To be honest, Faen was somewhat surprised by Vi's arrival—mainly because he hadn't expected her to come so quickly. In Faen's initial estimation, even if Vi did come, it should have taken her a few days to make up her mind or throw caution to the wind.
But looking at it now, it was obvious. After understanding her feelings for Caitlyn and realizing that Caitlyn had harbored similar inclinations—which had now completely vanished—Vi found herself utterly unable to truly let Caitlyn go.
On the other hand, although she had prepared herself beforehand, when it all actually began, Vi clearly realized she had still underestimated Faen's abilities in certain areas.
Standing beside Vi, looking at her lying face down on the bed with her buttocks hiked up—her body tense but still trembling from time to time—Faen reached out and slapped her buttocks heavily a few times. The sudden pain caused a violent reaction in Vi, who was experiencing the aching numbness of her flower house being impaled for the first time.
Like the final straw that broke the camel's back. She was already rolling her eyes upward, teeth clenched tight, and muscles completely tense. Now, this sudden pain shattered the balance she had been desperately maintaining mentally. In an instant, the strong female warrior collapsed entirely onto the bed, welcoming the first ultimate bliss of her life amidst violent physical spasms.
Several clear handprints were left on her plump, fleshy buttocks.
"Didn't you say you wanted to empathize with Caitlyn and prove to her that this could be overcome? How are you already like this when we've just started?"
Facing Faen's teasing, Vi would normally have retorted mercilessly without hesitation. But now, with intense joy rising from the bottom of her heart, she could only endure Faen's harassment in silence—of course, it was also possible Vi hadn't heard Faen speaking at all. Because right now, anyone could see that the Vi who used to be heroic and unyielding was currently in a state where her soul had left her body.
Never mind responding to Faen; even with every twitch of her body, a stream of water sprayed out from below.
"What an unexpectedly weak minnow. Caitlyn's performance on her first time was much better than yours~"
Faen commented with a smile. Hearing Caitlyn's name, a flash of clarity returned to Vi's eyes. Then, forcibly enduring the joyful signals transmitted by her nerves, she tremblingly turned her head for a glance—but just one glance, and she immediately snapped her gaze back. Because she could feel that when she looked back and saw Faen, and Faen's "thing"...
If before, she felt half disbelief at the sheer scale of the thing and half disgust toward Faen for making Caitlyn leave her and degrade into that state... then now, Vi could even feel a delusion, or rather an impulse, emerging in her heart, something akin to: "This is the thing making me feel so good."
Thinking this, Vi couldn't help but clamp her legs tightly together, silently cursing her own flower bud down below for being so shameful and disappointing. But then she took a deep breath and asked, "Caitlyn's... first time, what was it like?"
"Her? Probably because she already knew her responsibilities and the arrangements her family had for her, she was much more relaxed than you imagined—at least, it wasn't what you thought, where I tied her up, tortured her, fed her drugs, and threatened her with her friends and family."
"When did I ever say that?!" Vi seemed somewhat dissatisfied, but a flash of shame also crossed her eyes. Obviously, although Vi hadn't actually said it, she had indeed harbored similar speculations regarding Caitlyn's willing servitude to Faen.
After all, in Vi's impression, Caitlyn was noble and pure. She had argued fiercely with Zeri for the future of the Piltovan people; she was someone who harbored ideals and convictions. How could such an aloof goddess privately degrade into that state—wagging her tail like a puppy seeing its master, and spreading her legs to eagerly become a meat toilet the moment she saw Faen...
Faen didn't take Vi's weak defense to heart. He merely recalled how, before leaving Zaun to return to Piltover, under LeBlanc's guidance, Caitlyn had learned step by step how to serve with her mouth and how to smoothly sway her waist and plump buttocks to bring Faen an excellent experience...
Thinking this, Faen patted Vi's buttocks and said, "Although she was very clumsy at first, Caitlyn's rate of progress was much faster than yours."
As Faen's hand landed on her buttocks, Vi couldn't help but hug the pillow in front of her tightly. She buried her face into it, hiding the joy surfacing from the depths of her eyes... Although Vi thought she was hiding it well, her curvaceous body tightened and loosened, loosened and tightened. And every time it switched, a trickling stream squirted from her flower valley. What did it matter if she buried her head in the blankets? It was nothing more than playing the ostrich, pretending "I don't know" meant "nothing happened."
After resting for a moment, Vi lifted her head from the pillow and blankets. Looking back from the corner of her eye, she noticed the playfulness in Faen's gaze. This made her realize that her hiding was nothing but a clumsy joke. Never mind the already soaked bedsheets and mattress between her legs; just the tender pink flush radiating across her skin proved that she had already lost all power to resist...
Thinking this, Vi secretly gritted her teeth. But knowing she had no way to deal with Faen, she ultimately swallowed her internal bitterness and said with a face full of stubbornness, "I never planned to compete in this kind of thing!"
"Alright, alright, if you say no, then no."
Faen suddenly reached out and grabbed Vi's firm and elastic buttocks—honed from long-term boxing—his five fingers sinking deeply into the tight flesh. His purplish-red giant object, still stained with Caitlyn's residual white paste, mercilessly aimed at Vi's red, swollen, out-turned, and continuously trembling flower lips, delivering another heavy, deep thrust!
"Ahhh—! You bastard... you... mngh!"
Vi's originally stubborn curse was instantly smashed into a sweet, depraved moan. Even though she possessed physical attributes surpassing ordinary people, under Faen's terrifying size and rhythm, her never-before-truly-cultivated secret flower house had long since routed. Every time Faen plunged in completely, an astonishing outline was propped up on her previously flat lower abdomen. The scalding meat rod charged recklessly within the narrow tunnel, its rough veins scraping against every inch of Vi's tender inner walls, bringing waves of electric, aching ecstasy shooting straight to her brain.
A massive amount of transparent, viscous love juices "squelched" loudly with Faen's thrusting, splashing onto the bedsheets. Vi's eyes were currently rolled back, her fragrant tongue hanging slightly out, her hands gripping the pillow tightly, allowing that immoral joy welling up from the depths of her flesh to wash away her final shreds of dignity. She discovered in horror that her womb had actually developed a perverted craving due to this brutal plundering; every time the massive medicine pestle was pulled out, her red, swollen soft flesh would greedily retract and suck outward, as if humbly begging its Master to fill her up again.
As he spoke, Faen thrust his waist slightly, "But before we started, you said you were going to show me. I've only just started, you can't possibly make me stop halfway, right?"
Hearing Faen's words and feeling the scorching, hard baguette pressing against her petals once again, a look of tension surfaced on Vi's face.
After all, it was still her first time. And before this, Vi hadn't even ingested any Joy Factor—meaning, although Vi's physical constitution was better than Caitlyn and the others, without the Joy Factor's enhancement, her petals were already noticeably swollen and blood-engorged after just one round of fierce battle.
"I... next time, how about next time? It's already swollen..." Lowering her head, Vi couldn't help but avoid Faen's gaze, her tone half-suggesting, half-begging for mercy.
But Faen wasn't the kind of useless trash who would refuse meat delivered right to his mouth just to forcefully maintain a "warm-hearted gentleman" persona. Respect is respect, but it had already reached this point; being respectful now would just be impolite.
However, considering that Vi indeed hadn't ingested the Joy Factor and it was her first time... after thinking about it, Faen decided to switch methods to continue the joy.
"Aren't your other places not swollen yet?"