Stepping into Faen's room, even though she had mentally prepared herself adequately, upon seeing the scene before her, a trace of uncontrollable nervousness and embarrassment still flashed through Caitlyn's eyes.
She couldn't help it; the state Faen, Janna, and LeBlanc were in was simply too eye-catching.
Leaning against the soft, large bed, LeBlanc pressed tightly behind Faen, using her body as a soft cushion. A pair of delicate, soft mounds pillowed under Faen's head, and she even occasionally nibbled on Faen's earlobe, chatting and laughing about who-knows-what.
If LeBlanc was just fawning, then Janna gave the impression of complete depravity. Even seeing it with her own eyes, Caitlyn still found it hard to believe. That legendary Goddess of the Wind, believed in and worshipped by all ancient Zaunites since the Twin Cities were established, was now submissively kneeling under Faen, obediently licking him.
Looking at her focused appearance, even when Caitlyn walked in, she only cast a casual, calm glance before continuing her focused oral servitude. With her back to Caitlyn, she could even clearly see between the Goddess of the Wind's spread legs, thick, yogurt-like life essence eagerly trying to flow out. However, the Goddess's shameful place was also swirling with gentle breezes, firmly sealing that thickness within her flower house, as if reluctant to waste even a single drop.
And that single-minded licking servitude, as if to this Goddess, even the citizens of the Twin Cities who worshipped her were no longer important, and only this thing in the whole world was the most precious...
That's true too. According to what Faen said before, Piltover and Zaun had forgotten this Goddess for thousands of years... Now that this Goddess could return in such a posture, it really relied on this guy in front of her who seemed extravagant and lustful, but who racked his brains just to let people feel more happiness...
Thinking this, Caitlyn didn't know where her thoughts had drifted. Because putting other things aside, in some aspects—especially the cause he was undertaking—Caitlyn agreed from the bottom of her heart. Especially as the top student of a great family, Caitlyn hadn't forgotten her inner moral principles after knowing the darkness beneath the Twin Cities.
At least for now, she hadn't become a formless political killing machine like Camille. Not to say it's a child's fantasy, but she still hoped both cities could have a bright future... And now, the cause Faen was undertaking might harm Piltover in the short term, but in the long run, only this way could Zaun and Piltover be truly equal and head towards their respective destinies.
Unfortunately, the reason she had to put some things aside to look at it was exactly because she couldn't just put them aside.
See, meeting Caitlyn's gaze, the rod that had originally gone slightly soft due to continuous fierce battles, lying on the bed like a python letting Janna play with and swallow it, quickly engorged and stood erect again, accompanied by Faen's inner thoughts and 'battle intent'.
Looking at that majestic huge object, watching veins emerge one by one, the strong masculine scent also began to spread to the whole room once again, accompanied by the joy factor.
Meeting Faen's gaze, Caitlyn almost instinctively squeezed her legs together, but ultimately just pursed her lips and bowed slightly.
"Greetings to you... Mr. Faen."
Hearing Caitlyn's words, looking at the female officer's demeanor, Faen also rubbed his chin and asked peacefully: "So you... have made up your mind?"
Hearing this, Caitlyn also fell into silence for a moment, then nodded quietly. Then she raised her head to look at Faen, her voice calm and clear as she said: "Yes, sir."
The female officer's eyes were a sharp cyan-blue, which in the past, even with just a simple gaze, would make criminals feel heartfelt terror. But now, Caitlyn only locked eyes with Faen for a moment before actively lowering her eyelids to avoid Faen's gaze. While relieving her inner constraint, uneasiness, and pressure, she also expressed her submission through her actions.
"I am the top student of House Kiramman in Bluewind Manor. I have known since I was very young that my destiny doesn't belong to me, but is with my family... For people like me, marriage is never decided by ourselves, but a part of interest exchange."
While speaking, Caitlyn also recalled everything she saw in Bluewind Manor just a few hours ago.
Faen at that time had already resealed Styraatu. Bluewind Manor changed owners, and Piltover welcomed its new master just like Zaun. And after this, Caitlyn didn't go to the Piltover Wardens immediately, but returned to House Kiramman to find her mother.
And let alone Caitlyn's mother, even other high-ranking members in the family, the other two grand auditors, still knew very little about this banquet in Bluewind Manor—they hadn't received an invitation ticket to the banquet.
Even saying, if Caitlyn hadn't brought back the related news, they would still think the Piltover Wardens being attacked was because of Zaunites' madness.
The family's pressure, her mother's astonishment, and those words said by Camille and LeBlanc...
For me, this is the best result.
Thinking this, a touch of struggle also emerged in the bottom of Caitlyn's eyes. Actually, she knew this was indeed the best result. Compared to a political marriage exchanging interests with some unheard-of trade noble for the family's interests, Faen, whether in ability, power, identity, status, or even his own actions, met all of Caitlyn's requirements. Even saying, she was marrying far out of her league.
Reason told Caitlyn there was no need to hesitate; speaking out actively, then serving, then becoming a personal bitch like that Goddess of the Wind was the best choice. But just as Caitlyn was about to make the decision, that familiar figure involuntarily emerged in her mind—Vi.
Compared to Faen, Vi couldn't be said to be useless, but in terms of identity, status, and ability, they were completely incomparable. Originating from Zaun, with a low education level, ruthless, brave and combative, acting on loyalty, reckless. But it was exactly this unpretentious straightforwardness, stepping forward without hesitation to protect her when she was in danger, and afterwards smilingly saying things like 'My physique is much stronger than you, Little Cupcake'... Although they hadn't spent much time together, undoubtedly, growing up in an environment full of power struggles and conspiracies, Vi was special to Caitlyn.
Biting her lip lightly, but ultimately, reason gained the upper hand in Caitlyn's heart. Looking at Faen, she said: "I... am ready."