This was not Irelia's first time entering the Spirit Realm.
In fact, when she first came into contact with her heirloom blades, she had already entered an illusionary realm under the guidance of her inheritance to undergo a trial.
However, the Spirit Realm she saw back then was entirely different from the one before her now. In the legacy domain of the heirloom blades, Irelia had witnessed the cruel battlefields of Ionia's ancient era, seeing shattered giants and a segmented world under the control of her ancestor, the Divine Sword Dancer.
But this time, Irelia was quite surprised.
What met her eyes was a Spirit Realm that looked like a vibrant, lush little island.
At first, feeling as though she had stepped into an entirely new world, Irelia felt an unprecedented sense of bewilderment.
But soon, she spotted a small house not far away.
Although it was her first time seeing it, she could sense her Senior Brother's aura circulating around it.
Running over excitedly, Irelia originally intended to push the door open directly, just as she always did.
But as she got close, she heard intense panting and the sound of heavy bodily impacts coming from inside.
Realizing what this meant, she abruptly stopped in her tracks.
A moment later, a look of shocked uncertainty crossed her face.
After hesitating briefly, she crept over to the window and secretly peeked inside.
Upon seeing the scene inside the room, Irelia's eyes instinctively widened.
First was Riven.
Irelia didn't dislike Riven; in fact, she liked her quite a bit.
As her Senior Brother's bodyguard, while Riven's exact power level was debatable, her exquisite combat skills and decisive style had always deeply attracted Irelia.
Even now, in this era of war, few Ionians possessed Riven's acute instincts for the battlefield.
Especially when her Senior Brother sank into the Dreaming Pool and couldn't personally take to the battlefield, Riven—though not the absolute strongest among them—became their undisputed commander-in-chief.
Every time, she accurately predicted the Noxians' attack routes, allowing Kalan, Irelia, and the others to focus entirely on fighting without needing to distract themselves by observing the overall macro-situation of the battlefield.
This was one of the misconceptions people had about Riven.
Because she previously served as a Sword-Captain in the Noxian warbands, leading charges and breaking enemy lines, it seemed as though she didn't need to think much—just remember how to defeat the enemy.
But in reality, the better a warrior is, the more outstanding their on-the-spot reactions must be to capture every fleeting opportunity.
Her military career in Noxus also gave Riven a much clearer understanding of the Noxian legions' combat styles than ordinary people—especially when their command structure lost its officers and other sergeants had to take over giving orders.
And now, this female warrior—who was so calm, intelligent, and unhurried as she explained how the Noxians would attack, and who fearlessly charged into the battlefield wielding her greatsword to reap enemies once the fighting began—was currently completely sprawled out beneath her Senior Brother.
Riven's physique and posture were different from every Ionian Irelia had ever met.
As a warrior, Riven didn't have a massive bone structure, but her muscle definition was much clearer.
She radiated strength, fitness, and health without appearing overly bulky or massive. It was a healthy beauty brimming with vitality.
Yet, the body of such a fierce female warrior was now completely submitting beneath her Senior Brother.
A pair of toned, slender legs were spread wide.
Her plump, meaty ass was completely different from the perky, round buttocks of a dancer; Riven's ass was much meatier and fuller.
With every one of Faen's thrusts, while it didn't jiggle like jelly the way Caitlyn's or Zeri's did, it rippled with far more pronounced waves of flesh.
Her thicker layer of fat compared to Zeri and the others also indicated that, as a warrior, Riven's endurance and stamina were far superior.
Unfortunately, facing Faen, Riven's superiority only served to add visual pleasure to the scene.
In Irelia's memory, Riven's calm, resolute, decisive, and heroic warrior demeanor seemed to have completely vanished.
Pinned beneath her Senior Brother, she instead revealed a depraved, lustful expression that made Irelia feel incredibly ashamed just looking at it.
Her rolled-up eyes were filled with messy, wild love.
Being roughly pinned to the bed by the normally gentle Faen, every time that thick, scorching, hideous cock thrust into her, Irelia could clearly see from the side how Riven's belly was pushed up into a distinct bulge.
It looked like it should be painful, but Riven's expression showed no rejection whatsoever.
Instead, with every deep penetration, her limbs and body trembled violently.
Even her flower valley, stretched to its absolute limit by that monstrous meat, squirted streams of juice from the gaps.
It was as if a juicy berry was hidden inside her body, being ruthlessly squeezed dry by her Senior Brother.
And her Senior Brother?
In Irelia's impression, her Senior Brother was always gentle and mild.
He would massage her muscles and bones when she was tired, stretch her sore flesh, and relieve the joint pain caused by incorrect dancing postures.
When she first arrived at the sanctuary and was homesick, he would tell her stories at night to coax her to sleep...
But now, watching this rough user... No, it wasn't rough.
Suddenly, Irelia realized she might have misunderstood her Senior Brother.
Although he was fucking Riven's body with intense dedication, his expression was only filled with seriousness and focus.
He didn't have the same hazy, crazed infatuation and lustful love that Sister Riven displayed.
Speaking of which... she had actually noticed something before.
Every time she woke up in the morning, the scent of her Senior Brother on Sister Riven's body was always exceptionally strong, making one involuntarily want to get closer to her.
Sometimes, she could even see thick white porridge lingering around her mouth.
She was already a grown woman.
Before, Irelia just hadn't thought in that direction, so she hadn't realized it.
But now, witnessing such a scene, Irelia's breathing gradually grew ragged.
Right at that moment, Faen inside the room began to speed up, and Riven's panting and soft moans escalated into outright, shameless screaming.
Listening to her Senior Brother's grunts and Riven's lewd cries, watching them copulate, and feeling the emotional resonance spreading through the Spirit Realm, Irelia couldn't help but swallow hard.
She subconsciously squeezed her legs together tightly, feeling an uncontrollable wetness flowing and spreading out from between her thighs.