"Meet me?" Hearing Irelia's words, Faen blinked in surprise. He fell into thought while enjoying Riven's proactive grinding beneath him.
After a moment, Faen nodded and said, "Of course I have no problem with it, but why does Grandmother Xan want to see me? Is there a specific reason? I'd like to be prepared."
Grandmother Xan, Irelia's biological grandmother, was a world-renowned dance master in Ionia. For unknown reasons, she wasn't as famous as Xynia and rarely performed. Even her descendants, including Irelia's parents, had stopped studying the Xan family's unique rhythms at her request and turned to other styles like War Dance or Silk Dance.
Hearing Faen's inquiry, Irelia didn't harbor any suspicion. She said with a giggle, "Because when you left Ionia, I went home to visit. Grandmother said my dancing had acquired some ancient rhythms and asked when I realized them. I told her you had been guiding me, and shortly after, she asked if she could meet you."
A look of regret appeared on Irelia's face. "It's a pity you were swept away by the waves back then, so it had to be put on hold. But now that you're back, it shouldn't be an issue anymore!"
"Hard to say," Faen replied, though he held little hope. His expression was complex and enigmatic.
Afterward, Irelia excitedly asked to hear stories about Faen's time abroad. Faen unhurriedly recounted his experiences. From his perspective, most people would think he had done a great job in the Twin Cities. In comparison, the "interludes" involving Zeri, Jinx, or Caitlyn were merely private matters that no one cared about compared to his achievements.
After all, the women involved hadn't complained.
Listening to her Senior Brother's stories, Irelia's expressions shifted between excitement, sadness, and anger. As an innocent girl born into a noble Ionian family, her childhood had been as perfect as a fairy tale. She had grown up with a level of happiness that people in Zaun could never imagine.
Good birth, good character, good environment, good atmosphere, and good people... for most of Runeterra, this was a dreamlike fantasy.
Under these circumstances, the plight of Zaun, combined with Faen's rhythmic storytelling, proved exceptionally captivating for Irelia. However, she was still a young girl, and after a full day of riding—which is exhausting work—her delicate buttocks were sore from the saddle. Now that she could finally rest, drowsiness soon overtook her. She instinctively curled into Faen's embrace, muttering, "Senior Brother, rub me."
Faen nodded. While continuing the story, he helped Irelia relax her muscles and circulation. Though she hadn't yet adjusted her body to be as "ripe" as LeBlanc's, the firm beauty of a green peach had its own charm. As the power of the Joy Factor seeped into her through skin contact, her flesh and blood began to relax rapidly, relieving the day's travel fatigue.
Before long, Irelia fell into a peaceful slumber in Faen's arms, letting out quiet, steady snores.
Hearing the faint snoring, Faen shook his head with a sigh—Irelia didn't normally snore. Snoring is essentially a respiratory symptom caused by the vibration of the soft palate and tongue root in a narrowed airway during sleep. Irelia was perfectly healthy; her snoring only proved how truly exhausted she was.
Thinking this, Faen reached out and put a few drops of the Joy Factor into the girl's mouth, spreading them evenly. He didn't add any extra ingredients; even the dosage was restrained. Its primary function was to help recover energy and induce deep sleep, acting like a mix of melatonin and a vitamin energy bar.
Once he was sure Irelia was fast asleep, Faen moved the table in front of him, revealing Riven. She was currently on the floor like a dog, her upper body pressed against the ground while her buttocks were hoisted high, rocking back and forth along his meat rod.
Her eyes were filled with watery mist. The act of forcibly suppressing her voice caused her muscles to contract further, making her even more sensitive. Given the sheer scale of the rod, Riven could clearly feel the thick, hard tendons throbbing with surging blood as they scraped against her internal walls with every thrust. Despite her mounting desire, Faen remained motionless, and Riven didn't dare speed up for fear of making a sound.
All these factors combined to shatter Riven's remaining rationality under the waves of lust.
Standing up and withdrawing the object from Riven's body, Faen carefully placed Irelia on the bed. He then moved to stand before Riven, who was sitting numbly on the floor. He lightly scraped his scorching rod against the female warrior's face, saying gently, "I didn't expect Irelia to show up suddenly. I made you wait so long... your body must be bursting, right? Come, let's begin."
Hearing Faen's words, Riven looked up in a daze. Feeling the object scraping against her face, intense desire breached the dam of her logic. Her heart held nothing but a craving for release. She was thrown onto the bed like a doll. Although she was only inches away from Irelia, she didn't have to worry about the girl waking up due to the Joy Factor-induced deep sleep.
In the past, even if Irelia was asleep, Riven would have felt shame. But now, Riven didn't even cast a glance at the girl beside her. She simply lay there, staring blankly as Faen pressed his weight onto her.
As Faen mounted her and readied his spear, Riven began to lose all control, feeling that this level of pleasure was nowhere near enough to satisfy her staggering hunger.