At this moment, Roger only used a single drop of liquid to push her to a climax.
Don't misunderstand.
This experience was entirely on a spiritual level.
But in a certain sense, it was far purer than physical stimulation.
Panambi's body collapsed weakly onto the chair, the crystal bottle in her hand slipping and falling as her vacant eyes stared at the ceiling.
Deep in her mind, knowledge once learned and memories buried in forgotten corners surged forward, her brain working at high speed, yet the entire process brought intense pleasure.
"Hah... hah... so... ah..."
She was no longer able to verbalize her current state. No one knew how much time had passed until the drug's effects wore off and Panambi's mind returned to normal.
She then realized that only ten minutes had passed according to the clock on the wall, but her entire body was drenched in sweat, like she'd been drained dry. She took a deep breath and tried to stand up.
