Faen didn't waste any breath and immediately began to help her stretch.
As his broad, warm palms landed on her soft body, Irelia couldn't help but let out a series of rhythmic pants. A moment later, she climbed up from the bed and gave a vigorous stretch. Feeling her body come alive, she said with full motivation, "Oh! I feel totally revitalized! Senior Brother's technique is getting better and better."
Faen just smiled, not paying it much mind. While others might not be sure, Irelia had been training under his guidance ever since she joined Master Xynia. He had personally handled her daily stretching and relaxation; he knew the growth of her body at every age better than anyone.
After moving around, Irelia took a deep breath and looked at Faen. "Senior Brother, I'm ready."
Seeing the stubborn determination in her eyes, Faen nodded. He didn't deny her. After thinking for a moment, he extended a finger. Under Irelia's curious gaze, a drop of crystal-clear liquid appeared on his fingertip.
Meeting her questioning look, Faen didn't hide anything. He explained the many benefits of the Joy Factor, as well as its "side effects."
After hearing it, Irelia didn't hesitate for a second. She opened her small mouth and, with a soft "ah-wuh," took Faen's finger inside. Without him having to do anything, her delicate tongue wrapped around it, licking and sucking continuously. Faen could clearly feel the itch on his fingertip. Looking down, he saw Irelia's eyes brimming with visible joy and a hidden, deep affection.
"So there are no real side effects, then? And besides... Sister Riven is so close to you, does she also eat these fluids of yours?"
"She does. But how did you know?"
Faen looked at Irelia in surprise. If he remembered correctly, Riven was usually very restrained in front of Irelia. Because of Ionia's complex environment, Faen rarely engaged in the non-stop, high-frequency sex he enjoyed in the stress-free "starter zone" of the Twin Cities. During the day, he would hold back, only to find Riven at night for a brutal release.
Was it because Irelia slept nearby every time? No, that couldn't be it; under the soothing effects of the Joy Factor, Irelia's sleep was incredibly deep. Even after Riven accepted her role and fluids were accidentally splashed onto Irelia's face, the girl never reacted, and Riven would simply lick them off later.
"Because Sister Riven and Senior Brother are always together. And even though she looks cold, her body seems exceptionally happy every time she hears your commands."
Irelia didn't hide her observations, speaking with a giggle. "Others might not sense it, but I'm a dancer. Sister Riven might be able to hide it with her words, but the instinctive reactions of her body can't hide from me. She must really like you, Senior Brother, since you're so wonderful!"
"That's true." Faen nodded with total self-assurance. His slightly arrogant look made Irelia let out a string of bell-like laughter. After laughing, she proactively hugged Faen, wrapping her arms around his waist. Her exquisite face pressed against his firm chest, and as she felt that strong, steady heartbeat, she whispered:
"Don't worry, Irelia won't make things difficult for you... um, if there was someone who could teach me how to be more comfortable when staying with you, I would be a bit more relaxed too."
Initially, Faen didn't think much of her words, but then he caught a subtle implication. He looked down at Irelia, who was leaning against his chest, and asked suspiciously, "Irelia... what exactly do you think Riven is to me?"
"Eh?" Irelia blinked, then scratched her cheek sheepishly. "Just... you know... the kind of... bed-chamber servant girl who sleeps with you?"
Hearing her embarrassed tone, Faen understood why she thought that way. Although modern Ionia championed the equality of all spirits, ancient customs were still deeply rooted in this land that had known peace for millennia. This included concepts like "personal bed-warming maids" or "attendant concubines."
While many scholars and sages considered this pedantic and wrong, there were certainly those who enjoyed such arrangements. Since Ionians rarely traveled far from home, many villages in the remote mountains still preserved ancient customs—not to mention such "feudal dregs."
As a direct beneficiary, Faen could only say... feudalism is great! Dregs are delicious! To prevent these feudal dregs from poisoning the other people of Ionia, he had to know his enemy to defeat them! He had to thoroughly understand exactly how deep these dregs went, and then "reform" them completely.
Faen hated two types of people: those who were promiscuous and toyed with others' feelings, and those who prevented Faen from "communicating" his feelings with girls.
As a man of "pure love," he was determined to love them all, cherish them all, and never leave a single one out.
With these thoughts, Faen stroked the girl's smooth, silken black hair. "Alright, we can talk about that later. Right now, we have other things to do."
After handling various minor tasks, Faen and his group used the cover of night to quickly approach the Noxian offshore fleet. To be honest, there was nothing truly difficult about it. As an order based on the concept of ninjas, the Kinkou were exceptionally skilled in covert operations.
Slender silhouettes moved through the shadows at the edge of the light and within the visual blind spots of the guards. Akali, trained in night-fighting since childhood, was like a fish in water. Before the sentries could even notice a sign of passage, Akali had already appeared behind them, her kama blade slicing upward across their throats.
With Akali clearing the path ahead, the rest of the group—who were less proficient in stealth—were able to quickly enter the Noxian naval outpost.