The agony of losing my virginity still lingered, and the pain from being roughly handled throughout my body echoed along my nerves, feeding back to my brain. With the aid of pain, Minerva regained consciousness from the chaotic tempest. Separating her thoughts from her shuddering, convulsing body, Minerva quickly began to analyze the outcomes.
(...Finally)
Her spent body regained some strength, her splayed limbs slowly curling up.
(...Finally...I've earned his favor)
Such a simple realization nearly exhausted all her strength, a shudder wracking her body with varying degrees of pain each time.
But to Minerva, these were minor problems.
She had anticipated this, her capacity to endure pain and wounds naturally increased quite a bit, and just in terms of the damage inflicted, it was all within expected limits. Most importantly, she had perfectly completed the mission; her objective was achieved.
(Roland longed for me.)
