Hearing Faen's words, the elder didn't hesitate much and quickly ordered the town guards to bring Sona over.
Following by Faen's side, even Akali's eyes lit up upon seeing Sona.
No matter what angle you looked at it from, Sona was a literal beauty.
By the time Faen and his group arrived here, it was already evening. And by the time the town elder explained what had happened, it was the middle of the night. Having traveled through the night, when Sona finally came into view, it was like seeing a lily of the valley trembling slightly in the morning dew.
Her long, indigo hair draped over her shoulders like flowing moonlight. Though devoid of excessive ornamentation, the silent sway when the breeze brushed past it evoked a melody of tranquility. Her dress, woven from moon-white and cyan, spread out in layers. A section of a wrist exposed beneath her wide sleeves was so delicate it looked as if a mere touch would leave a mark. She held the ancient zither named "Etwahl" in her arms, her fingertips resting lightly on the strings—not plucking, but touching them as softly as a butterfly resting on a petal. Just looking at her made the air feel inexplicably fresher and more humid, as if one had stepped into a tranquil water town.
But what was even more wondrous was probably her eyes, right? Those sky-blue eyes overflowed with a sky-blue clarity. Her entire demeanor felt like a woodland fawn encountering strangers, both wanting to draw near and trembling with shyness. Meeting the gazes of Akali and the others, the unfamiliarity caused Sona to tighten her grip on the ancient zither slightly. Her delicate knuckles turned a faint white, the subtle movement causing a soft ripple to glide down her hanging wide sleeves.
Although it was only her first time seeing her, almost instantly, Akali could feel that this must be a very gentle girl. And beyond that...
Staring at Sona for a moment, Akali looked down at her own chest. Immediately after, a look of depression and complexity surfaced on the young girl's face. No matter what angle you looked at it from, this was just a bit too infuriating.
According to what the elder just said, this girl named Sona was about the same age as her? But why, at the same age, was that girl's figure exaggerated to such a degree?!
Normally, Akali wasn't someone who liked comparing figures. Akali was actually quite satisfied with her own body. But she was still a young girl, after all. Although Akali rarely brought it up, the pursuit of beauty is an obvious commonality among humans. Just as men, more or less, care about their size, length, and stamina. Even if they don't say it out loud, they still pay close attention to it in private. Otherwise, there wouldn't be so many shady ads plastered in public restrooms.
Paying such special attention now, and even feeling a slight sense of inadequacy, was purely because Sona's "stats" were a bit too overpowered.
Although she wasn't old, the scale of her chest already far exceeded an ordinary person's. And standing there with an upright posture, those towering, perky breasts showed absolutely no signs of sagging. Combined with that tranquil, gentle, exquisite face, even Faen—who had countless partners—couldn't help but marvel at her "child-like face and massive..."
It could only be said that the disparity between people was indeed vast.
Take girls like Zeri, LeBlanc, and Caitlyn, for example. They had been by Faen's side since the Twin Cities era. Under Faen's continuous "development," aside from their life-order, everything else had been fully developed. Body and soul completely submissive, wanting to become his "cloud bags," whenever they copulated and made love with Faen—especially Zeri and LeBlanc—all it took was a couple of casual thrusts for them to quickly get into the zone, allowing their bodies to present an engorged, lactating state akin to pregnancy play based on Faen's demands.
Whenever this happened, whether it was the seemingly sunny, athletic Zeri, the seemingly seductive, femme fatale LeBlanc, or even the badass tomboy Vi who wouldn't yield to any man, they would all reveal the charm of a beast in heat under the influence of massive estrogen secretion, shaking their asses and spraying milk just begging to be fucked.
But based on Faen's visual estimation, even with Zeri and the others having been developed to such a degree, their "stats" still seemed to fall slightly short of Sona's?
Perhaps this is just natural talent.
Faen also felt a bit of emotion. Ionia produced outstanding people and spirits. Especially the Zhyun region, with its abundant moisture. This made it so that just by looking at Sona, one could feel the softness and dewy luster of her skin.
Beside him, Riven also stared at Sona for quite a while. She didn't have any ulterior motives; she was just somewhat surprised by this purity and frailty that remained unsullied despite the mud. But then, as if remembering something, Riven turned her gaze to Faen beside her. Upon noticing the surprise and appreciation in Faen's eyes, Riven silently curled her lips.
But just as Riven curled her lips, in the very next moment, she felt a burst of warmth in her lower abdomen. Along with a slight restlessness and itchiness coming from her "baby room," Faen's voice transmitted through the Mark of Joy that had long been engraved deep within Riven's body and soul: "Hmm? You seem to have a problem with me?"
Riven was already used to Faen communicating directly with her consciousness, but being used to it was one thing. When the Mark of Joy was activated, Riven's body still instinctively experienced a mild climax.
This caused Riven's eyes to roll back slightly. However, this wasn't her first time being played with by Faen like this; previously, Riven would even uncontrollably stick her tongue out. But now, Riven showed absolutely no obvious reaction on the surface, perfectly hiding the fact that she had just climaxed slightly.
Thinking this, Riven grumbled, "What problem could I have? I just feel a bit sorry that this pure little girl has caught the eye of a big bad wolf like you..."
Knowing Faen's nature deeply, even though Faen always let the girls make their own choices, based on Riven's understanding of him, escaping his demonic clutches in the face of Faen's myriad methods was absolutely harder than ascending to the heavens.
Although she was standing here perfectly fine right now, Riven feared it wouldn't be long before she was developed and trained into this guy Faen's personal dairy cow...
With this thought, Riven felt a wave of curiosity. If a handful-sized chest like Zeri's could grow two cup sizes and secrete milk once she entered the "cloud bag" state of wanting to get pregnant after being developed, then wouldn't Sona...
Amidst her thoughts, Riven felt a bit helpless. It wasn't that she had become Faen's lapdog, or that she agreed with his actions. What truly made Riven feel speechless was that after being targeted by Faen, those girls usually ended up just like her—becoming entirely willing, even reveling in it.
When the person involved was already like that, even if you really wanted to help, how were you supposed to?