Hearing Faen's words, Akali blinked, then said with a face full of suspicion, "Really? Do I complain that frequently?"
"If you don't believe me, ask Riven," Faen shrugged.
Hearing Faen mention her, Riven snapped back to reality. She thought for a moment about what Faen and Akali had just been discussing. After a moment of silence, under Akali's confused gaze, she instinctively pursed her lips and murmured, "Ah... pretty much. It's just being pent up for too long, holding it in constantly... and then when it's time to release it... you're very sensitive..."
Riven was truly a master of summarizing.
Hearing Riven's description, Faen's expression remained perfectly normal, but Akali's expression turned slightly subtle. Even though she was still an inexperienced young girl, Akali could still more or less sense from Riven's strange demeanor that she seemed to be answering a completely different question? But thinking about it carefully, it didn't seem wrong either; she was just simply rephrasing the concepts Faen had just explained...
Without overthinking it, Akali just scratched her head, then looked at Faen and said, "I see... I'll try to pay attention to it in the future."
"There's no need to worry about such things," Faen shook his head. "Regardless, saying it out loud is better than keeping it bottled up inside. And your willingness to tell me these inner thoughts also shows that you subconsciously trust me, which makes me happy."
"That's good then," Akali nodded upon hearing this.
Having finished discussing Akali's situation, Faen placed his hand on the top of Sona's head and rubbed it gently.
As he stroked her hair, Faen said, "The same goes for Sona. We all know Sona is a good girl, so Sona doesn't need to worry about expressing her inner thoughts, much less feel ashamed or nervous. Because we all know Sona is only doing this because she feels close to us."
Hearing Faen's words and feeling his hand on her head, Sona, who had been feeling slightly ashamed and nervous about having her thoughts exposed, felt an inexplicable sense of reassurance.
Sensing that Sona beneath him had regained her composure, Faen said, "Then I'll send you back to your horse now."
Faen pointed at the horse beside them that originally belonged to Sona. However, upon hearing Faen's words, Sona didn't respond immediately. Instead, she fell into a brief silence. Seeing this, Faen didn't rush her; he simply waited quietly. Seeming to realize that Faen was waiting for her, Sona pursed her lips a short while later. Through the melody magic, she asked, "Can I sit here with Mr. Faen?"
"Sit here with me?" Hearing this, Faen blinked in slight surprise, then said, "I have no problem with it, of course... Then let me help you sit up first."
As he spoke, Faen supported Sona's soft body. Although he had already "tasted" many girls, when Faen directly touched Sona like this—even through her gauze dress—he was still astonished by the incredible softness of her body.
It was no exaggeration to say that even among all of Faen's girls, Sona's body was absolutely the softest—and this wasn't the flexibility of limbs and joints, just pure, unadulterated softness. Her warm, jade-like body felt like elastic water to the touch, giving the impression that with just a little force, one could pinch right into the young girl's soft flesh.
As a master developer of postures, states, and positions, what Faen advocated was never quantity, but quality. Because quantity could be replenished casually, but quality was different. Girls with noble spiritual qualities were exceedingly rare. And in Faen's eyes, only such girls were worth the effort of "developing." Take Zeri and Jinx, for example. Although their figures were far from plump, after development, that unique flavor stemming from their personalities always left Faen addicted and unable to stop.
And what about the current Sona? Setting aside her spiritual qualities, she hadn't even been developed yet, but the state of her body already surpassed many of Faen's girls. It wasn't just her high, full breasts, but also her slender waist and perky ass. Especially her ass. Although he hadn't experienced it practically yet, experience told Faen that Sona's was absolutely much plumper than LeBlanc's and the others. She was already like this before being developed; he couldn't even imagine what she'd be like after.
Just as Faen was marveling internally, Sona, with Faen's help, struggled to return to a normal sitting posture. She then gently stuck out her plump ass and sat on the saddle.
As soon as she sat down, Sona felt something lightly prodding her ass. Frowning in confusion, Sona doubtfully lifted her perky ass and shifted backward toward Faen's embrace. Although Sona herself didn't notice, Faen could clearly feel Sona's plump, fleshy ass press entirely against his lower body.
Just as he suspected—in fact, it was even softer. Especially after Sona settled into her seat, the highly experienced Faen could confirm and clearly feel that, unconsciously, the young girl's plump, juicy white ass cheeks had parted to perfectly wedge his hotdog right in the middle.
If it were anyone else, they might have chosen to silently enjoy this unexpected delight. But Faen never liked dawdling or hesitating. Akali didn't notice, but Riven did—though it didn't matter. Faen then asked in Sona's mind:
"Sona, do you feel a bit uncomfortable sitting like that?"
Hearing this, Sona blinked. She wiggled her plump ass to carefully sense it, then said, "A little bit. It feels like something is poking my bottom... Is it the saddle? Is it bothering Mr. Faen?"
Sona was a bit nervous because she had never left more than three kilometers away from the orphanage, let alone ridden a horse. Being isolated from social interaction for so long meant that, even if it wasn't her fault, whenever someone brought something up, Sona always felt and feared that it was her mistake.
Sensing Sona's nervousness, Faen reached out and stroked the top of her head. Feeling Faen's caress, the previously tense Sona relaxed slightly, though she still looked at Faen with some worry.
Seeing this, Faen said, "Don't worry, it's not bothering me at all. In fact, it's very comfortable. The reason I asked is because I was afraid Sona might find it uncomfortable or painfully hard sitting like that."
Hearing that Faen wasn't bothered and actually found it very comfortable, Sona secretly breathed a sigh of relief. She pursed her lips, then softly asked through the melody, "As long as Mr. Faen isn't bothered, that's good... Um, how should Sona sit to make Mr. Faen feel more comfortable?"