Although she had been mentally preparing for a long time, when this day truly arrived, Zeri still found that all her preparations seemed completely useless.
In Faen's embrace, Zeri felt like a lone boat in a storm. The rough, scorching hard rod, like a red-hot iron, scraped against the soft, tender flesh, driving straight into the depths.
No matter how Zeri endured, the intense joy, accompanied by the extreme sensation, easily broke through her sensitive nerves like a tsunami.
The moment it was pulled out, the purplish-red glans dragged out a few strands of pink. Her eyes, always full of vitality and sunshine, widened. Staring at Faen's chest close at hand, Zeri only felt her mind swallowed by ecstasy.
Looking up slightly, Faen's Adam's apple, chin, and face came into view. Meeting Faen's gaze, Zeri's eyes were filled with indescribable ecstasy and bliss. Just as she opened her mouth, she couldn't help but let out a series of melodious cries like mating birds.
Although before starting, she thought about teaching Faen a lesson, riding on him to dominate, and letting Faen know she wasn't to be trifled with.
But having just tasted the meat, all Zeri could do was hug Faen in front of her as tightly as possible. Her lower body poured wildly, the pink petals outlining a thousand silver threads. Electric light radiated in the overflowing splash. Her trembling limbs grasped tightly, fearing that a moment of inattention would send her flying directly, letting the warm womb turn cold again.
Feeling Zeri gradually getting used to this state, Faen kissed the girl in his arms lightly, then under the girl's puzzled gaze, started the main course of the night.
Almost instantly, Zeri felt the gap between the appetizer and the main course.
It was like forcibly stuffing a ship completely into a train tunnel in a valley. The strong feeling of fullness made Zeri feel her whole body filled in this instant. Slight pain came from her nerves, but accompanied by the conversion of the joy factor, it formed purer joy and pleasure.
Intense stimulation entered her brain, and Zeri couldn't help letting out a cry. Her body trembled lightly, her breasts shook wildly. In just an instant, a large amount of nectar splashed out from the connected gap between her legs, pouring down like a torrent.
The intense sensation obviously exceeded the limit Zeri could bear now. Let alone her hair tips and eyebrows, even Zeri's moving body covered in a layer of fine sweat showed a faint electric light appearing and disappearing.
This weak electric current brought some surprising sensations to Faen, but apart from making Faen more excited and his movements more intense, it had no other use.
Instead, Zeri herself, affected by the arc sparks, had her blood flow accelerate again. As her body temperature rose, her muscles became tighter, making the skin all over her body more sensitive.
In one vigorous effort, the thick hard rod pounded the flower heart repeatedly. It made the girl cry out softly. In her haze, Zeri felt like a boneless sex doll in Faen's arms, only able to enjoy the fate of being played with in the waves of endless joy.
At this moment, the hard rod suddenly became even harder and slammed fiercely into the girl's flower house.
Following closely was a large amount of essence poured into it. A strong feeling of fullness came from a brand new place, making Zeri's body tremble and spasm uncontrollably like chaff.
Releasing perfectly for the first time in this world, even Faen couldn't help feeling relaxed and leisurely from the inside out at this moment.
Unfortunately, before Zeri could recover, Faen was ready for action again. With the hard rod extended, Zeri, who had long been tamed submissively by Faen, had no thought of resisting.
She immediately lay on the bed with her jade buttocks raised high, her long legs spread to both sides, her enticing small mouth opening and closing with her breathing, flowing out a warm stream.
Seeing the beauty willing, Faen took off his usual gentleness, a carefree smile appearing at the corner of his mouth. The ecstatic iron rod plunged in fiercely, and his rough large hand grabbed the full perky buttock and slapped it immediately.
The sudden slap startled Zeri into letting out a melodious wail, but her whole body trembled continuously. Toes curled inward, jade buttocks tensed round, flesh passage tightened, peach splashing juice.
Seeing Zeri's small mouth below sucking tighter because of this, Faen extended his large hands and slapped repeatedly, leaving shallow palm prints on the snow-white jade buttocks.
Feeling the girl's greed for pleasure and loss of focus, Faen directly lifted Zeri's legs and came to the full-length mirror, pounding the space between the M-shaped legs. The connected shameful part churned out a large amount of stringy white slurry with each in and out.
Looking up at herself in the mirror, how could Zeri recognize if the person in the mirror was her?
Snow-white melons flipped up and down, electric light flashing on the congested red beans, stimulating dripping transparent juice. Her delicate body shook; every time her lover behind her plunged into the flower heart, a clearly visible rod bulge propped up on her flat lower abdomen.
Between her legs, the pink tender bean was already red, swollen, and hard from continuous friction. The everted lower lips stuck to the black grass at the root of the rod, forming hundreds of constant silver threads.
There was no place on her body that wasn't joyful. There was no part of her soul that wasn't cheerful. Zeri felt her past few years were lived in vain. The cheers of her soul resonated with her body. Her uncontrolled face showed a depraved haze, her cute tongue half-sticking out, dripping crystal saliva.
Faen then pressed her onto the bed again, pressing his body on hers, grabbing the pair of breasts tightly. Abundant whiteness overflowed from his fingertips. The girl's mind immediately had nothing left but shaking her hips to receive pleasure. The already filled flower house ignored everything else, descending downwards following the body's instinct.
Almost the moment he re-entered, the small mouth below spat out countless crystal liquids, splashing all over the bedding.
Faen ignored it, thrusting repeatedly into the girl who was at her limit. As if adding frost to snow, the already overwhelmed girl's body twitched, limbs spasming. Obscene words came out of her mouth constantly, her eyes forcibly turned into hearts. Her flushed body sprayed fluids. Only today did she know how boring the pleasure she felt in the past few days was.
Another shot plunged in. Even with the joy factor reducing swelling and pain, Zeri's crotch was still red and swollen from continuous vigorous impacts and high-frequency friction. The insides of her long jade legs were congested. Lying on the bed, she couldn't even straighten them, but spread them to the sides like a bitch, letting the small mouth in the middle flow with nectar.
But still not satisfied, Faen came to the bedside, letting Zeri lie on the bed with her head hanging down, her perky chin and snow-white neck stretched straight. He raised the hard rod and then thrust wildly into it.
Her eyes hazy, the girl instinctively swallowed, which triggered Faen's beastly nature. Two meat balls like ping-pong balls beat against her charming face. The shame of being treated as a tool and the oncoming masculine scent caused the girl to spray out a few more trickles.
Having held back for a long time, now in high spirits, Faen grabbed a pair of snowy breasts and red beans with one hand, pulling lightly left and right. Even though her consciousness had long submerged in the sea of bliss, Zeri still couldn't help grabbing the bed sheet tightly.
One shot plunged in. Looking at the girl's depraved smile as if she was broken, Faen climbed onto the bed again, knocking on the back door that hadn't been fed tonight with the hard rod...
In contrast, on the other side—
Having listened to the communication between Jinx and Faen, Silco fell into a brief silence. In this not-so-long silence, Silco opened his eyes after a long time and looked at Jinx.
He didn't rush to ask about thoughts on Faen, or about the identity of the prophet. Because in Silco's view, these couldn't be confirmed through Jinx's one-sided words... or rather, even if Jinx confirmed it, since it concerned the entire Zaun, Silco had to re-verify it personally.
Thinking this, Silco just asked after a moment of silence, "So... he thinks I just took the wrong path, not a traitor... is that how he evaluated me?"
"Yes." Jinx leaned on the sofa nearby, her expression full of casualness.
"I knew you would pay attention to this sentence. Hmph hmph, after all, in the entire Zaun, this should be the most objective sentence—for you."
Hearing this, Silco didn't pay attention to Jinx's teasing but fell into a brief silence.
Regarding Faen calling himself a prophet, Silco held a skeptical attitude—others might be fine, but in a lawless place like Zaun where fish and dragons mixed, there were simply too many such charlatans. Let alone ordinary people, even some alchemists were mysterious and secretive, looking like they were high on Shimmer.
And in fact, it was true. In Silco's impression, a considerable number of alchemists were indeed Shimmer enthusiasts. Because they believed Shimmer could expand their perception and vision. And after getting high, they often muttered some meaningless academic terms. Dull and boring, without any nutrition.
But the problem was...
"Did he really say these words with a clear consciousness?"
"Should be." Jinx said while playing with her nails, "Although he can create those inexplicable joy factors, I tried it; that so-called joy factor doesn't have the ability to twist thinking. The so-called feeling of joy is just the desire felt during the invasion, the true self. Besides, is everything he said about the past between you and Vander true?"
Jinx looked at Silco. Silco nodded and said, "It's true."
Hearing this, Jinx pursed her lips, seemingly realizing something and stopped talking, falling into a long silence.
When uncertain before, Jinx could still tell herself not to think too much. But now, receiving Silco's own confirmation, Jinx inevitably generated many associations...
If it were in the past, Silco could still try to explain to Jinx or guide the emotions in Jinx's heart. But now, Silco's energy was completely focused on Faen—the future depicted by Faen was too tempting for Silco. Just thinking about it, Silco felt the current Zaun was a pile of garbage... well, no need to feel, because the fact was so.
"'Conflict between the greater good and the small family', 'alienation of power logic', 'tragedy of historical cycle'... Then, I became Vander."
Sitting behind the desk, Silco was silent, but his eyes were filled with throbbing emotions.
"He still has words unsaid, just like he didn't write everything he knows on the leaflet."
After a long silence, Silco opened his eyes: "Arrange it, Jinx. I need to meet him... Also, the girl beside him is indeed named 'Zeri', right?"
Hearing Silco's question, Jinx nodded boredly.
"What? You know her?"
"Don't know her, but I know her mother."
Recalling that woman who was strong enough to wrestle down a chem-tech beast, Silco shook his head: "A naive little girl like Zeri, only that guy could raise her in such an environment in Zaun... Really lucky, meeting such a trustworthy person as soon as he arrived in Zaun."
On the side, Sevika just watched Silco and Jinx quietly.
Although nominally Silco's subordinate, Sevika actually had her own manpower and held huge prestige among Silco's subordinates—Silco couldn't visit the battlefield personally due to his physical condition. And in Zaun... or in a world like Runeterra that revered heroes, the person leading the charge often gained significant prestige. Even if the victory of the war was due to the commander's excellent strategy, the hero who captured the flag and killed the general would receive a grand welcome from the people.
This is a common trait of humans, always longing for someone to save them when in trouble; it is authoritarianism and hero worship buried deep in human genes.
But as Silco's subordinate, Sevika didn't worship Silco.
Coming from the bottom of Zaun, Sevika knew better than anyone how harsh Zaun's environment was and how difficult people's survival was. Sevika knew very well she wasn't good at anything, and her wisdom was very limited. Precisely because of this, Sevika chose to join Silco's army, choosing to help Silco change Zaun...
But facts proved that in front of the objective gap between Zaun and Piltover, whether compromise or toughness, the result exchanged was the same... or even worse.
It was just that before this, no one in Zaun could come up with a better governance plan than Silco... Silco might have done bad things with good intentions, but at least he was struggling to support Zaun from becoming Piltover's back garden. But those Chem-Barons really would mercilessly cast Zaun aside as long as there was a chance to become new trade nobles.
But now...
Glancing at the thinking Silco, and then at Jinx whose face was uncertain and who knows what trouble she would cause again, Sevika felt pinning the hope of Zaun's future on this father and daughter was still too risky.
Thinking this, Sevika said simply, "I'll go find him."
"Hmm?" Silco and Jinx looked at Sevika. Sevika said with a normal expression:
"Jinx is too unstable, and your identity is too sensitive. I'll go to the district where they are hiding to make an appointment... I know where they are."