Hearing Sona's question, Faen's eyes lit up, and he immediately began to give her some "guidance."
Following Faen's instructions, Sona tentatively twisted her hips. Although her movements were very slight—so subtle that even Akali, who was right beside them, didn't notice anything wrong—the effect was extremely obvious. Before, those two plump, juicy petals were merely resting lightly against the hotdog, barely clasping it. But now, with the young girl's slight twists, the hotdog was already halfway sunken in.
It was only because the hotdog was currently lying flat against her rather than standing upright; otherwise, it would have already plunged deep into the lotus blossoms.
Feeling the young girl's softness and warmth, Faen's expression remained unchanged, but a noticeable rosy flush appeared on Sona's face.
Never having learned about such things, Sona could still clearly feel that something subtle was wrong with her body. A steaming heat radiated from below, smoking the young girl's tender petals and causing a wave of restlessness. This pleasure, born from primal bodily instinct, was a first for Sona. Although she didn't know why, Sona could feel that Faen behind her was thoroughly enjoying it. Especially when Sona shifted her hips slightly, Faen placed his hand on top of her head as if rewarding her. The warmth transmitted from his broad palm filled Sona with an inexplicable sense of happiness and joy.
Akali couldn't see it, but Riven, who was right beside them, could easily spot the clues.
She already had some pent-up emotions, and now seeing such a scene made Riven appear even more silent. Imperceptibly, the dissatisfaction in Riven's eyes grew—This time, I absolutely must prove to Faen that I can live without that thing of his!!
That night, after casually finding a place to relieve herself, Akali walked lazily back toward her tent.
Although it might sound a bit strange, expecting to find a public restroom in a wilderness like this was simply a fool's dream. Someone like Akali, who specifically found an isolated spot and threw down a smoke bomb to use the bathroom, was already being very mindful of her privacy. At least she didn't just find a random spot, do her business as if she were in her own home, and leave with a nonchalant face while people came and went.
Akali's tent was located deeper within the camp. As she headed back, she happened to catch sight of her current teacher's tent.
Through the window, Akali could see her teacher sitting cross-legged in the center, meditating with his eyes closed. Beside him lay the soundly sleeping Sona.
Leaving her homeland for the first time, Sona still had many misgivings about resting alone, so she had asked during dinner if she could rest together with Faen.
Akali didn't have much of an opinion on them resting together. After all, just as her teacher had said, it was Sona's first time traveling so far from home, and she rarely interacted with others. Feeling afraid and nervous was perfectly understandable.
And in Akali's own view, there didn't seem to be anything wrong with everyone resting together in one tent? Just like Faen, when the Kinkou Order went on missions in the past, they also took turns resting and keeping watch in shared spaces. However, Riven seemed to have strong objections to this. Although she didn't know why, to keep Riven from seeming too isolated, Akali also requested to rest alone.
She originally thought that if her teacher and Sona were alone together, resting alone, something might happen. But looking at it now, her teacher's character was truly unassailable. Sona's head was resting right on his crossed legs, yet her teacher continued to meditate with his eyes closed, seemingly oblivious to the outside world.
With no one around, Akali stared at her teacher for quite a while. After a moment, she nodded in satisfaction. Although Akali didn't consider herself someone who judged people solely on their looks, she had to admit that she was very satisfied with her new teacher.
Handsome yet heroic, tall and upright in posture. He was gentle with others, yet possessed his own thoughts rather than blindly catering to them. When she encountered problems she couldn't understand, he didn't put on the airs of a "teacher" trying to lecture her from a high horse. Instead, he would explain his understanding of the matter in meticulous detail, using methods others could easily comprehend.
Just based on this point alone, in Akali's view, he instantly blew all those "Masters" in the Kinkou Order out of the water... Do those guys even deserve to be called Masters? The moment they meet someone with a different ideology, they brand them a rebel. What a joke.
With these thoughts, Akali didn't linger too long—after all, they had things to do tomorrow—and headed toward her own tent.
But just as Akali reached the front of her tent and before she could enter, her ears twitched slightly. She instinctively looked up toward the innermost tent.
It was Riven's tent.
Although it was a bit hard to hear clearly... just catching a few disjointed snippets was enough to make Akali freeze in place, doubting whether she had misheard or if Riven had misspoken.
If it were anyone else, out of the characteristic subtlety of Ionians, they might have pretended they heard nothing and returned to their tent to rest. But Akali was clearly not an ordinary person. Driven by inner curiosity, Akali remained silent for only a very short time before quietly sneaking toward Riven's tent. Riven's personal matters are one thing, but the main issue is, this seems to involve my teacher too?
Inside the closed tent, a faint candle flickered. Knowing that Faen had already set up shielding and warning spells around the camp, Riven wasn't worried about safety or privacy. As for whether Faen could sense this, Riven didn't feel the need to consider it. After all, no matter what she did, if that guy Faen wanted to know, he would sense it; hiding it was useless.
And now, determined to teach Faen a lesson, Riven lay on her mattress with her legs spread wide. Her fingers dug and rubbed continuously in the middle, her eyes rolling back slightly as a continuous stream of juices flowed out.
"Faen... you bastard... even though this place has already... become like this..."
Muttering quiet complaints, the movements of Riven's hands didn't pause for even a fraction of a second. But even so, after going at it for quite a while, Riven still didn't feel the slightest bit of satisfaction... Let alone quenching her thirst, this intensity—which couldn't even be called a "mere taste"—wasn't even enough to soothe Riven's mind.
Having grown accustomed to Faen's monstrous meat plunging entirely inside, staring down at her flower-room, and pushing her entire lower belly up into a bulge, merely teasing it with her fingers like this...
"Bastard, bastard... Didn't we agree that you'd let me be your 'cloud bag'? Didn't we agree... that you'd let me be your slave... for the rest of my life..."