, but upon second thought, Aya was his wife, the mistress of the household, and she needed to know about these things. So, he said: (Simply put, in my sophomore year, something happened to the family—not only did we go bankrupt, but we also owed a pile of debts. Back when our family had money, we helped them a lot, like lending money for buying houses, lending money for kids' weddings, lending money for doing business... But when we ran into trouble, those people were awfully stingy... If it was just stinginess, it could still be understood... But later, Dad died in a car accident, and when we wanted to borrow money for the funeral, they refused to lend. In the end, we borrowed from Dad's old friends to give him a proper funeral. Of course, we weren't completely broke at the time; actually, there was still the study abroad tuition we could have used, but if we really touched that tuition... Ari and I would have had to return to the country... We probably wouldn't have met you in this lifetime...)
Hearing these words, Aya immediately flew into a rage: (That's too much!) This wasn't just cursing those relatives for being stingy; it also carried a burst of anger—if back then Ayn's family had really used the study abroad tuition, today's Fushimi Ren wouldn't have become Aya. Whether they were stingy or not didn't really matter to her; she didn't know them anyway, but dipping into the tuition would have directly struck at her core interests. Although in the end it wasn't actually used, that huge risk from back then—even just thinking about it—made her completely unable to accept it.
Hearing Aya's anger in her voice, Ayn quickly added: (But don't think all the relatives are like that—it's just some of them. My dad had one older brother and one younger brother; my mom had two older brothers and one younger sister. My mom's younger sister isn't like that at all; she's really wonderful. She helped us out a lot when Dad passed away, and these years since Ari and I haven't gone back to the country often, it's her who's been taking care of Mom. Also, there's one grandfather—he's the second younger brother of my mom's father's... If it weren't for him, my mom would have starved to death on the streets as a kid. So, these two are the exceptions... If there are any extra 'system slots,' we have to repay them...)
Aya silently committed these details to memory; she understood that Ayn was sharing this in hopes that she could help him sort out these family ties. So, she couldn't help but ask: (Besides the aunt and the grandpa, is there anyone else?)
Ayn gave a soft hum, then told her: (There are two other families, but they don't have any blood ties with us—just relatives. One is my godfather's family, and the other is Ari's godfather's family. My parents knew them from childhood and always had a great relationship, so after Ari and I were born, we each took them as our godfathers, and their kids took my parents as their godparents too. It was thanks to their help that we could pay off the debts after our family went bankrupt, and hold a proper funeral when Dad passed. These people... I'll introduce you to them someday...)
Aya firmly etched these words into her heart, and she said: (Mm, I got it.)