Seeing Sona lunge at Faen, a flash of surprise crossed Akali's eyes. It seemed she completely hadn't expected Sona's reaction to be this big. And watching the lunging Sona, Faen had absolutely no intention of dodging—Dodge? Dodge what? Sona isn't even aiming right.
It could only be said that Sona's fragile exterior perfectly matched her physical fitness; there was absolutely zero contrast. Although she was lunging at Faen, judging by her trajectory, let alone touching Faen, simply managing not to face-plant onto the ground would already be considered gravity showing immense mercy.
Proactively moving forward, Faen scooped Sona up just as she was about to hit the ground, then placed her onto the saddle in front of him. With a helpless expression, he said, "There's no need to be so shy. Akali won't dislike you because of this. On the contrary, having such a beautiful quality, we all like Sona very much."
Hearing Faen's words, Sona, who had been struggling slightly in front of him, paused her movements. She then carefully raised her head to look at Faen, her eyes holding a trace of doubt.
Really?
Even without the communication of melody magic, the current Faen could clearly feel the young girl's inner apprehension and unease.
Looking at Sona, who was now lying horizontally across the saddle in front of him, Faen sensed her unease and placed his hand on her smooth, flawless back. Although she wore a long dress that looked like thin gauze and wasn't translucent, Faen could still clearly feel the warm, delicate smoothness, like warm jade, beneath it. Stroking Sona's back, Faen said unhurriedly, "Of course it's true. If you don't believe me, you can ask Akali and Riven... You don't need to speak, just look at them."
Hearing this, Sona calmed down slightly, then carefully lifted her head to look behind them.
To this, Akali just shrugged nonchalantly. "It's fine, I think it's great! Whether you like someone or hate them, just saying it directly or expressing it is best. Hesitating and hiding things—that's what's truly disgusting... Hmm, if there's anything weird, it's just that your reaction was a bit too big."
A look of puzzlement hung on Akali's face. She rested her hand on her chin, thinking as she spoke, "Logically speaking, for such a small matter, even if you felt uncomfortable, you'd at most just feel a bit awkward... Is Miss Sona perhaps a bit too sensitive?"
Hearing Akali's words, Sona lowered her head slightly. Currently, Sona was draped across the front of Faen. The saddle was barely spacious enough for Faen alone, but with Sona lying on top of it, it instantly became exceptionally crowded. This was especially true since Sona was lying horizontally across the saddle. Her plump ass and her excessively massive breasts hung down on either side of the horse's back, using her slender waist as the midline. Her perky ass was fine; it was just a pleasant sight to behold. But the breasts on the other side were solidly pressing against Faen's leg, which rested in the stirrup.
Now that she lowered her head slightly, the loose clothing was instantly pressed down against the soft, doughy mounds of flesh. Lacking experience in social interaction, Sona didn't even realize how incredibly inappropriate this was.
Akali might not have noticed, but Riven, who knew Faen inside out, certainly did. While Faen's facial expression hadn't changed, through the subtle trembling of his pants, Riven could guarantee that Faen had definitely popped a boner... Tch, given this guy's size, it's probably already pressing right against Sona's lower belly, isn't it?
Thinking this, she hadn't felt much about it earlier, but having already realized from Faen's previous hints that he definitely wanted to ruthlessly play with her and keep her dangling, Riven felt a wave of genuine, sour jealousy.
She had long since accepted that Faen's private life was chaotic, and that she had to share him with many pretty girls... or rather, that they all had to serve him together to make him feel comfortable. But to be honest, Riven also wanted to monopolize Faen.
It was just that she could only think about it. After all, if that guy Faen thrust into her flower-room just a little bit, she wouldn't be able to take it. Even when serving him alongside Zeri and the others, by the time she got to rest, Faen would have fucked her so loose that her "baby room" would lightly prolapse, feeling like it was about to fall out... Even though the enhancement of the Joy Factor allowed her to regain her tightness quickly, it was enough for Riven to realize that she alone could definitely not satisfy Faen.
But now, while she couldn't get a taste, it looked like Sona wouldn't take long to be eaten clean by Faen, and then be fucked into a dedicated dairy cow and sex slave. Riven still felt an uncontrollable surge of envy and lust constantly spreading within her.
It's itchy... my lower belly is itchy... I want to be fucked by Faen... I want that thing pressing against me... rubbing my belly...
While Riven's thoughts were wandering aimlessly, Faen gently patted Sona, who was in front of him. This made the already nervous Sona tense up again. If it wasn't obvious visually, then Faen's "lower house"—which had already raised its head high, requesting a charge from the "upper house"—could clearly feel Sona's soft little belly harden slightly with tension. Although her muscle definition and toughness weren't as obvious as female warriors like Riven or Vi, Faen could still detect the young girl's inner thoughts through the slight friction generated during this process of going from soft to hard.
Thinking this, Faen said to Akali, "Actually, this is a very normal occurrence."
"Very normal?" Hearing this, Akali looked a bit skeptical.
Seeing this, Faen explained, "In this world, only a very small minority of people can communicate conceptually with Sona through the commonalities of melody magic. Put another way, for the past decade or so, Sona has lived in a social environment where communication is impossible or exceedingly difficult. And humans need to communicate; stopping communication also means losing touch with society for an extended period. Under these circumstances, once social interaction is reestablished, those accumulated social needs will burst out all at once, making her seem overly talkative, highly reactive, and sensitive. But in reality, it's just Sona herself deeply craving someone who can understand her."
He paused, then pointed at Akali and added, "Based on this point, actually, Akali, you are the same."
"Uh? Me?" Akali looked suspicious. "Really?"
"It's very difficult to realize this kind of thing purely on your own," Faen explained. "Because a person naturally struggles to clearly realize whether they are talking more or less than usual. But the truth is, living in the oppressive environment of the Kinkou Order for a long time—haven't you noticed? You actually frequently complain to me about the people or things in the Order that you can't stand."