As LeBlanc began to "persuade" the little boss with her mouth, Faen leaned back comfortably in his chair and began to enjoy himself.
He could feel that LeBlanc's movements carried an obvious clumsiness. However, fortunately, thousands of years of accumulated memory—even if part of it was fabricated—allowed her to grasp the essentials quickly through Faen's physical feedback, drawing inferences by analogy.
While enjoying the sensation, Faen remarked leisurely, "Though I knew your thoughts and choices from the start, I didn't expect you to begin executing them so quickly. Is your body that impatient?"
"Partially, yes," LeBlanc paused, holding the "baguette" in her mouth. Then, she spat out the massive object that had distended her throat, gave it two simple kisses, and let her soft, tender little tongue trace its way down. She took a "ping-pong ball" into her mouth, sucking and licking it as she spoke unhurriedly:
"My spirit, my essence, and my body are able to maintain their current form entirely because of the Mark of Pleasure. Similarly, this means my spirit, essence, and body have been thoroughly permeated by it. While I can still barely maintain mental clarity, the corruption of my body and essence is inevitable. Of course, I don't hate this feeling. After all, it allows me to use your power for my revenge with absolute peace of mind."
"What I need to do is strengthen your connection to me as much as possible, so that you are willing to pour some resources into me..."
Saying this, LeBlanc spat out the ping-pong ball. She tapped her cheek with the baguette, turning her eyes—already corrupted by the Mark of Pleasure—toward Faen.
"As long as you are willing to help me get my revenge, regardless of whether I can eventually become the so-called 'original,' I am willing to obey your every will and command. Mmm, as you can feel, my womb is fully prepared. If you wish, my daughter and I will soon bring you even more joy..."
Listening to LeBlanc's words and sensing the tender affection in her gaze—even if this infatuation was the product of the Mark of Pleasure combined with her own intense obsession for revenge—a smile still graced Faen's lips. He gripped the base of the baguette and tapped LeBlanc's cheek with it.
Though he said nothing, LeBlanc quickly understood Faen's intent. She turned around, lowering her upper body while raising her plump buttocks high, swaying gently and allowing her honeydew to drip down.
"Does Master wish to test the future cradle for our daughter first?"
Just as Faen thrust forward, driving straight to the core, the door beside them opened, and Jinx walked in with a look of extreme annoyance.
What entered Jinx's sight was Faen sitting upright behind the desk, and beside him, LeBlanc also sitting properly in a chair. Seeing the two conversing, a flash of surprise appeared in Jinx's eyes. Although she didn't know him deeply, Jinx knew more or less how unabashed Faen was regarding his own desires. Never mind in front of her; even if Caitlyn, Seraphine, and Janna were all present, he could passionately kiss Zeri and show off their affection without a care in the world.
Though Zeri herself might not know or realize it, Jinx knew exactly how intense Faen's desires were. It wasn't that Jinx had experienced it personally, but every time Faen and Zeri suddenly disappeared, when they reappeared, Zeri would look as dazed as if she were drunk. Combined with her flushed face, smudged lipstick, and the way her legs would occasionally splay outward as she walked—as if afraid the friction would cause her pain...
Not to mention the very obvious scent... Jinx knew more or less that she, along with Seraphine, Caitlyn, and the others, were targets—or rather, prey—that Faen was highly interested in.
Jinx maintained high vigilance regarding this, but after spending time together, she had gradually relaxed. Because Jinx had discovered that this guy Faen was extremely greedy. He didn't just want to possess more beautiful girls; he even wanted those beautiful girls to proactively spread their legs and beg him to ravage them...
Hilarious. What kind of idiot would proactively ask to be humiliated?
Jinx had thought so for a time—and then she met LeBlanc.
She originally thought that even if LeBlanc hadn't hooked up with Faen yet, she would definitely be flirting and parading her charms right now. But looking at them...
Seeing the two sitting so properly, Jinx frowned slightly. Did I overthink it?
Standing on one side, Faen had LeBlanc's upper body and one leg pressed onto the desk, forcing her buttocks open as wide as possible to completely expose the shameful secret realm hidden within her plumpness.
Behind this serious office desk, Faen's purplish-red baguette—which had become exceptionally thick and veiny from gorging on lust—was thrusting in and out of LeBlanc's muddy canal without any resistance. Every time it was pulled out completely, it dragged out a massive amount of crystal-clear white paste mixed with the faint glow of spiritual energy. Every ruthless plunge was accompanied by the deafening "smack-smack" of flesh colliding, driving straight into the depths of her thoroughly ruined womb.
"Ngh... mmn... Lord Faen..."
LeBlanc's originally bewitching and arrogant face was now a flushed mess. To maintain the precarious illusion magic in front of Jinx, she bit down hard on her lower lip to keep her bone-melting moans of desire from escaping her throat. But her sensitive body, thoroughly marinated by the Mark of Pleasure, refused to obey. Under Faen's violent, pile-driver-like thrusts, her plump breasts, barely contained by her robes, bounced violently up and down, her nutmeg-hard nipples rubbing restlessly against the fabric.
What would have left Jinx dumbfounded was that as Faen maliciously ground over the most sensitive spot inside her, the Noxian witch's eyes rolled back, and her whole body convulsed violently. Accompanied by an uncontrolled spasm, a massive burst of scalding love juices sprayed out like a high-pressure water gun from the gap of their union, soaking a large patch of the dark carpet and emitting a lewd scent so thick it was almost suffocating.
"Not bad, you can still maintain your illusion magic? Keep it up," Faen whispered in LeBlanc's ear as he wantonly kneaded the two voluptuous mounds of flesh, instantly doubling the speed of his hip thrusts.
Thrusting deep, charging back and forth. Amidst his enjoyment, looking at Jinx's suspicious expression, Faen reached out and patted the two full mounds in front of him twice.
His broad hands landed on her full softness, sending ripples of voluptuous flesh outward. Between the rising ripples, Faen said with a look of utter contentment, "Not bad, you can still maintain your illusion magic? Keep it up."
Hearing this, LeBlanc didn't speak; she merely lay on the desk, lightly biting her pearly teeth.
To make illusion magic realistic requires a massive concentration of mental power. In the past, LeBlanc could conjure hundreds or thousands of illusions of this scale with a wave of her hand. But right now, LeBlanc was in the most intensely fluctuating mental state of her entire life.
Just like now. She had long prepared herself to pay a price for revenge. No matter how much she had to fawn, as long as Faen was willing to pour some extra resources toward her, LeBlanc was resolved to do it. But now, under the intense impact, as her vernal chamber was pounded into thousands of sticky, stringy white and silver threads, LeBlanc's eyes couldn't help rolling upward, and strands of saliva slipped from the corner of her broken smile.
It wasn't just a physical reaction. With the continuous, deep pounding into her flesh, LeBlanc could feel that her mind—which had previously managed to hold onto a sliver of rationality under the Mark of Pleasure—was beginning to gradually break, collapse, and alienate. What had originally been mere words used to enhance her seductive appeal to Faen were now real; LeBlanc could tangibly feel an intense maternal instinct blooming from the bottom of her heart...
On the other side, looking at Faen, who was also looking back as if asking 'Is there something wrong?', Jinx spoke straightforwardly: "News from Camille. The Rune Blade Legion is conducting a public exer—"
Before she could finish, a violent wave of pleasure struck. LeBlanc suddenly gripped both sides of the desk tightly, and with a geyser of fluid shooting through her, the illusion shattered.