Having finished his session with Riven, before starting round two with Syndra, Faen walked over to the window and looked outside.
Perhaps having heard his footsteps approaching, Irelia had already vanished from the window by the time Faen got there.
Looking at the puddle of wetness dripping on the ground by the window, and the intermittent trail of moisture leading off into the distance, Faen nodded.
He didn't pay it much mind, turning around to find Syndra to kick off a highly enjoyable round two for the night.
On the other side, seeing Faen only come to the window for a breath of fresh air before walking back, Irelia, who was hiding in the bushes, let out a massive sigh of relief.
Logically speaking, the current Irelia should be feeling angry, indignant, or even despairing.
After all, her grandmother had already arranged a betrothal between her and Faen, and Irelia had long been looking forward to their wedding day.
Who would have thought that long before her, her Senior Brother had already... with Riven...
Thinking this, Irelia realized she didn't actually feel much anger in her heart.
Was it because of those Joy Factors?
Irelia vaguely remembered the things her Senior Brother had fed her previously.
If she recalled correctly, Sister Riven originally came from Noxus. Because she suffered betrayal and didn't know where to go, she was taken in by her Senior Brother, following him to Ionia to seek the true meaning of life.
If that was the case... Riven must have also consumed the Joy Factor, right?
Thinking about this, Irelia felt her own state of mind was a bit strange.
Squatting in the bushes, listening to the faint sounds coming from the house in the distance, the imagery of Faen and Riven's recent lovemaking flashed through her mind.
An inexplicable sense of lust began to spread deep within Irelia's heart.
Biting her lip lightly, she couldn't resist reaching her hand down below.
Irelia knew that in many underdeveloped parts of Ionia, strict hierarchical and class systems still existed.
Especially on the other side of the Shon-Xan Highlands, in the primitive tribes dominated by the Vastaya.
Let alone polygamy, in the primitive eastern regions of Ionia, matriarchal Vastayan tribes practicing polyandry weren't uncommon either.
And while roles like "bed-warming maids" weren't common in mainstream Ionia, and the Temple of the Long-Standing didn't promote them, due to the region's uniqueness, as long as it was consensual and didn't negatively impact the Spirit Realm too much, no one would meddle in other people's business.
Thinking this, Irelia felt an inexplicable sense of relief in her heart.
Although she was still a bit reluctant and wanted to monopolize her Senior Brother... thinking about it carefully, given her Senior Brother's abilities and status... and that terrifyingly huge, hideous cock.
Amidst her thoughts, Irelia couldn't help but swallow hard.
While instinctively feeling she definitely wouldn't be able to handle it, her mind was simultaneously filled with the image of Riven shaking her ass in ecstasy and screaming lewdly beneath Faen.
Riven looked like she felt so good...
Thinking this, the movements of Irelia's fingers grew faster and faster, her eyes becoming increasingly glazed and out of control.
But right at this moment, a voice suddenly came from right beside her: "Irelia? What are you doing hiding here?"
Hearing the familiar voice, Irelia reacted like a startled kitten.
Her soft body instantly tensed, her lithe figure going completely rigid.
Looking toward the source of the voice, she saw her Senior Brother standing almost right beside her.
And in his arms, he was holding the woman she had only just met today—the one who gave off a cold, aloof impression and represented loss of control, chaos, and darkness in the mouths of the Unspoken: Syndra.
Syndra's spider-like, pale hands and impressively long legs were wrapped tightly around Faen.
From the looks of it, she wanted to knead her entire being into her Senior Brother's body and become one with him.
And squatting in the bushes, looking up from below, Irelia could clearly see the wrinkled, rhythmic contractions of the scrotum pumping in waves.
That hideous, ferocious cock, buried entirely within Syndra's honeyed valley, was constantly throbbing and pulsing.
Especially the small section exposed where the monstrous meat connected to her pussy.
Irelia could see the fluid delivery pipe of that hideous cock pulsing rhythmically with the contracting scrotal sac, pumping milk into her.
Every time a thick jet of semen shot inside, Syndra, who had her face buried in Faen's chest, would tremble violently, a captivating pink flush spreading across her snow-white skin.
In the end, even though her Senior Brother had clearly stopped moving, Syndra, still hanging onto him, continued to ride wave after wave of orgasms, trembling, twitching, and convulsing intermittently.
And with every such reaction, a chain reaction of fluids would gush out from her flower valley.
Suddenly witnessing such a scene while already in a state of high tension, combined with the potent essence of Faen contained within the overflowing honey-juices hitting her face, Irelia's upper body instinctively jerked entirely upright.
Her full, small breasts thrust high into the air.
Because she had come to find Faen for a bedtime story, her nightwear was exceptionally thin.
Normally it would be fine, but now, soaked with her own nectar and clinging to her skin, her body was incredibly aroused.
Even through her nightgown, her two hardened nipples were blatantly visible.
Having already reached her absolute limit both physically and mentally from the impact of these images and thoughts, seeing Faen's gaze land on her was the final straw that broke the camel's back.
Irelia's entire body shuddered violently, and silver fluids squirted wildly from between her legs.
This undoubtedly drew Faen's attention.
Wanting to cover herself, Irelia lost her balance.
Unable to control her body, she was forced to lean back and prop herself up with her hands on the ground.
In the end, she found herself lying on her back, legs slightly spread apart, facing the sky.
It looked as if she was actively displaying herself for Faen to see.
It took a full twenty seconds for Irelia to belatedly regain control of her limbs.
She quickly clamped her legs shut and looked at Faen, wanting to say something, but when she opened her mouth, not a single word came out.
Ultimately, she pursed her lips and lowered her head, looking like a child who had done something wrong and didn't dare speak.
She could feel that her own mind was a complete mess right now.
It wasn't just because of the impact of the events and visuals.
In Faen's Domain of Joy, a person's thoughts would naturally become overly active, leading to wild fantasies, and under Faen's influence, they became far more sensitive to pleasure.
Combined with Irelia's budding affection for Faen and her fondness for Riven... all these factors stacking together meant that Irelia herself didn't even know what she was thinking right now.
While Irelia was still dizzy-eyed and completely clueless about what to do, Faen stared at her for a moment before letting out a soft chuckle.
"Speaking of which, it's been a while since I checked Irelia's homework. Why don't you dance for your Senior Brother right now?"
"Eh?!" Irelia looked up in bewilderment.
She glanced at Faen, then looked down at the two highly engorged, erected nipples on her chest, and her currently messy, completely unhidden, glistening pink flower valley—since she had taken off her soaked panties earlier and left them hanging off one leg...
Dance now? Right now?