Just as Riven was hitting her stride, a voice suddenly drifted from outside the tent.
"Senior Brother, are you there? It's Irelia. Can I come in?"
Hearing the girl's voice, Riven—who had already lost herself to the pleasure—shuddered violently. She shot a look of panic at Faen.
Just as Riven feared, even though Irelia was about to enter, Faen had no intention of stopping. He simply called out: "Come in."
"Alright!" Hearing his permission, Irelia excitedly opened the tent flap.
Her impression of Faen was still based on the man she knew months ago. The moment she stepped inside and saw the massive interior space, her eyes widened. She stepped back out to look at the tent, then back in. After repeating this several times and confirming that the inside was indeed much larger than the outside, she exclaimed in shock:
"How is it different inside and out?"
"A method of masterfully handling the Spirit Realm," Faen replied, a gentle smile on his face as he sat behind a table.
Beneath that table, her head buried between Faen's thighs, Riven was desperately suppressing her physical urges, serving him in total silence.
Irelia nodded as if she understood, then skipped over to the other side of the table, looking curiously at the maps laid out. "What is Senior Brother doing? I've been waiting for you for so long!"
"Ah, preparing for the trip to Fae'lor," Faen said, pointing to the map. "Speaking of which, Irelia, do you know the story of Syndra?"
"Syndra? Of course!" Irelia nodded, then said with a sigh, "My grandmother has been telling me the story of Syndra since I was little—how if a person cannot find true inner peace and balance, it leads to disaster. Their power goes out of control, causing the spirits of all things to suffer and perish... and so on."
Faen wasn't surprised that she knew the story. While few knew the real Syndra, her legend was widespread in northern Navori. In those stories, Syndra was a cautionary tale for children about the consequences of losing control and the terrifying price of imbalance.
Thinking of this, Faen nodded thoughtfully.
In his memory, after Syndra was sealed in the Dreaming Pool, her spirit remained trapped in a loop of her past—specifically, the memories of being rejected and isolated by her peers in childhood.
To wake Syndra safely and have her reconcile with her own "Dark Sovereign" power... well, literally speaking, perhaps the "Joy" represented by Ashlesh could stain and transform the darkness in her heart?
The problem was that the darkness had already become a part of her. If Ashlesh himself were here, it might be one thing, but Faen was not yet Ashlesh. He could manipulate the Joy Factor and stain others, but Syndra's "stats" were not something an ordinary person could match.
On paper, a Syndra who had fully unleashed her dark power could crush the Twin Cities with a single hand.
With those thoughts, Faen shifted his hips slightly.
Under the table, Riven felt the movement and realized what he wanted. She had no way to refuse. She took a deep breath, quietly turned her body, and hoisted her buttocks high into the air. She reached out to guide his rod, aligning it before laboriously backing onto it to take him into her body.
Normally, the sensations from the rear were not as intense as the front. But after her recent training, Riven could feel her gluteal muscles tightening and relaxing rhythmically just from the initial penetration. The internal passage seemed to spasm in a series of contractions.
Lately, Riven had consumed nothing but a little water; her entire nutritional intake came from Faen's "nutritional fluids." A single injection of this high-quality essence was enough to sustain a day of high-intensity activity, while simultaneously increasing her strength and physical constitution.
Riven suspected Faen did this specifically so he could use her body more "leisurely."
Just like now—he never had to worry about whether her passage was clean. Both her stomach and her bowels had contained almost nothing but Faen's "milk" for quite some time.
Hunched under the table, Riven prepared herself for the impact of his thrusts. But the sensation didn't come. Is it because of his junior sister? she wondered.
She immediately dismissed the thought. Riven knew very well that if Faen wanted to, he could turn her into a sow lost in the heights of carnal bliss right in front of Irelia, and the girl would never notice.
He was training her. He was testing her.
Thinking this, Riven gritted her teeth. She lifted her perky buttocks a few inches higher and then dropped down heavily, taking the full length of him.
Despite her internal resistance, the moment she fell onto him, the expression on her face shattered into one of total pleasure. Sensing Riven's proactive move, Faen nodded in satisfaction and leaned back in his chair, beginning to enjoy himself.
Seeing Faen looking so relaxed, Irelia skipped over to his side and, with a small jump, straddled his lap.
Seeing Irelia being so proactive, Faen raised an eyebrow. He quickly reached out with both hands to support her buttocks—if she had actually sat down fully, she would have landed right on Riven's ass.
Feeling Faen's hands cupping her buttocks, Irelia didn't mind in the slightest. After all, when she first joined Master Xynia, it was Faen who helped her with bone-setting and stretching after her exercises. As she grew older, the frequency of such contact had decreased.
Now that Faen was holding her again, a familiar sense of security filled her heart. She looked at him excitedly and said, "Senior Brother, you remember our promise, right?"
"Promise?" Faen searched his memory for a moment. "You mean... visiting your family?"
"Mhm!" Irelia nodded happily. "I told Grandmother about your understanding of the War Spirit, and I asked her about the Silk Dance techniques. She was very surprised—happy, even! She wants to meet you!"