Hearing that Vi had already come looking for her, Caitlyn instantly became tense. She turned to Faen in a panic, only to see him wearing a completely innocent expression.
"Why are you looking at me like that? You're making us look like an adulterous couple caught in bed. Our relationship is completely innocent—it's a purely physical one. Don't be so nervous."
Hearing Faen's words, Caitlyn belatedly relaxed. Right, Vi and I are just working partners.
Yet, as she thought this, Caitlyn felt her mood gradually sink. She knew very well that the bond of trust between her and Vi was far more than just simple friendship. At the very least, both she and Vi could feel that the reliance and unspoken feelings between them were definitely not as simple as a superficial working relationship.
Unfortunately, no matter how complicated the past was, she had to bid farewell to it now. Caitlyn knew clearly that the moment she made her choice, only a simple working relationship would remain between her and Vi. The reason was simple: not just Caitlyn, but the entire Kiramman family—and even all of Piltover—lacked the ability to face Faen's wrath.
Is it duty again...?
Thinking this, Caitlyn lowered her head and continued to suck on Faen's "gift," saying softly, "I will explain some things to her..."
"No, no, no, you're overthinking it."
Hearing Caitlyn's words, Faen shook his head. With a peaceful expression, he stroked Caitlyn's head and said, "I don't hate the affectionate feelings developing between you and Vi. In fact, I'm quite a diverse person myself. Whether they are human girls, spirit realm lifeforms, or even Vastaya and Yordles, as long as they are pretty, I like them all."
Hearing this, even with Faen's "thing" in her mouth, Caitlyn couldn't help but pause her movements slightly. Is this legitimate diversity? Isn't it just pure lust?
"What's wrong with being lustful? A person's first impression comes from appearance, and only then from voice, personality, and moral character." Sensing Caitlyn's thoughts, Faen seemed very casual and leisurely.
"As for the relationship between you and Vi... to be honest, I'm quite interested in Vi as well. But you don't need to worry; I never like forcing others, unless they ask for it."
Noticing that Caitlyn subconsciously swallowed her saliva when she heard him say he was "interested in Vi," and that a flash of complexity and hesitation crossed her eyes, Faen casually soothed the enforcer's thoughts. He then continued looking at Caitlyn and said, "If you want to ask why I'm so relaxed about the relationship between you and Vi... the reason is actually quite simple."
Under Caitlyn's puzzled gaze, Faen pulled the mostly-cleaned medicine pestle out of her mouth. Then, amidst the enforcer's shameful expression, he gently slapped it against her small face—which, having been thoroughly nourished, was as beautifully radiant as a lotus emerging from the water—and said:
"Because I have confidence in my abilities. Especially since you have now experienced it personally. Although it sounds a bit strange to say, you had already ingested a lot of the Joy Factor. You should be able to feel the vitality and sense of power coursing through every part of your body right now. That's right; these Joy Factors are continuously nourishing your body, allowing you to grow more, become stronger, until you reach a level where you can bear my offspring."
With the elevation of his life level, whether it was Zeri or Caitlyn, even producing the crystallization of love with Faen was a problem. The overly weak maternal body simply couldn't withstand the powerful force of Faen's bloodline. If he were a bit more vicious, Faen could certainly force his seed, eventually gestating his child in a parasitic manner, only for the mother—drained of all vitality—to die the moment the child was born.
But Faen considered himself a sentimental silver-tongued rogue, absolutely incapable of the viciousness of using and discarding someone. Therefore, just like with Zeri, anyone weaker than Faen would absorb his essence to nourish their physical bodies.
"Of course, the essence entering your body—whether in your stomach, womb, or intestines—will make you stronger, but it will also make your senses increasingly sensitive to me," Faen said. "This sensation includes hearing, smell, and taste. Although it can be overcome through rationality, to be honest..."
Smacking his lips, Faen didn't give a direct answer. Instead, he tapped the enforcer's forehead and said, "Feel the sense of power within your body, that seemingly inexhaustible vitality, and the visible sensation of yourself growing stronger. Then think about what price you paid to gain this feeling and to continuously become stronger. And consider whether the sensations during the process were the pain of exercise, or an intoxicating, refreshing, and uninhibited pleasure..."
Hearing this, Caitlyn couldn't help but purse her lips.
She knew what Faen was trying to express...
Her current strength, speed, and shooting accuracy—which of these didn't come from years of rigorous training? Years of bracing a gun, pulling the trigger. Thick layers of calluses had formed on her fingers, the webbing between her thumb and forefinger, and her shoulders. Even soaking in specially made potions couldn't completely eliminate them. That was how she achieved her current skills.
And now, to become stronger, all that was required was... Although it was very shameful, Caitlyn had to admit that all it took was submissively serving and waiting upon Faen, accepting the mind-numbing lovemaking, and the degradation that grew more stimulating and comfortable the more shameful it became...
Growing stronger happily and joyfully... So what was the price? The price was wanting more and more joy.
Thinking this, Caitlyn pursed her lips and looked at Faen, her expression filled with complexity. Faen, however, just smiled at her without a care in the world. He then used his medicine pestle to rub against the enforcer's pretty face, wiping away the residual saliva as if using a rag. Leaning back on the bed once more, he said, "Go on. Don't forget to get dressed—"
Saying this, he paused and smiled at Caitlyn as she got up to dress. This made Caitlyn shrink her neck defensively and ask cautiously, "Uh... is there something else?"
To this, Faen smiled and said, "Just a small matter."
Faen did not immediately let Caitlyn leave. Instead, he wickedly stopped her from finding her panties, and instead pressed the female enforcer—who had just recovered a few shreds of sanity—against the dressing table in front of the floor-to-ceiling window.
"As a commanding officer, you should learn how to maintain your dignity in front of your subordinates, even if your slutty hole is currently filled with your Master's semen."
Faen's words struck Caitlyn's sense of shame like a heavy hammer. But due to the deep erosion of the Joy Factor, her thoroughly cultivated, delicate body gave the most honest feedback. Her long, firm legs were roughly pulled apart by Faen, exposing her badly swollen private parts, which were dripping turbid white bodily fluids like a broken faucet. Faen thrust his purplish-red meat stick—which was still throbbing ferociously and bulging with veins—forward, and without any foreplay, pierced through the layers of soft flesh once again, driving straight to the core.
"Ah... mngh... Mr. Faen... it's going to break..."
Caitlyn's eyes rolled back. Her hands desperately clawed at the edge of the table, allowing Faen's heavy waist to violently crash against her buttocks, producing sharp, loud "smack-smack" sounds of flesh. Every deep thrust accurately crushed against her cervix, pounding the white paste that hadn't yet flowed out back into the deepest depths. Under the high-intensity sprinting, Caitlyn's lower abdomen spasmed violently, the emptiness that had never been filled instantly replaced by a scalding hot flow. With a low growl, the eye of Faen's glans opened wide, ruthlessly pumping a new round of thick, glue-like essence deep into her womb, until her flat belly slightly bulged into an inviting outline.
Faen casually grabbed the enforcer's uniform and personally helped dress the delirious female enforcer—who was still twitching and squirting love juices—but mischievously confiscated her underwear. That sticky sensation of having to clamp her legs tightly together due to her overflowing private parts, with viscous white paste sliding down the roots of her thighs with every step, caused Caitlyn's body to still be experiencing physiological spasms when she stepped out of the room to meet Vi. Her eyes were filled with the lewdness and haziness of someone completely tamed.
A moment later, pacing back and forth anxiously in the central garden of the High-tower Manor, Vi's face was filled with tension and unease. Over an hour had passed since the agreed-upon time for Caitlyn to return. Why hadn't Caitlyn come out yet? Could it be that Caitlyn had met with some accident? Or had she been hurt and couldn't come out?
Just as Vi was still thinking nervously, her thoughts churning, she suddenly felt something and snapped her gaze to the side.
Walking from afar, Caitlyn was dressed in her neat enforcer's uniform. This made Vi secretly breathe a sigh of relief. She quickly walked up with concern and said, "How is it? Caitlyn? Are you feeling okay? Did they do anything to you? Did they mistreat you??"
Hearing this, feeling the breeze pass between her legs, bringing a burst of coolness to her commando nether regions, Caitlyn could only secretly clamp her legs tight to prevent the thick yogurt from flowing out. While feeling ashamed that Faen hadn't let her wear her underwear, she also felt an inexplicable, slight thrill as she said softly, "They... didn't do anything to me."