Hearing Faen's words, the Vastaya nearby looked hesitant and suspicious. Ultimately, the first to react was Xayah, who was hanging from Faen's hand.
Dangling upside down from Faen's grip, Xayah used her hands to hold down her skirt. After glancing at the mark on the back of Faen's hand, she said, "Don't worry about me. You guys just go back and report to the elders. Leave this to me."
Hearing Xayah say this, the Vastaya nearby hesitated no longer. They nodded, turned, and left.
Perhaps because they resembled birds, these Vastaya moved exceptionally fast through the forest. Although they couldn't soar like true birds, their clawed lower limbs allowed them to move nimbly among the branches of towering trees. In mere moments, their bounding figures vanished deep into the dense forest. After this, Faen turned his gaze to Xayah beside him and said peacefully:
"Not bad, adjusting your mindset so quickly." Hearing this, Xayah merely sneered coldly and replied, "They've already left, so just do whatever you want to do quickly."
It was obvious that although she claimed she would stay behind, Xayah had actually prepared for the possibility that Faen was not a good person. She used this opportunity to let her kin evacuate while staying behind to cover their retreat.
To this, Faen simply shook his head and tossed Xayah onto the ground nearby. As a Vastaya, Xayah's physical agility went without saying. Before she even hit the ground, she executed a series of movements to adjust her center of gravity, landing squarely on her feet and regaining her stance.
Faen wasn't in a hurry. He merely waved his hand, and a layer of water mist—seemingly thin but actually obscuring vision into a blurry mass of colors—appeared around them.
Separated by the water mist, Faen slowly exhaled a breath of cloudy air. He then casually patted Sona's ass.
"Why so tense? I can barely pull it out."
Hearing Faen's words transmitted through melody magic, Sona merely pursed her lips and didn't speak—even in the Spirit Realm, she only let out shy, muffled hums without transmitting any words. Although Sona looked calm, in reality, the moment Xayah launched her surprise attack, she had completely tensed up. Her insides wrapped tightly around the "baguette" ring by ring. It was warm, yet it generated an astonishing suction force, much like a small mouth. Completely different from her soft exterior, she possessed an incredibly sensitive interior.
Case in point, Faen merely gave it two light pats, and Sona's plump, fleshy, perky ass twitched in a continuous series of spasms. Even without Faen making any movement, the sheer trembling of her body alone caused her to shake out rings of alluring flesh waves. Seeing this, Faen thrust entirely into her deepest depths. While reaching into the young girl's cleavage to roughly knead her breasts, he said softly, "Good girl. I'm going to deal with some official business. Remember to digest it properly, and don't forget to come to my room tonight."
As he spoke, Faen's scrotum contracted rapidly. Accompanied by squelching sounds, Sona could clearly feel her belly filling up with massive amounts of thick, sticky fluid. This feeling of being stuffed and pumped full filled Sona with an inexplicable sense of satisfaction and happiness. Experiencing this sensation for the first time, and not knowing how to express it, Sona bit her lip tightly, her eyes rolling back slightly as her entire body flushed a blissful pink.
He continued pumping cream into her for over half a minute. Once a slight, barely noticeable curve appeared on Sona's belly, Faen finally pulled out in satisfaction. Because it had stayed inside expanding her for a long time, the entrance was stretched to the point where it couldn't close in the short term, as if it had lost its elasticity. Fortunately, the current Faen had mastered a healing spell far more powerful than before, courtesy of Soraka's blessing. With a gentle wave of his hand, Sona's entire body returned to its original state, sealing all the massive, Joy Factor-rich "yogurt nutrient fluid" securely within her belly.
Once Sona absorbed this yogurt, her physiological functions would experience corresponding growth. As for the price, that would probably just be the massive amount of Joy Factor contained within. But having developed to this point, Sona likely wouldn't mind such things anymore.
Having finished dealing with all this, Faen prepared to dispel the surrounding water curtain. However, just as he raised his hand, Sona softly interrupted him from beside him.
"Um..."
Hearing Sona's melody transmitting through the Spirit Realm, Faen stopped his movements and put on a questioning look.
Feeling Faen's gaze, after a moment of silence, Sona pursed her lips. Through the melody magic, she timidly said, "It's... dirty down there. How about... I help you clean it up first?"
Hearing these words, Faen nodded happily. Sona gently dismounted the horse, then somewhat clumsily swallowed, licked, and sucked for a while. Once the "baguette" was clean as new, sucked dry from the inside out, every bulging vein gleaming clearly, its outline distinct, Sona—having taken a mouthful to the point where her cheeks bulged like little steamed buns—swallowed the remaining milk in the "straw" into her stomach. Like someone drunk, with a flushed face and glazed eyes, she stood up.
It was obvious that, although it was the first experience of her life—and her first experience with the back door at that—with the emotional shocks from Irelia, Seraphine, and the other girls, setting Sona's own mental state aside, her body had already been fully prepared by this intense, indirect "development."
Dispelling the water mist, Faen's clothes were also swapped for a fresh set—just to help provide some cover for Sona.
Standing in the clearing nearby, Xayah hadn't attempted to flee. Or rather, in Xayah's perception, not a single person in the surrounding group was weak. Especially after this man—who seemed to be the leader—tossed her away. She appeared to be free, but the woman standing behind her, wearing shoulder armor and carrying a greatsword on her back, had locked onto her aura almost instantly.
Although they hadn't crossed swords yet, Xayah could clearly sense the pressure emanating from the other party in her subconscious. Attempting to escape... a thirty percent chance? No, that's not right. Perhaps she didn't even have a twenty or ten percent chance.
Her Vastayan intuition and connection to natural magic both told Xayah that even in a one-on-one fight, the woman behind her held a comprehensive advantage. Not to mention there was also this man whose consciousness overrode natural magic...
Faen wasn't surprised by Xayah's reaction. After all, just as he had said before, not everyone could recognize the Mark of the Twin Dragons on the back of his hand.