Hearing Faen's words, her face was still full of confusion.
But after a moment of silence, Irelia still stood up and, under Faen's watchful gaze, pursed her lips and began to dance gracefully.
At first, Irelia was a bit restrained and tense.
Because her nerves were stretched too tight, she could clearly feel Faen's gaze scanning her body back and forth.
Even though it was just a simple gaze, it still made Irelia incredibly nervous.
But slowly, as the dance went on, Irelia felt her body gradually adapting.
Not only did her limbs become more coordinated, but when she felt Faen's gaze, she no longer felt the initial stiffness and unease.
Instead, as her mind and body relaxed, she progressively began to crave even more of Faen's attention.
With these thoughts, Irelia's dance became increasingly relaxed and uninhibited, beginning to follow her heart's true desires.
Of course, this "true desire" didn't turn Irelia's dance into an utterly vulgar striptease devoid of aesthetic value.
Instead, it maintained its original harmony and grace.
She simply no longer felt ashamed of exposing her skin and sexual characteristics the way she did at the start, which had previously caused her to mess up her rhythm and tempo by trying to cover herself up.
Instead, she threw herself entirely into the dance, completely displaying all the beauty her body possessed.
Feeling the growing appreciation in Faen's gaze, Irelia's mind became more and more relaxed.
By the end of the dance, the intermittent trickle from the flower valley between her legs had turned into a steady, gushing stream, soaking her long, jade-like feet while simultaneously making the slightly parted petals between her legs look even more vivid and alluring.
Ending her dance, Irelia panted softly for a moment.
When she first started dancing, her mind was still filled with chaos; neither her spirit nor her posture possessed any melody or beauty.
But slowly, as her spirit immersed itself in the dance and within Faen's gaze, Irelia completely forgot about her so-called shame.
She devoted her entire being to the dance, displaying perfect harmony, melody, and beauty.
And now, with the dance over and her mind recovering from the trance, Irelia remembered that the current situation wasn't like the times in the past when her Senior Brother would assess her dancing.
Glancing at the puddles of wetness she had splattered all around during her performance, Irelia instinctively covered her glistening, dripping petals.
After hesitating for a moment, she cast a deeply wronged look at Faen.
"Senior Brother..."
Meeting Irelia's aggrieved gaze, Faen knew she was feeling indignant that he had played a trick on her by suddenly demanding a dance.
Irelia's capacity for resonance was extremely strong, and coupled with the unique nature of Faen's Spirit Realm, she had naturally and unconsciously thrown her whole heart into the dance.
Although this helped her mind recover somewhat from the shock of suddenly seeing Faen and Riven, as well as his copulation with Syndra, now that she had snapped back to reality and recalled exactly what she had seen—and what she had just done while dancing—the shame in her heart began to constantly spread and expand...
Looking at the young girl's resentful yet incredibly embarrassed and furious gaze, Faen didn't feel the least bit shy.
Instead, he stood up calmly from the ground and said, "I originally intended to wait until the war was over to slowly tell you about this, but I didn't expect you to suddenly discover it on your own...
I had no choice. I could only use the thing Irelia is most familiar with to help you recover your senses."
Looking gently at Irelia, Faen started walking toward the girl.
As Faen pulled his cock out of her body, Syndra—having just finished a round and still not fully recovered from the afterglow of her climax—shuddered as the monstrous meat scraped against the soft flesh of her inner walls.
Especially when the hideous, baguette-like cock was completely pulled out with a loud pop, massive globs of creamy cum immediately gushed out from within.
Syndra spasmed and convulsed as her soft flesh was scraped.
Her body, which had just begun to rest and recover, forcefully squeezed out quite a bit of sweet nectar along with the overflowing cream.
Before this, Syndra usually squirted her fluids out forcefully.
The fact that it was merely oozing out now showed just how exhausted she had truly been fucked into.
Or rather, how incredibly satisfied she was.
In fact, Faen could sense that after millennia of waiting in the Dreaming Pool, Syndra's mindset had become somewhat twisted by her endless yearning.
Although Syndra realized this and tried to control it, the truth was that the current Syndra would feel a twinge of jealousy and dissatisfaction whenever she saw Faen getting close to other women.
The solution was very simple: give her a heavy injection.
Fuck Syndra until she was thoroughly satisfied.
Case in point, watching Faen walk with his cock out toward his junior sister Irelia—who already had a marriage arrangement with him—the current Syndra showed absolutely no signs of jealousy on her face.
Instead, she looked completely dazed, as if soaked in pure bliss.
Watching Faen approach her with his weapon drawn, Irelia couldn't help but swallow hard.
Especially when he got right up close.
Due to the difference in their height and size, Faen originally planned to take two more steps to get closer to her, but the moment he took a step, Irelia watched helplessly as that hideous, ferocious cock aimed straight at her lower belly and pressed firmly against it.
By the time Faen's foot landed, the scorching hot, monstrous meat pressed a few centimeters deep into Irelia's soft tummy.
Through the flesh of her pressed lower abdomen, Irelia could clearly feel a wave of intense heat drilling into her abdominal cavity, making the already infatuated and dizzy Irelia feel an unbearable, scorching heat spreading all over her body.
In fact, before Faen even made any further moves, another stream of water trickled down the inner thigh from Irelia's already glistening wet petals.
Noticing that his erected little brother was pressing right against Irelia's flower-room, Faen said somewhat apologetically, "Ah, because Irelia danced so beautifully just now, my body reacted again."
Despite what he said, Faen's feet showed absolutely no intention of taking a step back.
He just stood there, looking gently at the Irelia before him.
Meeting Faen's gaze, her breathing slightly ragged, Irelia swallowed a mouthful of saliva.
She placed her hand on the hideous cock that was pressed against her lower belly and her flower-room, radiating a strong masculine scent and rolling waves of heat.
"Senior Brother... will you be good to me?"