As the garments fell to the floor, Caitlyn revealed what lay beneath. There were no superfluous adornments; just a pre-selected set of lace lingerie, silk stockings, and high heels. The tight fabric clung to her curves, the delicate stitching resting on her smooth skin, perfectly accentuating the Enforcer's tall, statuesque figure.
Even at this moment, Caitlyn's face showed little tension or awkwardness. Meeting Faen's gaze, she simply said calmly, "I am ready..."
Hearing this, Faen didn't speak. He merely watched silently, appreciating Caitlyn's careful preparation.
It was evident that although Caitlyn had come with the purpose of satisfying her body's cravings, and had dressed accordingly, she was still fundamentally a rather conservative girl. The lingerie was sexy and exquisite, but not overly revealing. It relied more on perfect tailoring to highlight her excellent figure.
However, this was only Caitlyn's initial mindset. Because during the walk here, the seemingly calm Caitlyn had actually been continuously suppressing the throbbing in her heart. This was evident from her already soaked panties. Thanks to the clinging material, Faen could clearly see the flower petals that were thoroughly drenched and slightly parted, as well as the "nutmeg" quietly swelling with blood beneath the fabric.
Meeting Faen's gaze, Caitlyn didn't rush him. She simply spread her legs quietly, letting Faen see more clearly, using her actions to express her answer.
This made Faen nod in satisfaction, while also causing his "baguette" to raise its head. Watching that magnificent gift—which had previously been resting between Faen's legs—begin to awaken, Caitlyn couldn't help but swallow hard.
After being developed and experiencing continuous cravings, the current Caitlyn was exceptionally sensitive to anything involving Faen. As her physical dependency continuously activated, just seeing that proudly erect gift made Caitlyn feel a reminiscent, metallic-sweet taste at the root of her tongue. Her nasal cavity began to fill with the scent of masculine hormones, and her body gradually activated, slipping deeper into the zone.
What was originally just dampness and soaking had now progressed. At the edge of the panties—which clung to her body and perfectly outlined her camel toe—a visible, viscous thread of water hung from her W-shaped flower house between her legs.
Seeing this, Faen nodded, then beckoned, gesturing that Caitlyn could begin.
This made Caitlyn swallow involuntarily. As she walked toward Faen, she quietly clenched her fists.
Calm down. I must be calm, I must be composed... I am once again willingly offering my body to Faen. Even if this means I've passed the point of no return, I must remember: my name is Caitlyn. I am the heir to House Kiramman, and the Chief of the Piltover Wardens.
My eagerness for quick success led to this loss of control. So, no matter what, I cannot lose any more. Even if I have completely become Faen's property, I cannot be like Seraphine or Zeri, who not only show no dissatisfaction when humiliated by Faen, but actually enjoy it. That kind of thing—abandoning even the dignity of being human to become nothing more than a breeding bag for Faen to use at will—must never happen to me!
However, when Caitlyn truly arrived before Faen, he gave her absolutely no chance to maintain her pride. He didn't even stand up. With a casual tug, those expensive lace panties tore into pieces with the sound of ripping silk.
"Dignity? Your slutty little hole dripping with love juices says otherwise."
Faen sneered. He grabbed Caitlyn by the hair, forcing her to turn around and kneel before the chair in an extremely humiliating posture. Before she could react, that thick, scalding purplish-red giant object ruthlessly pushed apart her wet, soft flower lips—which were already red, swollen, and out-turned from excessive craving—and drove straight to the core with a heavy thrust!
"Ah—! Too... it's too deep... it went all the way in!"
With just a moment of impalement, all the mental defenses Caitlyn had just built up collapsed completely in the face of absolute bliss. That domineering meat rod directly forced open her cervix. The extreme sense of aching fullness and the endless stream of the Joy Factor instantly drowned her rationality. Her long, firm legs immediately went soft, forcing her to support herself on the ground with her hands like a female dog in heat.
"Move, good girl." Faen maliciously slapped her perky, snow-white buttocks, leaving two glaring red handprints.
She didn't need any further commands. Enslaved by the Mark of Pleasure, Caitlyn's originally aloof and dignified face was now completely covered in a lewd flush. Her eyes rolled back, her fragrant tongue hanging slightly out. Not only did she proactively hike up her snow-white buttocks—now covered in finger marks—she even greedily contracted her vaginal walls, trying to swallow that terrifying medicine pestle even deeper. Accompanied by Faen's brutal pile-driving, massive amounts of love juices sprayed onto the floor like raindrops. The "squelch-smack" sounds of flesh colliding echoed through the spacious room, and the voice in her throat—which should have been used to issue commands—was now reduced to the sticky, begging whines of a bitch in heat.
"Hohohohoho♥♥♥♥♥~~"
Looking at Caitlyn—who had previously worn a tense, awkward, uneasy, and solemn expression—now wagging her waist frantically with her back to Faen like a little dog, and watching her lower abdomen bulge and flatten with every thrust, even Jinx couldn't help but bare her teeth.
Fluids splashed. Caitlyn's flower house might not match Zeri's in terms of instantaneous explosive power, nor was it as soft and juicy as Seraphine's, but it was incredibly tight. This allowed Faen, with every entry and exit, to clearly see the internal soft flesh being dragged out as it clung tightly to the baguette. Although she didn't seem as if she would pull her entire flower house out when reaching a climax like Zeri, nor did she drag out massive amounts of juice with every thrust like Seraphine, she still brought Faen a uniquely wonderful experience.
This made Jinx feel somewhat restless. Instinct told her that she should look away right now. Although Jinx had acted very casual when negotiating the deal with Faen—seemingly treating her own life as worthless, as if Faen could play with her however he wanted as long as he agreed to help her—the reality was not like that.
Seeing, hearing, and even feeling the occasional droplets splashing onto her from the impacts, Jinx could clearly feel the side effects of constantly ingesting Faen's Joy Factor being triggered.
If it were in the past, Jinx would absolutely have patted her butt and left on the spot. But the problem was that Jinx had just been asking Faen about Vi and Vander. She hadn't gotten a clear answer yet, nor did she know what she needed to do next. Information regarding her family was like a hook firmly lodged in the Loose Cannon's heart. Although her body was showing obvious signs of discomfort—even her spicy hot pants were showing slight wetness—Jinx still stood to the side, scratching her head with a conflicted face, waiting restlessly.
Seeing this, Faen said with a touch of teasing, "In a sense, you and Vi are both tomboys."
"What tomboy? What are you talking about?"
Saying this, Jinx glanced at Faen, only to see that while chatting with her, his movements hadn't stopped at all. Especially when Jinx's gaze shifted over, he drove the medicine pestle heavily into Caitlyn's perky buttocks, causing Caitlyn—who was already struggling to support herself on her hands and knees like a dog—to nearly lose all strength and collapse flat.
Although she knew Faen did this on purpose, Jinx still couldn't help but look away and say, "I don't understand what you're talking about!"
"I'm talking about your and Vi's personalities. Vi uses toughness to hide her weakness, and you use madness as a disguise. But in reality, there's no difference between the two of you; you're both tomboys. You look carefree and unbridled, but inside, you're more sensitive than anyone. You'll remember a single sentence or a single event for a long time. It's just that compared to Vi, you hide it better, and... you act more like a little girl~"