He looked at both of them.
At the daughter lying beside the mother, foreheads together, the daughter's hand on her mother's face, both their bodies running and open and spent — the specific sight of it doing something to his reading that the system noted and did not comment on.
He drove harder.
PAH PAH PAH PAAH!
"'—AAAHN~!!! HAANN~!!! AAAHN~!!! AAAHNNNN~~~~~!!!!—'"
The mother's free hand found the daughter's.
Fingers locking, holding — and the daughter held back, both of them gripping each other's hand on the stone while he drove the mother toward whatever was coming.
He reached the edge of his own.
Not the cultivator's managed output — this was different, this was the Yin-Devouring-Body data having accumulated over the course of the entire session and building past the specific point where management was interesting anymore, the specific point where the body simply decides.
He pulled out of the mother's back.
Drove into her front.
PAAAH!
Full depth.
And held there.
