Hearing Faen's explanation, Riven nodded belatedly, then lowered her head and said, "Then I misunderstood... I'm sorry."
"It's fine." Seeing Riven frankly admit her mistake, Faen nodded in satisfaction.
If there was one thing Faen was most satisfied with regarding the girls around him, it was undoubtedly that they wouldn't stubbornly refuse to admit their mistakes even when they knew they were wrong, acting as if they were little princesses who were always right and everyone around them needed to pamper them.
Having finished their conversation, the two returned to the temporary camp.
However, during dinner, an unintentional remark from Akali caught Faen's attention.
"Melody magic... what an unheard-of magic. I wonder when I'll get to see it."
Akali didn't have any deep thoughts about it; she was just saying it casually. But that casual remark caught Faen's attention.
Actually, it's not impossible, Faen stroked his chin. Ionia is mostly pacified now. We can't head directly to the three islands of Oovi-Kat because there are still obvious traces of wild magic there. But right now, we're still outside Oovi-Kat. With Karma's connections, if I wanted to, using the Spirit Realm passages as a transit point to bring a few people over isn't actually that big of a problem.
But "not that big of a problem" didn't mean there were no problems. Considering the unique nature of Ionia's Spirit Realm, not everyone was suited for this land—people like Jinx and Vi, for instance. It wasn't that they were bad; it was simply that the style and environment here didn't suit them.
This could be considered a major characteristic of Runeterra—just as magic itself possessed its own consciousness, under the influence of the Spirit Realm's ideological trends, each city-state had its own distinct personality. Strong individuals might be able to leave the land that raised them, but the personality and soul nurtured by that land found it very difficult to integrate into other regions. Of course, beyond the influence of the Spirit Realm, various aspects of the Material Realm, such as culture and traditions, were also deeply intertwined with this.
Thinking this, Faen turned his gaze to Sona.
Upon hearing Faen's words, Sona's eyes lit up. Like a pitiful kitten begging for food, she blinked at Faen, looking so utterly pitiable that one couldn't help but feel a surge of tender affection.
Seeing this, Faen nodded and said, "Then I'll give it a try."
With that, Faen opened the portal to the Spirit Realm and stepped inside. Before long, he brought Seraphine over. If he couldn't be certain about the others, Seraphine was definitely fine. Although she was a Zaunite born in Piltover, she also possessed melody magic. The similarities between Seraphine and Sona extended far beyond just their ability kits.
Just like Sona's voice line, "Demacia is my home, but I will never forget Ionia." Seraphine was much the same: "Piltover is my home, but I will never forget the Sump of Zaun."
"Darling!!"
As soon as she was summoned by Faen and entered the Spirit Realm, Seraphine practically skipped and ran over, throwing herself directly into Faen's embrace.
Faen had been quite busy lately. Aside from a small, brief "party" a few days ago, they had mostly been occupied with their own affairs. This was especially true for Seraphine, who had been busy with concert preparations and hadn't seen Faen for quite some time. Now, seeing Faen again, Seraphine could no longer suppress her longing and began kissing him passionately while holding him tight.
Seeing this, Faen had no intention of giving her the cold shoulder. After kissing her deeply for a moment, his large hands began to wander and grope dishonestly over the young girl's tender body. Feeling Faen's mischievous hands, Seraphine showed absolutely no shyness. His slightly rough palms caressing her tender skin left faint marks on her smooth flesh without even needing much force. This mild stimulation caused a light layer of goosebumps to rise on Seraphine's back. Amidst slight tremors and pants, Seraphine actively guided his hands toward the erect nipples on her chest and the bud between her thighs.
To the people of Piltover, this would undoubtedly be hard to accept, wouldn't it? The innocent, pure idol in the hearts of countless fans, the melody diva shaped by Piltover and Zaun as a symbol of peace between the Twin Cities... was, in private, a cheap slut who proactively offered kisses to a man, shamelessly allowing him to grope her body, dig into and pull at her petals, and leak honeyed juices all the while.
Thinking this, Faen couldn't help but tease, "Getting so aroused the moment we meet? If your fans saw you acting like such a slutty bitch right now, your entire persona and reputation would collapse in an instant."
Hearing this, Seraphine's face showed no sign of minding. She just couldn't stop hugging and kissing Faen, letting him play with her dripping wet petals down below. With eyes full of haze and joy, she said, "That kind of stuff doesn't matter at all! I was always meant to be Darling's meat toy to vent his stress~"
As she spoke, Seraphine proactively lifted her short skirt, revealing the clean, smooth little flower bud underneath. Unlike Zeri and Jinx, Seraphine's pubic hair was relatively sparse; a casual trim left it incredibly smooth and dewy. And now, aroused by passion, her flower bud had unconsciously parted slightly. With every breath the young girl took, it opened and closed, continuously oozing transparent honey-water.
The clitoris above her petals had already been rubbed red and swollen by Faen's fingers. Every time Faen rubbed it again, the young girl's body would tremble slightly, causing a chain reaction that pushed out another gush of honey-water from her flower bud. As the young girl's eyes grew increasingly glazed, Faen delightedly pinched it a few more times. It wasn't until the girl trembled violently, her legs going so weak she could barely stand, that Faen finally laid her down on the sunlit beach of his Spirit Realm and thrust his body into hers.
With her nether regions finally getting what they craved, Seraphine couldn't help but let out a high-pitched, melodic cry. The blazing love in her heart was no longer concealed in this moment. As her lover moved in and out of her body, she responded in kind. For a time, the entire beach was filled with the young girl's lewd, panting moans and self-degrading words.
Within Faen's Spirit Realm, watching the two copulate fiercely from a distance, Soraka tilted her head in confusion. It's clearly humiliation, right? Why is that girl's mind filled with such wild ecstasy? Although it does feel very comfortable when Faen thrusts deep into the belly... But Soraka still couldn't understand where the young girl's sense of happiness came from.
If there is an opportunity, I will try it again. Thinking peacefully, Soraka began silent meditation amidst the young girl's lewd cries, restoring the Celestial power depleted by her blessing.