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256·Car Crash
“No problem.” Hearing Irelia’s words, Fain smiled knowingly. Irelia’s face also lit up with a clear smile upon hearing Fain’s words. She then carried the bags and packages to the hanging racks on either side of the horse and, with Fain’s help, mounted the horse.
Because of her petite stature, Irelia snuggled directly into Fain's arms, and then, accompanied by melodious singing, the group embarked on their journey to the north of the Navori province.
On the way, Irelia glanced curiously at Riven, who was riding alongside Fain but trailing behind by half a step, her big eyes sparkling with curiosity. She then couldn't help but look at Fain and ask, "Senior brother, who is this sister?"
“Riven,” Farn said succinctly, “Just ask her any questions you have.”
Faen was quite at ease with Irelia's personality—although she looked like a young girl, perhaps due to her upbringing, Irelia, who came from an ancient family of silk dancers, had an exceptionally keen sensitivity to other people's emotions. If Riven really encountered something that made her uncomfortable, Irelia could handle it herself.
Although Riven didn't know Irelia, she knew Fahn. Gazing at Irelia sitting in Fahn's lap, though still small, her delicate features and petite figure already displayed a budding, slightly immature beauty. Her eyes held a childlike curiosity; she looked like a doll straight out of a painting.
"Riven, why are you following Senior Brother? I heard from the teacher that you seem to be his friend?" Irelia asked curiously.
“…I’m a guard.” Riven sighed helplessly upon hearing Irelia’s question. Although she was indeed nominally Faen’s guard, to be honest, from any perspective, Riven couldn’t confidently tell anyone that she was truly Faen’s guard.
Especially after encountering a truly formidable enemy, and after people learned of Fain's true strength, and then recalled Riven's identity as Fain's bodyguard... just thinking about it made Riven feel a strong sense of shame, even to the point of feeling ashamed.
Riven, in particular, was well aware that she still needed to process the nutrients Faen had accumulated each night—even with Karma's permission, Ionia wasn't a place to open its gates casually. Especially the region related to northern Navori, impacted by the Noxian war, was experiencing far more intense and prolonged mental turmoil than physical battles. Frequent travel could attract unwanted attention, and until many of Ionia's secrets were cleared up and the mental turmoil subsided, it was best to avoid opening the gates altogether.
Otherwise, if something unexpected happens, Fane will most likely be fine, but it's hard to say about the others. The reason Fane dared to open the gate to the Twin Cities with Karma is because Karma has a deep foundation. Even if something unexpected happens, there will be no danger. In fact, as a local strongman in Ionia, Karma can help cover for him if there is a problem in the mental realm.
In this situation, although Fain could occasionally go back to have an affair, he mostly relieved his pent-up desires through Riven.
Although she could refuse—regardless of whether Faen would comply, at least Faen had given her the right to refuse. But Riven could clearly feel that her body and energy would increase to varying degrees after each time Faen used her, making it difficult for Riven to convince herself to refuse.
At least, more than being manipulated by Fain, Riven wanted power to take revenge on the real LeBlanc. Based on this, even though she was now effectively Fain's slave, Riven was unwilling to refuse.
However... this is probably also due to the negative effects of the happiness factor, making him lower and lower his standards when facing Faen.
Thinking to herself, Riven sighed, unsure whether she should be happy or disappointed. After all, this substance acted like an anesthetic, greatly reducing Riven's inner resistance while simultaneously granting her significantly more power.
Thinking about it, Riven said with a hint of helplessness, "Of course, I'm only responsible for dealing with some grunts..."
"Huh? Just grunts?!" Upon hearing this, Irelia stared incredulously at the runic greatsword on Riven's back and said, "But sister, you're carrying such a big sword. Just looking at it, I know I definitely couldn't lift it! Although my senior brother is very powerful, the way of martial arts isn't as good at fighting as the way of warriors!"
Upon hearing this, Riven couldn't help but smirk and said, "Then you really underestimate your senior brother."
As she said this, Riven also sized up Fahn, who was holding Irelia. Due to her preconceived notions, although Riven herself didn't possess prophetic abilities, she seemed to already see the adorable little girl being lifted up by Fahn, her feet off the ground. She didn't know what to say; after all, in Riven's impression, or rather, her guess, when that moment actually came, Irelia might even cry tears of joy and excitement—crying uncontrollably from both above and below.
Meanwhile, Ye Wu was also eavesdropping on Irelia and Riven's conversation from the side. When she heard that Riven was a guard, a look of surprise appeared in her eyes.
In terms of magical talent, Ye Wu's talent even surpasses Shen and Jie's, but her strength lies not in combat, but in perception. In Ye Wu's perception, the traces of magic remaining on the greatsword behind Riven are not something that just any mage could apply—at least, Ye Wu is certain that she cannot perform such a precise and profound enchantment.
In this situation, carrying such a powerful weapon, he was merely a guard.
This made Ye Wu even more curious about Faen—unfortunately, Faen didn't seem to have any feelings for her, which bothered Ye Wu quite a bit. After all, this little fairy was, if not the most popular star, a social butterfly loved by everyone within the Balance Sect.
As their thoughts raced, the group arrived at dusk. They found a sheltered hillside and set up camp. After a simple meal, everyone returned to their own tents.
After Fain set up the shielding and isolation spells, Riven swallowed hard, her face full of disgust, but her eyes were filled with anticipation. With her heart racing and her breath slightly ragged, she followed Fain into his tent.
After finishing her meal and resting for a while, Irelia decided to go find her senior brother to hear his stories from the outside world.
257·The Fall of the Kingdom
Although it looks like a tent, the moment you enter the Farn tent, the world transforms from a small tent that could barely accommodate two people standing, and would feel cramped with just one more, into a spacious area. Without a doubt, it's part of the spiritual realm.
Admittedly, the spiritual realm in Ionia, especially in the area north of Navori, is currently extremely chaotic. Even for Fane, randomly opening a portal could allow evil spirits to slip in and wreak havoc in the physical realm. However, from another perspective, if a tunnel in a mountain range only has one door open, it can only be called a cave, no matter how deep, because it's not connected on both sides and cannot be called a tunnel. Similarly, as long as the other side of the portal remains closed, evil spirits in the spiritual realm will naturally be unable to enter.
Perhaps this act of creating a hole in the Curtain Mountains will damage the strength of the curtain in the area, but if some evil spirit really does try to break through here into the material realm, then Farn can only make the other party deeply feel the persuasion of physical means before the other party enters the material realm.
Knowing Fain's abilities and why he did what he did, Riven rolled her eyes, then slowly approached Fain, kneeling between his legs and humming as she unzipped his pants.
Although Riven's face was filled with obvious resistance at the beginning, this resistance was accompanied by the zipper being torn open—not even before Riven had completely torn it open, but only a small gap was opened, and then Riven could feel a surge of heat coming in, and then the ferocious dragon couldn't wait to force open the gap of the zipper and violently gushed out.
Although it wasn't the first time, whenever the hideous creature broke free of its restraints and came right in front of her, pressing against her face, lips, or nose, Riven would be genuinely amazed by the endless, surging power, like a mighty river.
She instinctively swallowed. After this period of development, Riven was now completely transformed into the shape of Fain, except for her last bastion. Even just being touched and smelled was enough to trigger a noticeable reaction in her body; even her last bastion was beginning to crumble from the inside out, leaking fluid.
As she thought about it, Riven's breathing became increasingly rapid. She had barely raised her head when she met Fain's smiling gaze. This filled the proud warrior with genuine shame, but feeling the power so close at hand, Riven knew very well that if she consumed it, this surging life force would make her even stronger…
Riven lightly kissed the baguette along its veins a few times. Knowing Farn's wicked sense of humor, she didn't hold back. Just before swallowing the baguette, she asked somewhat reluctantly, "If I still refuse in the end... will you force me?"
“That depends on you.” Hearing Riven’s words, Fain wasn’t in a hurry. Instead, he gently reached out and placed his hand on the girl’s head. His long, slender fingers ran through her incredibly smooth, moisturized silver-grey hair, sensing the warrior’s restrained emotions and suppressed impulses. Fain said unhurriedly, “Actually, even if I pinned you to the ground right now, you wouldn’t refuse. You’d just struggle symbolically for a bit and then half-heartedly submit, wouldn’t you?”
Upon hearing Fain's words, Riven instinctively wanted to deny it, but the words caught in her throat. If Riven hadn't thought this way before Fain revealed it, then after he said it, she clearly realized she would do it. And, Fain could read her mind; he already knew she had implicitly accepted his humiliation…
but……
"Then why don't you do it?" Riven asked, her voice trembling with a hint of resentment and a hidden expectation as she meticulously licked every inch of the baguette.
Looking at Fain, Riven spread her kneeling legs wide, adopting a more revealing duck-like posture. Her constantly flowing vulva was exposed, and a hint of shame crept onto Riven's face. But then she remembered how Fain had repeatedly rubbed, pulled, and played with her body with his fingers over the past few days, pressing and kneading it with his baguette, even pressing it against her flower petals to soil her entire body, then watching with a smile as she shamefully licked up the filth that had fallen onto her skin and swallowed it…
Okay, it's not so embarrassing anymore.
Looking at Fain, Riven said while eating, "Or do you actually have other plans... to mess with me in some other way, or something?"
As she said this, Riven couldn't help but swallow. She knew that Fain was a master at making girls completely female, even though he hadn't yet been given his final bastion by this guy. Back in Twin Cities, he had been responsible for cleaning up the overflowing fluids from Fain's bed partners' unusable parts. Riven knew that Fain was a more pure master at making girls completely female than he was at making them dancers.
To this, Fain calmly replied, "Because you are a determined and stubborn girl. Others' acquiescence is just giving themselves a way out when they are shy, but you will definitely use this reason to motivate yourself—even if it is just an excuse."
Everyone has a different personality, so the methods for winning over a girl like Fain will vary. A gentle, shy girl like Seraphine was already in a state of confusion when she first accidentally witnessed Fain and Zeli having sex. Later, she couldn't help but overthink and become increasingly involved, until Fain caught her masturbating, at which point her mental defenses completely collapsed. At this point, Fain only needed to go with the flow; a gentle girl like Seraphine could convince herself to accept the situation and then enjoy herself.
But Riven is different—"You're the type who won't turn back even after hitting a wall." Fain said helplessly, "I don't want to wait until one day you can't help but start getting stubborn again and start thinking that this was never your intention... Although I can just tame you when the time comes, I still hope that you can stay by my side willingly while maintaining your wild nature."
“That sounds nice…” Riven said with disdain, panting, “But you just want me to willingly open my legs and admit that I am your love slave, so that I can satisfy your twisted desires… and so on. That’s all.”
Although she only said a few words, Riven couldn't help but lower her hand to her body, pleasuring herself with her lips and tongue while indulging in self-pleasure.
258. Irelia's Initiative
Just as Riven was getting into it, suddenly, a sound came from outside the tent.
"Senior brother, are you there? It's Irelia, may I come in?"
Hearing the girl's voice, Riven, who was already losing confidence, trembled slightly, then quickly looked at Faen in front of her. Just as Riven had expected, although Irelia was about to enter, Faen showed no intention of stopping. He then directly said, "Come in."
"Alright!" Hearing Faen's words, Irelia excitedly opened the tent. However, her impression of Faen was still from a few months ago. Now, having just entered, when she saw the enormous space inside, Irelia couldn't help but blink. She then looked outside the tent again, and then back inside. After looking back and forth several times, and confirming that she wasn't mistaken—that the space inside was indeed larger than the outside—Irelia said with a face full of surprise:
Why is the inside different from the outside?
“A way of controlling the spiritual realm.” Sitting behind the table, Fain wore a gentle smile. Under the table, with her head buried between Fain’s legs, Riven was also suppressing her physical urges to serve him for the rest of her life.
Upon hearing Fain's words, Irelia nodded as if she understood, then excitedly went to the other side of the table and curiously looked at it, saying, "What is Senior Brother doing? I've been waiting for you for so long!"
"Ah, preparing for things regarding Pelor Island," Farn said, pointing to the map on the table. "Speaking of which, Irelia, do you know the story of Syndra?"
“Syndra? Of course I know!” Upon hearing Fain’s words, Irelia nodded, then said with a hint of helplessness, “My grandmother used the story of Syndra to tell me from a young age how great the calamity would be if a person’s heart could not be truly at peace and balanced, how power would go out of control, and how it would cause the spirits of all things to grieve and be destroyed… and so on.”
Faen wasn't too surprised that Irelia knew about Syndra—although few knew the real Syndra, stories about her were quite widespread in the northern region of Navori. In most of these stories, Syndra served as a negative example, showing children the consequences of losing control, the price of uncontrollable power, the terrible imbalance, and so on.
Thinking this through, Faen nodded thoughtfully.
As I recall, after Syndra was sealed in the Dream Pool, her mind remained trapped in a past memory for a long time. This memory was of being rejected and isolated by her friends in her childhood. Based on this, the idea of peacefully awakening Syndra, releasing her dark power, and reconciling with it... well, literally speaking, perhaps the happiness represented by Osiris could cleanse the darkness within Syndra? But the problem is, darkness itself has already become a part of Syndra.
If it were O'Shilles himself, that would be one thing, but the current Fane is not O'Shilles. It's true that Fane can manipulate happiness factors, and it's true that he can influence others. But Syndra's stats are far beyond what ordinary people can match.
Putting everything else aside, just looking at the difference in strength on paper, Syndra, having unleashed the power of darkness, could easily crush the Twin Cities single-handedly...
Thinking this, Faen also twisted his body.
Under the table, Riven noticed Fain's actions and a look of helplessness crossed her face. Unable to refuse, she took a deep breath, quietly turned her body, and raised her hips high. She then reached out to guide the baguette, and with difficulty, leaned in to take it into her body.
Generally speaking, the sensations in the back aren't as intense as in the front. However, after this period of development, even just internally, Riven could clearly feel the muscles in her buttocks constantly tightening and relaxing, tightening and relaxing again. Her intestines inside also seemed to be spasming and constantly wriggling.
Aside from a few sips of water, Riven's nutrition during this period was almost entirely supplied by Faen's nutrient solution. This high-quality nutrition often only required a single injection to sustain her through a full day of high-intensity activity, continuously increasing her strength and enhancing her physical attributes. Of course, Riven guessed that Faen might be doing this to allow him to use her more leisurely…
Just like now, there's absolutely no need to worry about whether my intestines are clean or not. My stomach and intestines have been almost completely undisturbed lately, except for Farn milk...
Riven waited for a long time, crouching under the table, bracing herself for the shock. But that feeling never came—was it because of her junior sister?
Riven thought about it, but then dismissed it.
Riven knew very well that if Fahn wanted to, he could fuck her like a sow indulging in the pleasure of penetration right in front of Irelia, and Irelia probably wouldn't even notice.
He was disciplining himself.
Thinking this, Riven gritted her teeth, lifted her already high-raised buttocks a few inches, and then slammed them down heavily.
Despite her initial resistance, Riven's expression instantly crumbled the moment she landed. Feeling Riven's initiative, Fain nodded in satisfaction, then leaned back in his chair and relaxed.
Seeing that Fahn was relaxed, Irelia skipped over to Fahn's side and then jumped onto his waist.
Seeing Irelia's initiative, Fahn raised an eyebrow and quickly reached out to support Irelia's pert buttocks—there was no other way, since Riven was right under the table, and if Irelia sat down, she would probably sit directly on Riven's butt.
Feeling Faen's hands supporting her buttocks, Irelia showed no sign of discomfort. After all, when she first became Xinia's disciple, it was Faen who helped her with bone opening and post-workout stretching. However, as she grew older, the frequency decreased. Now, with Faen supporting her again, Irelia felt a familiar sense of security and looked at Faen excitedly, saying, "Um, senior brother, do you remember our promise?"
"It was arranged?"
Upon hearing Irelia's words, Fain briefly recalled the event before looking at Irelia and asking, "You mean you're going to visit your family?"
"Mmm!" Irelia nodded excitedly and said, "I told Grandma about your understanding of the Spirit of War, and I also asked about Blade Dance. My grandma was very surprised, and seemed a little delighted, so she wants to meet you!"
259. Riven's breakdown
"See me?" Upon hearing Irelia's words, Fahn blinked in surprise, then fell into thought while enjoying Riven's active movements below.
After a moment, Farn nodded and said, "Of course I have no problem with what you say, but why does Mrs. Zan want to see me? What is the reason? I want to be prepared."
Lady Zan, Irelia's biological grandmother, is a renowned dancer throughout Ionia. However, for some reason, she is not as famous as Cynthia and rarely dances. Even her family members, including her daughter and son-in-law, Irelia's parents, stopped studying the unique rhythms of the Zan family at Lady Zan's request and began to practice other dance styles, such as war dance and ribbon dance.
Upon hearing Fain's question, Irelia didn't seem too suspicious. Instead, she smiled and said, "When my senior brother left Ionia, I went home to visit my family. My grandmother said that my dance had some ancient rhythms. She asked when I realized it. Then I said that my senior brother was guiding me, and a little while later, my grandmother asked me if I could meet you."
As she spoke, a hint of regret appeared on Irelia's face. "It's a pity that you were swept away by the waves back then, so it had to be put on hold. But now that you're back, there shouldn't be any problems, right?"
"It's hard to say." Farn held little hope, his expression complex and intriguing.
After that, Irelia was eager to hear Fahn's stories from the outside world. Fahn, unhurriedly, recounted them in detail. For Fahn, no matter how you looked at it, more people would think he did a good job when talking about what he did in the Twin Cities. In comparison, the little incidents during this process, like those involving Zeli, Jinx, and Caitlyn… those were his private life, and no one cared about them compared to what Fahn did in the Twin Cities.
After all, the person involved didn't say anything.
Hearing her senior's story, Irelia's expression shifted with excitement, sadness, and anger, mirroring Fann's words. As an innocent young girl, born in Ionia into a prestigious family, Irelia's childhood was almost a fairytale come true. She grew up in a happiness unimaginable to the people of Zaun.
Good background, good character, good environment, good atmosphere, good people around... For most parts of Runeterra, this is a fairytale dream.
In this context, Zaun's situation, combined with Fain's melodious narration, particularly captivated Irelia. However, being a young girl after all, and having ridden all day—while riding was better than walking, it was still tiring in the long run, and her delicate bottom had been bouncing around in the saddle all day—she finally had a chance to rest. After listening to the story for only a short while, a hint of drowsiness appeared on Irelia's face. She then unabashedly snuggled into Fain's arms, whimpering, "Senior brother, rub it."
Hearing this, Fain nodded, then continued telling a story while helping Irelia improve her blood circulation. Although she didn't have a body like LeBlanc's, which was as plump as a peach, where even a slight bump would cause a ripple of flesh, a young peach still possessed a firm and beautiful quality. As the effects of the "pleasure factor" penetrated the girl's body through skin contact, her revitalized flesh began to expand rapidly, relieving the fatigue of a long day's journey.
Before long, Irelia, nestled in Fain's arms, fell into a peaceful sleep, emitting soft, steady snores.
Listening to the faint snoring, Fain shook his head with a touch of melancholy—Irelia didn't snore. Snoring is essentially a respiratory condition, a symptom caused by the vibration of structures like the soft palate and base of the tongue due to narrowing of the upper airway during sleep. And Irelia was perfectly healthy. Such light snoring only meant that Irelia was truly exhausted.
Thinking this, Faen reached out and smeared a few drops of the "happiness factor" into the girl's mouth. He didn't add any unnecessary ingredients, and even the dosage was very carefully controlled. Its main function was simply to help restore energy and quickly induce deep sleep, similar to a melatonin and vitamin energy bar.
After confirming that Irelia was asleep, Fain moved the table in front of him, revealing Riven, who was lying on the ground like a puppy, her upper body pressed against the ground and her buttocks raised high, moving back and forth along the baguette.
Her eyes were filled with tears, and the act of forcibly suppressing a sound only caused her muscles to contract further, making her even more sensitive. Especially with the size of the baguette, Riven could clearly feel the still-bouncing, surging, hard tendons scraping against her flesh with each thrust. And despite her escalating desire, Fain remained motionless, while Riven dared not speed up for fear of making any noise…
With all these factors combined, Riven's rationality has been shattered by her desires.
Standing up, Fain removed the object from Riven's body and carefully placed Irelia on the bed. He then went to Riven, who was sitting slumped on the floor. His hot staff gently scraped against the female warrior's face as he said softly, "I didn't expect Irelia to come so suddenly. You've been waiting so long… You must be feeling restless, right? Come on, let's begin."
Hearing Faen's words, Riven dazedly raised her head, feeling the things scraping against her face. A strong desire overwhelmed her reason, leaving only a yearning for pleasure. She was thrown onto the bed by Faen, standing only centimeters from Irelia, but thanks to the pleasurable deep sleep, she didn't need to worry about Irelia suddenly waking up.
In the past, even if Irelia was sound asleep, Riven would still feel ashamed. But now, Riven didn't even glance at Irelia beside her; she was simply thrown onto the bed in a daze, and then continued to stare blankly as Fain pressed down on her.
As Fain leaped on his horse and brandished his spear, Riven gradually began to lose control, feeling that this level of pleasure was simply not enough to satisfy her astonishing desire.
260. The Nervous Irelia
In the past, Riven would have been able to control her impulses and desires, making the right choice. But the situation was different now—she had waited far too long, and during this time, she had been in a state of unfulfilled desire, a state that was both felt and unfelt—commonly known as "squeezing out." Under this constant squeezing out, Riven clearly couldn't care less about anything else, especially now that Irelia was asleep…or rather, when Fain had thrown her onto the bed.
Amidst the tremors, Riven's last shred of reason was overwhelmed by the impending pleasure. Before Faen could even aim, Riven proactively guided the baguette toward the petals.
It was at this moment, in a deep sleep, that Irelia seemed to be having a beautiful dream. Like a lotus emerging from water, the unique, understated beauty of an Eastern woman was fully revealed with a smile.
"Senior brother...likes it..."
Nan Nan was talking in her sleep, just as Irelia was lost in some beautiful dream. Less than twenty centimeters away from Irelia, Fahn, guided by Riven, also thrust forward.
A few drops of blood trickled down, staining the sheets like tiny red plum blossoms. The warrior Riven, aside from a soft moan at the initial moment of penetration, was completely overwhelmed by ecstasy. Although it was her first time, Riven's body was incredibly passionate, as if she had rehearsed for this day for a long time. Within the bud, layers upon layers of petals eagerly enveloped the baguette, the astonishing tightness making Fain cry out in pleasure.
The next morning, Irelia groggily got out of bed and stretched. As her beautiful body was fully stretched, the muscles that had been jostled on horseback all day yesterday cracked and popped with each stretch.
Even for Irelia, this rest was a true treat. The journey had been exhausting, leaving her feeling like her bottom was about to be shaken apart, and her entire body ached. But now, after a night's sleep, her flesh and bones were fully restored, and all her fatigue had vanished. The comfort brought by this unexpected relief allowed Irelia to truly relax.