In Caitlyn's disbelieving vision, LeBlanc's clever mouth padded with her honey tongue swallowed that majestic Root of Creation whole. It definitely couldn't be held just using the oral cavity; even saying taking in the mushroom head at the front was somewhat strenuous. But under such circumstances, under Caitlyn's gaze, LeBlanc's neck swallowed it whole. The beautiful swan-like curve was instantly smashed to pieces by that majesty, revealing a bulging outline.
It could be seen that this was actually not an easy task for LeBlanc either. When taking in one-third, the Illusion Deceiver's eyes began to roll up, and the muscles in her throat also began to contract constantly. But under such circumstances, LeBlanc forcibly swallowed it whole, almost touching her soft chest cavity.
And Faen didn't have any thought of cherishing the fairer sex. Instead, he grabbed LeBlanc's hair, and accompanied by panting, that robust waist pumped continuously like a motor. This fierce onslaught almost like playing with and then discarding made LeBlanc's eyes roll back showing the whites, and the pink tongue tip padded on her lower teeth hung down a silver viscous thread.
A twisted joy and infatuation erupted on the Deceiver's body accompanied by slight pain. Tears, saliva, and other even more shameful liquids secreted crazily out of control, wetting her lips, wetting her body hair, and also washing out faint smudge marks on her eye makeup.
Seeing the Deceiver flooding, Faen didn't hold it in either. He knew LeBlanc actively guided Caitlyn to get more favor and more joy factor, and to make Caitlyn more depraved, best to become like her, a mind full of nothing but how to please and have joyful sex.
And as a generous master, Faen naturally wouldn't let the people around him dedicate themselves for nothing. Look, immediately after he pressed LeBlanc's head and stuffed it into her mouth. Two hairy ping-pong balls slapped against LeBlanc's jaw along with the ball sacs. And the illusion mage's face sank deeply into the sac skin and hair. Accompanied by a slight tremor of Faen's body, the ping-pong ball sacs contracted, and a thick joy also emerged in the bottom of LeBlanc's eyes, swallowing constantly.
Lasting for about half a minute, Faen then pulled it out unhurriedly. And LeBlanc also covered her mouth and fell back on the bed chewing and digesting for a while. A moment later, she then opened that clever mouth with a few stray hairs still at the corners, having eaten it cleanly.
Seeing this, Faen also patted LeBlanc's head in satisfaction again. And LeBlanc also intimately rubbed against Faen's palm, then cast her gaze at Caitlyn who was already frozen on the spot, smilingly holding out a finger and saying:
"See? That's how you do it."
Hearing this, Caitlyn opened her mouth, then sighed with emotion, not knowing whether it was praise or sarcasm: "You are indeed a master at pleasing people..."
"For a person without any ability who wants to live well, fawning and pleasing is the best method." LeBlanc wasn't angry because of Caitlyn's words at all. Instead, with a completely casual face, she reached out those slender jade hands holding up the already half-soft majesty, kissing and licking it for a while. Not until she meticulously circled the last bit of purifying dirt into her mouth with her tongue did she look at Caitlyn again:
"Being able to be Master's plaything is my greatest honor. Because my master is powerful and perfect enough, so the person I need to please is forever only one. Unlike some people, who don't even have a master, don't even know who the object of fawning and pleasing is, and can only cheaply compromise and fawn constantly towards everyone, towards every superior, thereby getting that tiny bit of remuneration falling from between their fingers, and have to be immensely grateful in the end..."
Hearing LeBlanc's words, Caitlyn didn't speak, just falling into a brief silence. Then she quickly realized something and cast her gaze at the generous object in LeBlanc's hands.
When Caitlyn came in, Faen was already doing it. At that time, Caitlyn even clearly saw Janna was already filled with yogurt thick to the point of being almost solid; the reason it didn't overflow was entirely relying on the breeze blocking it. Although she didn't see the front of LeBlanc's shameful place, when Faen got in the mood and used his hands to tease and dig, Caitlyn also saw quite a lot of turbid white coagulated cream in the water fluid...
And now, Faen outputted towards LeBlanc's mouth and stomach bag for a full half-minute again...
Looking at the half-softened generous object, Caitlyn only felt a burst of complexity in her heart.
In this complexity, there was rejoicing, rejoicing she didn't have to try stuffing such a huge object into her narrow flower house right from the start. But in this complexity, there was also uneasiness, because she came bearing missions and responsibilities. The family's future and her mother's pressure were all on her. Her success or failure would largely affect the situation the family needed to face in the coming period. And Faen's care for the people around him was obvious to all...
Living in Zaun during this period, regarding how Faen took care of the girls around him, Caitlyn could only say she saw it in her eyes and kept it in her heart. Even saying they flew up the branch to become phoenixes wouldn't be an exaggeration at all.
Hmm, not flying up the branch, but being stuffed by the head to become phoenixes...
If she could still understand why she would think this way for these two, then for the third one, Caitlyn couldn't understand why she felt a burst of loss... as if an expectation fell through? And what was that feeling of regret? She couldn't possibly just smell it, taste it, hold it in her mouth twice, kiss it twice, and then become a... bitch whose mind was full of this huge object?
Thinking of the end, Caitlyn also swallowed in disbelief. But before Caitlyn could come back to her senses, the corner of her eye caught a scene that made her feel disbelief.
Turning her head to look, entering her vision, that generous object that had just outputted for more than half a minute first trembled twice. A moment later, it engorged and expanded like being inflated. Finally, surging with energy, steaming hot, it pointed shiny and bright straight towards the ceiling.
Eyes widening, Caitlyn even suspected if she saw it wrong.
As an Enforcer, although originating from a trade noble as someone with connections, she, who had always been focused, had seriously studied medicine, anatomy, and criminal investigation. And now... counting before, it should be at least three consecutive times, right? How is it possible... how could it be possible?
But no matter how much she didn't believe it, looking at the light purple ring-shaped mark at the base of the Root of Creation that was the same lipstick shade as LeBlanc's, and the large and small lipstick hickeys all over the rod and ball sacs, no matter how disbelieving, Caitlyn had to believe Faen really wasn't affected at all.
While feeling surprised, Caitlyn suddenly felt a burst of excitement, rejoicing, and joy. Realizing this point, Caitlyn couldn't help but purse her lips—the previous loss and regret aside, where did the current rejoicing and joy come from?!