"No problem." Hearing Irelia's words, Faen gave a knowing smile. Irelia's face broke into a clear grin, and she quickly hung her large and small bags onto the horse's saddle before reaching out to mount the horse with Faen's help.
Because of her petite frame, Irelia squeezed directly into Faen's embrace. Amidst melodious songs, the group set off on the road toward northern Navori.
With the horse's jolts, Irelia's immature yet already startlingly elastic嬌小 buttocks inevitably rubbed against Faen's thighs. Faen wore a gentle smile, but his large hand, which seemed to casually embrace the girl's waist, silently slid down to the tip of her buttocks.
"Ya..."
Irelia let out an infinitesimal cry, her small face flushing a deep crimson instantly. She felt her Senior Brother's rod, which had become thick, hard, and scorching at some point, pressing firmly against her butt crack through her clothes. What made her feel even more ashamed was that Faen's fingertips carried a trace of extremely weak yet bone-numbing magic, accurately teasing the edge of her virginal flower pussy through her traditional silk trousers.
Every time the horse rose and fell, Faen's finger maliciously squeezed that sensitive gap once. This hidden and intense stimulation caused the girl, who had never experienced the affairs of men, to lose her composure instantly. She had no idea what the "Joy Factor" was; she only felt a strange, parched heat surging deep in her lower belly. Her dry flower bud actually began to quietly secrete a trace of slippery love juice under the catalyst of this magic. She could only bite her lip hard, her small hands gripping the saddle tightly, terrified she might make a strange sound that would let the others nearby realize her inner pussy was getting wet from being teased while sitting in her Senior Brother's arms.
On the way, Irelia curiously looked at Riven, who was riding beside Faen but half a length behind, her large eyes sparkling with wonder. She couldn't help but ask Faen, "Senior Brother, who is this sister?"
"Riven," Faen said succinctly. "If you have any questions, you can ask her directly."
Faen was quite confident in Irelia's personality—though she looked like a little girl, her upbringing in the ancient silk-dance clan made her exceptionally sensitive to the emotions of others. If Riven felt uncomfortable, Irelia would be able to handle it herself.
Though Riven didn't know Irelia, she knew Faen. Looking at Irelia in Faen's arms, though she was still a small thing, her exquisite features and delicate figure already showed a budding, slightly green beauty. Her eyes held an innocent curiosity; she looked like a porcelain doll stepped out of a painting.
"Sister Riven, why are you following Senior Brother? I heard Teacher say you're his friend?" Irelia asked curiously.
"...I'm a guard." Hearing Irelia's question, Riven let out a helpless sigh. Although she was a guard in name, strictly speaking, she couldn't tell anyone with a straight face that she truly was Faen's protector.
Especially after encountering truly difficult enemies and people learning Faen's real strength, the thought of being his "guard" made Riven feel a surge of intense shame, almost unable to lift her head.
Specifically, Riven knew she had to handle the excess nutrients Faen accumulated every night. Even with Karma's permission, Ionia was not a place where portals could be opened at will. The northern Navori region was being impacted by the Noxian war; compared to the material battles, the waves in the spirit realm were more violent and persistent. Frequent travel could draw unnecessary attention. Until Ionia's secrets were cleared and the spirit realm calmed down, it was best not to open gates.
Otherwise, if an accident occurred, Faen would likely be fine, but others might not. Faen only dared to take Karma to the Twin Cities because of her deep foundation; she would be safe even if an accident happened, and as a local power, she could stabilize the spirit realm.
In this situation, while Faen occasionally "stole a taste" elsewhere, he mostly relied on Riven to vent his fire.
Though she could refuse—setting aside whether Faen would listen—at least he had given her the right to say no. Yet, Riven could clearly feel her body and energy growing and revitalizing every time she was used by him, making it hard to convince herself to refuse.
At least, compared to being used in various ways by Faen, Riven wanted power for revenge against LeBlanc's true body. Based on this, even though she had effectively become Faen's sex slave, Riven was unwilling to say no.
But... this was likely the negative side effect of the Joy Factor? It made her bottom line lower and lower when facing Faen.
Thinking this, Riven sighed, unsure if she should feel happy or lost. After all, this thing was like an anesthetic, weakening her internal resistance significantly while granting her much more power.
She said helplessly, "Of course, I only handle the grunts..."
"Eh? Just grunts?!" Hearing this, Irelia looked at the runic greatsword on Riven's back in disbelief. "But Sister, you're carrying such a huge sword! Just looking at it, I know I couldn't even lift it! Senior Brother is strong, but the Way of the Dancer isn't as good at fighting as the Way of the Warrior!"
Riven couldn't help but twitch her lips. "Then you are really underestimating your Senior Brother."
As she spoke, Riven studied Faen holding Irelia. Due to her own prejudices, though Riven lacked prophetic abilities, she felt she could already see the image of this cute girl being thrust upward by Faen until her feet left the ground. She didn't know what to say; in Riven's imagination, when that time came, Irelia might even cry out in happiness and excitement—leaking water from both ends.
On the other side, Yumu was eavesdropping on the conversation between Irelia and Riven, a flash of surprise appearing in her eyes when she heard Riven was a guard.
In terms of magical talent, Yumu was actually above Shen and Usan (Zed), but she excelled in perception rather than combat. In Yumu's perception, the magical traces on the sword Riven carried were not something any ordinary mage could apply—at least, Yumu was certain she couldn't achieve such precise and profound enchantment.
Under these circumstances, a wielder of such a divine weapon was merely a guard?
This made Yumu even more curious about Faen—unluckily, Faen seemed to have no interest in her, which bothered Yumu. After all, this "little fairy" was the beloved social butterfly of the Kinkou Order.
Amidst these flying thoughts, the group reached evening. They found a wind-shielded slope to set up camp. After a simple meal, everyone returned to their own tents.
After Faen set up the isolation and shielding spells, Riven swallowed hard, her face full of disgust but her eyes filled with anticipation. With a racing heart and slight panting, she followed him into Faen's tent.
After eating and resting, Irelia also decided to find her Senior Brother to hear his stories about the outside world.