In the past, Riven would have been able to restrain her impulses and make the "right" choice. But the situation now was different—she had waited far too long, remaining in a state of constant, unfulfilled arousal—popularly known as "edging." Under continuous denial, Riven could no longer care about anything else, especially since Irelia was asleep... or rather, since Faen had thrown her onto the bed.
With the jolts of movement, Riven's last sliver of reason was washed away by the impending pleasure. Before Faen could even align himself, Riven proactively guided his meat rod toward her petals.
At that moment, in her deep sleep, Irelia seemed to be having a beautiful dream. Like a lotus emerging from water, the unique, subtle beauty of an Eastern woman was displayed perfectly with a faint smile.
"Senior Brother... I like..."
She murmured in her sleep. While Irelia was lost in whatever wonderful dreamscape she inhabited, less than twenty centimeters away, Faen thrust his hips forward under Riven's guidance.
A small amount of blood flowed, staining the sheets like scattered red plum blossoms. Aside from a faint moan at the initial moment of penetration, the warrior Riven's entire nervous system was swallowed by ultimate bliss. Though it was her first time, her body was incredibly passionate, as if it had been rehearsing for this day for a long time. Inside the bud, layers upon layers of petals scrambled to wrap around the rod; the incredible tightness made Faen let out a satisfied grunt.
The next morning, Irelia woke up in a daze and let out a long stretch. As her beautiful body fully extended, the bones and muscles that had been jarred by the saddle all day yesterday let out a series of clicks and pops.
Even for Irelia, this rest had been a pure luxury. The journey had left her feeling like her little buttocks were being shaken apart, and her whole body was sore. But now, after a night of sleep, her flesh and bones were fully recovered, and her fatigue had vanished. The comfort of "sweet after the bitter" made her feel deeply relaxed.
In Irelia's eyes, this was surely thanks to her Senior Brother. After all, he had not only helped her stretch and relax yesterday, but he had also held her and told her stories until she fell asleep... just like after their evening lessons in the past.
Though she wasn't certain, Irelia felt that Faen's "techniques" were getting better and better. She didn't overthink it; while he was missing, she could only practice with her sisters. While the sisters might be slightly better at the fluid harmony of the dance, Faen's focus on practical combat gave him a much deeper understanding of muscle exertion, tension, and release—even Xynia occasionally consulted him.
After all, spiritual resonance helps one understand their own soul, but understanding another person's material flesh requires real, dedicated study.
Having grown used to the "green" techniques of her sisters, the return of her Senior Brother and his help in relaxing her after a long journey provided a massive boost to the experience.
However, Irelia soon realized something. She snapped her eyes open and saw Faen sitting right beside her, eyes closed in meditation—this immediately caused her face to flush with shame. Though she was young, she knew that a man and woman sharing a room alone would be scandalous if word got out. But as she was thinking this, the door to the room was pushed open.
Riven walked in from outside. Seeing that Irelia was awake, she raised an eyebrow and said, "Looks like you rested well? Come and have some breakfast."
"Oh! Okay!" Irelia had worried Riven might look at her strangely—after all, her Senior Brother was right there. But finding that Riven had no such thoughts, she breathed a secret sigh of relief. She quickly scrambled out of bed and, wearing slightly loose pajamas, moved to the table to obediently set three sets of bowls and chopsticks.
A moment later, Faen stood up, unhurriedly walked to the table, and took a sip of the white porridge Riven handed him.
Ionian rice truly nourishes a person.
Feeling the delicate, mild sweetness, a look of leisure appeared on Faen's brow.
Rice is naturally mild and sweet, possessing the property of tonifying the center and boosting qi. Under Ionia's lush environment, the food these farmers cultivated through resonance with nature spirits far surpassed anything from the outside world in terms of flavor, texture, and nutrition. It was no wonder Ionia was one of the regions Yordles frequented most.
The harmony and tranquility here were a complete contrast to the ever-shifting time and space of Bandle City. With material-world food that even Yordles praised, it was no surprise this place was a vacation resort in their minds.
While Faen was musing, Irelia stole a glance at him and said sheepishly, "Um, Senior Brother... listening to the stories yesterday was so comfortable that I accidentally fell asleep... I didn't disturb your rest, did I?"
"No disturbance," Faen replied, smacking his lips before adding, "Actually, your Sister Riven was much more 'laborious' than I was."
Hearing this, Riven's lips twitched, but she just lowered her head to drink her porridge without a word.
Though her mind had been a chaotic mess at the time, her memory was perfectly intact now—and Riven's character wouldn't allow her to lie to herself.
She clearly remembered that she was the one who had proactively guided Faen into her "flower house." At this point, she didn't want to say anything. She could only keep the lesson in mind and vow never to let something like that happen again...
Riven glanced at Irelia and shook her head, saying, "It was nothing, just a minor effort."
Hearing Riven's words, Irelia felt relieved—she was a girl who hated being a burden to others.
Well, except for Faen; he was her good Senior Brother and wouldn't find her troublesome.
After eating for a bit, Irelia asked cautiously, "Can I come here again in the future?"