Lying on the soft bed, Janna also looked somewhat curiously at LeBlanc pressing on her body, whose luscious breasts shook and fluttered wildly like surging waves accompanied by Faen's impacts.
She didn't have much hostility, because equally as Faen's contractor, although Janna and Faen were nominally cooperators, Janna knew very well that on the spirit realm level, she was Faen's vassal. And Janna didn't think she would lose anything by being Faen's vassal. Even completely the opposite, as a spirit realm life, Janna was instead the one who gained more in the process of this contract.
It seemed Faen had obtained the right to control storms, but the regional nature of this power was very obvious. Compared to the root-level joy, it was even less worth mentioning.
Under these circumstances, just being able to draw power from joy was enough to make Janna sincerely submit to Faen as the master.
Also precisely because of this, Janna could feel LeBlanc was also Faen's kin. Although lower than herself in life level and relationship with Faen, they were both obedient to Faen. Janna didn't have any thoughts about who was superior or inferior either. She was just curious why the person in front of her was so strange.
Clearly, both body and spirit were radiating impulses of obedience and indulgence, especially the physical body, which was already completely indulged in it... No, according to human words, it should be called depravity?
Looking down at LeBlanc's buttocks, perhaps even LeBlanc herself didn't realize that under the effect of the Joy Mark, every time Faen's impact arrived, her body would make the most suitable adjustments to facilitate Faen getting the deepest experience.
Body and spirit are connected and influence each other. With the physical body already like this, the spirit naturally goes without saying. But peculiarly, Janna could also feel a strong obsession existing deep in LeBlanc's spirit, telling herself not to fall completely into Faen's control, forcing herself to remember the hatred in her heart, instead of becoming a pure living toy.
Seemingly perceiving Janna's gaze, a smile broken by the impact of pleasure also appeared at the corner of LeBlanc's mouth amidst continuous impacts.
Then that graceful body also landed directly on Janna's body. Accompanied by Faen's impacts, the two masses of soft bodies rubbed against each other. Completely different alluring beauty colliding together made Faen, who was already fighting fiercely, twitch his index finger with appetite once again. Without even needing too many words, Janna could clearly feel it through the force of Faen's pounding.
"If Master wishes, then Master will not lack playthings." Laying prone on Janna's body, feeling Faen's rod crashing into her flower house, that bulging hard vein scraping the tender soft flesh, the relaxation in the soul and the stimulation on the physical body made LeBlanc feel a burst of trembling. Let alone the body, even those pair of dark golden eyes dispersed and blurred accordingly. Her whole person was like drowning in a river of love filled with hallucinogens, her consciousness blurred.
But even so, LeBlanc still said frankly: "So I must let Master know my uniqueness..."
Just as she was speaking, LeBlanc's body also suddenly paused, and then her eyes rolled up slightly. And under LeBlanc's body, Janna only needed to lower her head slightly to easily see the bulge on LeBlanc's abdomen. And judging by the force just now and LeBlanc's reaction, this time he obviously broke into LeBlanc's flower house. Look, that Joy Mark corresponding to the womb was still constantly flashing and extinguishing.
And feeling her flower house completely occupied, LeBlanc also began to pant heavily. Her whole person laid prone on Janna's body like a small beast, tensing her arches somewhat stiffly, feeling the deep development from the master. But in just a moment's time, those hands that were originally tightly gripping the bedsheets also gradually loosened accompanied by the dispersion in consciousness. Her loose body seemed to have its bones extracted. On the contrary, the flower house in her lower body became increasingly moist, constantly overflowing with juices accompanied by the relaxation of nerves.
Seeing this, Faen also slightly increased his speed, then suddenly gripped LeBlanc's slender waist tightly.
Perceiving the force of Faen's hands, LeBlanc's originally slightly unfocused eyes also struggled to emerge with a touch of clarity. Then she used her feet to hook Faen's waist as much as possible, or rather made her crotch press tightly against Faen's rod, constantly grinding that scorching heat entering the flesh with her flower house. Before long, LeBlanc felt a large amount of joy factor entering her body.
Receiving the blessing from the Lord of Kin, this let LeBlanc finally not need to continue forcing her body tense, but follow the instinct of body and spirit letting her eyes disperse, limbs lose strength, and then directly spread-eagle on Janna's soft body.
And having gone through a bout of entangled battle, Faen also leaned against the bed with a face full of comfort.
Seeing this, glancing at LeBlanc, Janna also shook her head somewhat puzzledly. Turning to crawl under Faen's body, she licked and cleaned the baguette in front of her in small mouthfuls, using her tongue to bit by bit roll the mixed bodily fluids and residual essence on it into her mouth.
To be honest, although these essences could also replenish the joy factor Janna needed, if really counting, the efficiency was far inferior to Faen directly injecting it simply and straightforwardly. Like now, besides not wasting it, it was more about satisfying Faen's sense of conquest and possessiveness.
Although she didn't quite understand these things, this didn't have any harm to Janna. It was just somewhat puzzling to Janna...
Just as she was cleaning, suddenly, Janna felt a burst of strangeness. Lowering her head slightly, she then saw LeBlanc, who had recovered slight strength, climbing up from the bed, intimately padding her pair of softness behind Faen's head.
And after enjoying for a moment, Faen also asked with closed eyes: "Where is the surprise you prepared? Seems it's not over yet?"
Hearing Faen's words, a smile also emerged at the corner of LeBlanc's mouth, saying: "Before Master has enjoyed himself to the fullest, it will never be over..."
With thoughts unilaterally transparent, even if Faen didn't actively probe, some of LeBlanc's preparations were equally non-existent in front of Faen. Like now, LeBlanc's inner eagerness couldn't be hidden from Faen's perception at all. Especially since this eagerness also contained a sense of impatience to show off, it was obviously because she had additionally prepared some other programs.
And now, hearing Faen's words, LeBlanc also clapped her hands lightly. Hearing this sound, outside the door, Caitlyn, who had been waiting quietly all along, also pursed her lips nervously. But recalling Camille's appointment, Zaun's development, Piltover's current situation, and the pressure on her mother's face...
Exhaling a breath of stale air, Caitlyn pushed open the room door.