Faen treated others with sincerity. His main selling points were honesty, reliability, restraint, and an avoidance of female charms.
But he couldn't withstand Caitlyn's firm resolve.
Thus, hearing Faen's words, Caitlyn pursed her lips, then took a deep breath. She reached under her skirt. A moment later, she first removed her disappointingly modest safety shorts, followed by a pair of black lace panties.
Gripping one corner of the fabric, Caitlyn stepped in front of Faen, lowered her head to display them, and then stood there silently, waiting for Faen to pronounce her fate.
Looking at the inexperienced Caitlyn, Faen wasn't entirely surprised. After all, not everyone was like LeBlanc, able to swiftly and flexibly shift their survival strategy based on the situation, nor could everyone be like Janna, who held such a faint concept of the material realm... or rather, human morality.
Zeri, at the very least, had spent some time cohabitating with Faen. Although Seraphine's time interacting with him was shorter, her "training" had begun early on when she walked in on Faen and Zeri's coupling. Her bottom line was lowered step by step, until finally, when Faen caught her doing some "handiwork," she broke down completely, allowing Faen to hit a home run and fill her into a Twin Cities cream puff.
And Caitlyn... Although they had spent some time together, the total duration was not even a tenth of the time he had spent with Vi, let alone the others. While this was enough for Caitlyn to form a basic judgment of Faen's character and behavior, it undeniably wasn't enough to foster any feelings beyond friendship... In fact, it couldn't even be called friendship. At best, they were strangers or colleagues who shared similar goals in certain aspects.
And now, she was being asked to proactively cross that distance and reach the final step of intimacy...
In the silence, seeing Faen say nothing, Caitlyn knew this was Faen making her take the initiative. Without any thought of holding out for a better price, Caitlyn could only take a deep breath. She then carefully reached out her hand toward that magnificent pillar, still slick with Janna's glistening saliva.
Her movements were a bit clumsy. As the magnificent medicine pestle drew near, the thick, masculine scent began to drill through her nose and into her brain. This intense aura wasn't merely a physical sensation, but a spiritual intensity. It made Caitlyn almost instinctively focus all her attention on the generous gift before her.
Although it was just a simple touch, through the skin, Caitlyn could clearly feel the scalding blood rushing at high speed within, the surging blood-qi highlighting a dense life energy. Knowing clearly her choice, her destiny, and the encounter that awaited her, even Caitlyn couldn't help but wonder if her narrow, untouched cave could possibly accommodate such a massive object.
Just as Caitlyn was trembling at its astonishing size, LeBlanc let out a light chuckle and slipped in front of her like a smooth, venomous snake.
"Hesitation only makes you look like a cheap freebie, darling."
As she teased, LeBlanc expertly grasped the "baguette" that had long been lubricated crystal-clear by Janna and was currently throbbing ferociously. The purplish-red shaft was coiled with veins like horned dragons, and the eye of the glans was constantly weeping transparent saliva due to excitement. Without hesitation, LeBlanc opened those red lips that so often spat conspiracies and took the massive, umbrella-like glans entirely into her mouth, sucking forcefully.
"Mgh... slurp..."
Accompanied by blush-inducing, heart-racing wet sounds, LeBlanc repeatedly licked the ferocious coronal sulcus, her tongue greedily sweeping over every engorged, hard vein. Immediately after, she pressed her head down forcefully, ruthlessly swallowing the ten-plus-inch giant object deep into her throat until the entire medicine pestle was fully submerged.
Caitlyn watched from the side, her breath catching in her throat. She watched helplessly as LeBlanc's slender neck bulged with a clear, rod-like outline due to the extreme filling. With Faen's malicious thrusts, that outline constantly moved in and out of her throat. A large amount of saliva, mixed with Faen's thick, sweet-and-metallic masculine essence, stretched into lewd silver threads along the corners of LeBlanc's mouth, dripping onto her nipples, which were as hard as nutmegs from extreme sexual arousal.
This dual desecration of sight and smell made Caitlyn's heart, which had been clinging to reason, nearly leap out of her chest. She discovered with horror that her long, beautiful legs, wrapped in tight pants, were now trembling uncontrollably. Her never-before-cultivated, secret flower house was actually frantically secreting scalding love juices, soaking that narrow crevice into an utter mess, even sliding greasily down the roots of her thighs and emitting a dizzying pheromone scent.
Taking a deep breath, Caitlyn also opened her mouth and took Faen's massive object inside.
Due to its size, Caitlyn had to open her mouth as wide as possible. The tip of her tongue touched the scorching heat. The rich flavor was no longer just spiritual and aromatic; the touch on her taste buds caused her body to produce even more reactions, making Caitlyn subconsciously tense up slightly.
Noticing Caitlyn's movements, LeBlanc beside her reminded her with keen interest, "Be careful not to let your teeth touch it, or Master will feel uncomfortable."
Hearing this, Caitlyn cast her gaze at LeBlanc behind Faen. She remembered this woman—when she fought Faen initially, the destructive power she displayed alone was like a hundred-man mage legion. With terrifying destructive force, she single-handedly created a magical barrage where illusion and reality intertwined. Her true body and phantoms constantly switched and flashed, and she could even disguise herself in different forms. According to Caitlyn's own deductions, this one person could easily conquer the entire Piltover Wardens' precinct.
The Blue Harbor Estate might have high-tier mercenaries, making it not so easy to breach. But as the saying goes, there are those who play the thief for a thousand days, but who can guard against a thief for a thousand days? If these methods were used for assassination, the entire Blue Harbor Estate would be her backyard.
And now, such a powerful illusionist mage was here, enthusiastically teaching her the oral techniques to please a man?
In the silence, Caitlyn glanced at Faen from the corner of her eye. Finding that Faen didn't mind at all and actually found it quite amusing, she nodded to herself. Finally, she lifted her head, spat out the massive object that occupied her entire oral cavity, and, imitating Janna but slightly clumsily, licked her own saliva clean. Caitlyn said with a calm face, "Could I trouble you to demonstrate for me, sister?"
"No problem." Hearing this, LeBlanc chuckled lightly, not feeling the slightest dissatisfaction. With Faen's authorization, she twisted her serpentine waist and slipped out from behind Faen to face Caitlyn. Her plump buttocks faced Faen sideways; in the faintly visible valley, a few drops of white liquid hung upside down, reluctant to fall.
Glancing at Caitlyn, LeBlanc tightened her grip on the magnificent Pillar of Creation and said, "Perhaps you feel this is shameless? Let go of those delusions, my dear little sister. In truth, we are all here for our own purposes, aren't we? It's just that I am here to survive, for revenge. And you are here for family interests. Since we both know this, let go of that insignificant modesty. It will save you from wasting energy for nothing, only to have your favor stolen by the sisters who come after you."
As she spoke, LeBlanc opened her mouth seductively, sticking out her inviting little tongue and resting it over her bottom teeth. Then, pressing her tongue flat against it, she swallowed it entirely into her throat with incomparable smoothness, writhing up and down slightly.
Facts proved that having experience or not resulted in two completely different experiences. See, although she hadn't been climbing into Faen's bed for long either, LeBlanc's skills progressed the fastest in her flexible adaptation for survival. More importantly, LeBlanc wasn't just relying on simple oral skills. While contracting her throat to provide comfort for Faen, she didn't forget to lightly bite her jade-like lower lip. This aroused a burst of heat in Faen, who reached out a hand, punishingly tugged at her "nutmeg," and then reached in to dig.
And what about LeBlanc? Feeling Faen's mischievous large hand, she merely cast a seductive glance at him. Then, following the rhythm of Faen's digging, she swayed her jade-like body, causing waves to ripple across her buttocks. Like a puppy wagging its tail upon seeing its master return home, she enhanced Faen's visual experience.