Sensing Syndra's undisguised lust, Faen rubbed his temples and said, "The current situation is a bit complicated..."
"It's not complicated at all," Syndra shook her head. "Absorbing the healing mist takes time, and allowing it to fully take effect within their bodies takes time as well. Even if it doesn't take too long, with the time dilation of the Spirit Realm, it will be more than enough time for Teacher to help briefly quench my thirst."
Saying this, Syndra revealed a highly aggressive smile. Though it was aggressive, a beauty is still a beauty; such an expression on Syndra's face evoked absolutely no disgust. In fact, her appearance and aura naturally leaned towards dominance. As she laid bare her true desires, the mature, domineering queen-like aura between her brows only grew more intense.
For some people, sensing this domineering queen aura would instinctively make them want to writhe under her boots. But Faen's personality was a bit twisted; this display of dominance only further stimulated his own desire to conquer. With this thought, Faen nodded and opened the door to the Spirit Realm. Seeing the door open, Syndra's face showed no trace of fear. She threw a provocative glance at her teacher, proudly puffed up her full, towering breasts, and walked inside with her head held high.
Sometime later, on Fae'lor Island, Irelia was the first to open her eyes. She originally wanted to greet her Senior Brother, but found that Faen, who had been standing nearby, was nowhere to be seen. Though confused, Irelia didn't run around searching; she simply stayed put and waited silently. A moment later, the others also finished recovering one by one. Seeing that Faen hadn't appeared, they continued to stay where they were. After waiting for quite a while, the group felt a rhythmic ripple in the surrounding space.
A moment later, stepping out from the Spirit Realm, Faen's face was a picture of complete tranquility. Floating out right behind him, Syndra's eyes were equally peaceful, though compared to Faen, a subtle hint of deep sexual satisfaction dotted the depths of her gaze.
Through time dilation, half an hour had passed in the Material Realm, while two hours had elapsed in the Spirit Realm. Although this was a drop in the bucket compared to the stress and carnal lust Syndra had accumulated while waiting for thousands of years in the Dreaming Pool's illusion, Faen's masterful techniques and the massive, uninhibited injections of his "Joy Factor" semen—now free from the Spirit Realm's restrictive quirks—amplified her pleasure immensely. This intense stimulation provided brief but intense satisfaction to her sex-starved body.
Although he hadn't fucked Syndra many times yet, Faen could clearly feel that the endless waiting in the Dreaming Pool to reach the Material Realm had caused her mounting psychological stress to manifest as a shift in her mindset. For one thing, when they first had sex right before he left the Dreaming Pool's illusion—taking Syndra's virginity in the dream—she had still been somewhat green and shy. Faen had to reduce his force and speed to accommodate what she could endure.
But this time? Now that he was claiming her physical body's virginity in the Material Realm, Syndra was countless times more desperate and excited, eager to completely unleash the pressure built up over millennia. Consequently, even her physical endurance and receptiveness had been vastly expanded by her mental stress. Back in the dream, Syndra had been a bit clumsy when serving him with her mouth, and she had strictly guarded her backdoor, thinking it was dirty. But this time, Syndra didn't care about any of that at all. Her mind was completely consumed with satisfying the insatiable craving and lust she had accumulated over thousands of years, eagerly begging him to fill every hole.
Thinking of this, Faen couldn't help but sigh that the Darkness of Ionia was truly too dark. At this rate, once Syndra's sexual appetite grew even more voracious, she wouldn't be so easily satisfied with just a quick taste anymore. After all, the best way to deal with the connection to malicious entities from the Spirit Realm was to subject her to even more extreme carnal stimulation. If that was the case... he would have to try some kinkier ways to play with her.
Mhm, I'll see what Syndra's attitude is like tonight. If she's okay with it, I'll call Riven over to join in for a threesome.
Nearby, others might not think anything was going on between Faen and Syndra. After all, Faen had helped Syndra break her seal, and given her special status, it was perfectly reasonable for them to enter the Spirit Realm to sort some things out. But Riven, who was intimately familiar with Faen's personality, attitude, and a good portion of his sexual fetishes, immediately sensed that things were absolutely not as simple as they seemed the moment she saw them emerge together.
Even though Faen and Syndra both looked perfectly calm, as if nothing untoward had happened, Riven still noticed something slightly off after staring at them for a bit. Before coming to Ionia, it was one thing, but after arriving here—especially after breaking through her inner confusion and allowing Faen to ruthlessly and thoroughly break her body in—Riven's perception and intuition had been further enhanced by her massive intake of the "Joy Factor" semen, absorbed through her various orifices.
If it were something else, like Spirit Realm cultivation or meditation, Riven might not be able to tell, lacking the experience. But if it was the dirty deeds Faen constantly did to her...
Sensing the obscure, post-coital satisfaction between Syndra's brows, and the familiar demeanor that came from ingesting massive amounts of his "Joy Factor"—an aura akin to a bonded sex slave that only someone with similar experiences could recognize...
Just as she was thinking this, Riven saw Faen turn his gaze toward her and flash a gentle, knowing smile.
Just as I thought.
This made Riven instantly confirm her internal suspicions—and she reckoned she was about to get a new "co-worker" in bed tonight.
Thinking this, a look of helpless resignation appeared on Riven's face. While she felt speechless about Faen's debauched private life, she also felt helpless about her own body, which had already started reacting just from sensing his implied intent.
They had literally just finished a grueling battle, and her stamina had only just recovered. She originally thought she wouldn't want to move a muscle and just get some proper rest. Who would have thought that with just one suggestive look, while the sweat from the battle hadn't even dried on her skin, her nether regions would brazenly start throbbing in anticipation, squelching and secreting thick, sticky arousal fluids...
With these thoughts, Riven let out a sigh. She helplessly leaned against the wall, waiting for Faen to finish dealing with these trivial matters so he could come "deal" with her.
And in fact, Faen merely winked at Riven before turning his gaze toward Shen, Usan, and the others nearby.