Following LeBlanc into the dressing room, a long while later...
Walking out of the dressing room with a face full of shame and indignation, Riven clenched her fists tightly: "Where... where have you ever seen a guard wear this kind of outfit into battle?!"
Entering their vision, Riven still kept her short, silver-gray hair. But aside from her hair, which hadn't changed much—only that instead of being casually tied up with a string, it was now held in place by a hair claw—her style of dress had undergone a complete transformation.
The armor on her body had been entirely removed. After taking off the Noxian-style black steel armor, the clothes that reappeared on Riven had changed into a sexy, black, low-cut, backless outfit. The backless outfit itself didn't have any flashy embellishments; it simply clung tightly to Riven's inherently excellent body curves.
When she was wearing armor earlier, it wasn't very noticeable, but now, changed into this black, form-fitting, low-cut backless outfit, Riven's already outstanding curves—under the effect of the clothing—gathered a soft fullness at her front, forming a deep cleavage. Large expanses of snow-white, tender skin became even more eye-catching under the black attire. With a bunny ear headband on her head, her alluring v-lines reflected a tempting arc under the black outfit, and a leather carrot belt added a slight element of cuteness to this female warrior.
A tail ornament hung on her perky buttocks. Paired with high heels and stockings, just as she walked out of the dressing room, Faen could clearly see that fluffy bunny tail swaying and bouncing along with her perky rear with every step.
If these decorations only made Riven look like her classic "Battle Bunny" skin, then under LeBlanc's whimsical imagination, the fabric on Riven's abdomen had been specifically reduced to a single layer, presenting a silky, gauze-like texture. Through those clearly defined v-lines, Faen could even clearly see the mark engraved into her womb—located on the lower abdomen of this female warrior, close to the mons pubis—visible through her skin. Accompanied by the unique swaying posture when walking in high heels, it was as if she were silently announcing that her body was completely prepared for her Master.
Looking at Riven's slender figure, and especially the shyness on the female warrior's face, Faen couldn't help but whistle. He then looked at LeBlanc beside him with a face full of approval and said, "A perfect match! The merits of Riven's body are displayed to the fullest! The heroic spirit of a warrior and the liveliness of a bunny girl are perfectly combined. Honestly, even without your spellcasting abilities, your aesthetic sense alone is definitely enough for you to become a star designer in Piltover!"
"Being a star designer isn't exactly my ideal~" Hearing this, LeBlanc let out a series of bell-like, light chuckles. She then added with a face full of soft seductiveness, "Besides, if it weren't to please my Master, I wouldn't have the spare time to think about such things."
"My god," Faen said, his face full of a sighing appreciation. "I almost feel fortunate to have chosen you. This feeling of not having to worry about anything and having everything arranged properly is too addicting."
"There are many of me, but the only Master who can truly make me come alive is you." Hearing this, LeBlanc also swayed her figure, the two soft mounds on her chest sending out several tempting waves. "Furthermore, the Joy Master bestows upon me... the delight that arises along with that moving pain, even now, makes my flower house tremble."
While speaking, LeBlanc also looked at Faen with a face brimming with love.
There was deliberate flattery in this, because only Faen could allow LeBlanc to continue existing, to continue living, and to possess the opportunity for revenge, or even to become the original body. But beyond that, there was also a stirring of emotion that LeBlanc was unwilling to admit.
Knowing that Faen could read her mind, LeBlanc didn't hide it either. So, under Riven's look of disbelief, she pressed her delicate body against Faen's robust frame. The pair of "doves" on her chest wrapped around Faen's arm, while her hands guided Faen's hand to tease her own petals, which were already stained with morning dew. She continuously swayed her waist, rubbing Faen's arm until it was covered in clearly visible wet marks.
Faen's rough fingertips ruthlessly dug and scraped into that muddy mess. Just the churning of two fingers brought out lewd "squish-squelch" watery sounds from LeBlanc's fully ripened flower house.
"Ngh... ah-ha! Yes, right there... Master, harder..."
A sweet, stringy moan of surrender escaped LeBlanc's throat, her dark golden eyes instantly dilating into dazed heart shapes. Under the stimulation of the "Mark of Pleasure," she wasn't even satisfied with the soothing of fingers. That slender waist, held in Faen's embrace, twisted frantically, her plump buttocks proactively meeting the friction of Faen's thigh. Under Riven's disbelieving gaze, this once-proud Noxian witch directly lifted the hem of her already pitifully short robes, exposing her red, swollen, and out-turned private parts—which were continuously weeping transparent white paste—without any concealment in broad daylight.
Faen let out a cold laugh and undid his trousers. That purplish-red "baguette," which stood ferociously erect having sensed the lust, instantly sprang out, slapping heavily against LeBlanc's snow-white thigh. Not only did LeBlanc feel no shame, she actually let out a scream of excitement. Like a female dog in heat, she couldn't wait to turn around, stick out her towering snowy buttocks, and sit down hard on that massive glans.
"Ahhh—! It's in... Master's giant object is filling my whole belly!"
With a fleshy squelch, the scorching medicine pestle directly pierced through the layers of soft flesh, going straight to the hilt and slamming heavily against the deepest part of her womb. LeBlanc's eyes rolled back, her delicate body convulsing violently under Faen's fierce chastisement, that pair of plump "doves" slapping wildly up and down with the "smack-smack" sounds of collision. Massive amounts of love juices, mixed with Faen's leftover essence from before, sprayed out from the crevice of their union, soaking a large patch of the expensive carpet in the High-tower Manor. The entire room was instantly filled with a thick, suffocating scent of musk and sweet blood.
"Especially after Master's 'development' during this period." Stretching her head to Faen's ear, LeBlanc affectionately and lightly ground her teeth against Faen's earlobe, panting hot air as she said, "Now, just looking at Master, I can feel the mark on my body heating up, burning. And I find it increasingly unbearable to endure the emptiness in my body. Whenever the nutrients in my flower house are digested and exhausted, the flower house and soft flesh unconsciously contract, writhe, urging me to seek out Master... to beg for help."
As she spoke, a tremor and arousal unconsciously entered LeBlanc's voice. Clearly, this wasn't just a mental mark, but also an instinctual craving of the body—although spirit and flesh are independent of each other, they also influence one another.
Especially for LeBlanc, the mental contract and physical anchoring all originated from Faen's mark. This meant that no matter how much LeBlanc reminded herself that what Faen needed was a capable assistant, not a breeding bag for venting lust, whenever she felt her lower abdomen's flower house empty, she would still uncontrollably reveal an almost slutty, dazed expression due to intense craving.
Especially when alone with Faen, or when surrounded by girls similar to herself, even LeBlanc couldn't convince herself to overcome the craving produced by the synergistic resonance of mind and body.
Looking at the huge contrast in LeBlanc before and after, Riven's face, even now, remained full of bewilderment and confusion. Those eyes, which were always filled with an exuberant will to fight as if burning with raging fire, were now full of haze, as if she couldn't process what had just happened.
Weren't... weren't we just talking about my outfit?
Right... right, clothes. I need to have a serious talk with them about the clothes. I am a warrior, how can I wear an outfit like some lowly plaything?
But just as Riven was preparing to have a serious talk with Faen and LeBlanc, suddenly, a series of shouts came from the side.
"Mr. Faen! Are you here?! Mr. Faen!"
Following the voice and looking toward a nearby window, entering Riven's view was a pink-haired girl in the courtyard, looking left and right, searching for traces of Faen. Although it was only a glance, Riven quickly recognized this person as Seraphine—according to what Ambessa had said, a Piltover girl with special talents worth paying attention to.