Just as Sona was still feeling bewildered and at a loss, a series of chimes rang out nearby.
Hearing the sound, the crowd knew the upcoming ritual was about to begin. Seeing this, they exchanged glances, momentarily unsure of what to do with this adorable little Sona. Out of options, Caitlyn suggested, "Since we're in the Spirit Realm, everything is within Faen's perception anyway. How about... we just act naturally?"
"I have no objections," Vi shrugged. "It mostly depends on what Sona herself wants."
Hearing this, everyone unanimously turned their gaze to Sona. After a moment of silence, Seraphine spoke up: "Sona says she also wants to know what love is."
Hearing this, the group hesitated no longer. They tacitly left Sona in the center and turned their attention toward the large doors on one side.
As the chimes rang out one by one, Faen emerged from the doors wearing a formal suit that featured distinct Ionian motifs but was primarily tailored in a Piltover style.
Personally, Faen placed a high value on a sense of ritual. Whether it was when taking a girl's virginity or hosting an orgy, Faen never tired of trying out various settings, or even acting on sudden inspiration during all sorts of ceremonies. For example, back in the Twin Cities, during the intermissions of meetings in Zaun or Piltover, or even during grand assemblies between the two cities, Faen would take the opportunity while the girls were resting, or when no one was around, to pin those girls—who were the center of public attention—against the podiums and roughly use them.
And whenever that happened, those girls would often become exceptionally sensitive, gushing fluids at the slightest touch. In the end, even a restrained girl like Caitlyn would subconsciously drip wetness whenever she gave a speech. It wasn't intentional; her body just reacted involuntarily. Unfortunately, as a selfish man, Faen always kept the enjoyment entirely to himself, with absolutely no possibility of sharing.
Originally, the girls had mostly gotten used to these flashy ways of playing. But now, seeing Faen actually wearing a highly formal wedding suit, they couldn't help but let out gasps of surprise.
"Is that a wedding suit? He's actually being this formal? That guy Faen..." Vi looked at the approaching Faen in slight astonishment. To this, Caitlyn said, completely unfazed, "After all, that girl named Syndra is going to have a baby for Faen. It's understandable to be a bit formal."
"Oh, oh! So if you can have a baby for Darling, you can get married!" Seraphine said enthusiastically. Hearing Seraphine's words, different expressions surfaced in the eyes of the other women. There was no so-called disgust or rejection; having been completely "developed" by Faen, their bodies' craving to bear his bloodline had long reached its absolute peak. Unfortunately, Faen's life-order grew at a speed that far exceeded the enhancements they gained from absorbing the Joy Factor, making it very difficult for them to keep up with him in many situations.
While everyone's thoughts were racing, the sharp-eyed LeBlanc noticed a slender silver chain held in Faen's hand. Shimmering with a silver light, following the chain toward the back, Syndra slowly walked out from behind Faen. Wearing a black gown, every step she took seemed incredibly arduous.
In everyone's eyes, the gown Syndra wore was less of a formal dress and more of sheer sexy lingerie. The scant clothing perfectly displayed the curves of her body, the delicate, sheer fabric accentuating her already graceful form, making her look even more seductive. Although the areas over her nipples and lower body were covered, the meager amount of fabric acted more as an embellishment than actual coverage, making one even more curious about what lay beneath.
And the slender silver chain in Faen's hand was attached to a collar around Syndra's neck. Unlike before, the current Syndra appeared incredibly peaceful. With her hands folded together, she followed behind Faen. Although endless, ravenous lust caused her body to lose massive amounts of fluids with every few steps, the happiness and anticipation in her eyes only grew more intense.
As he stepped into the hall, Faen also noticed Sona sitting in the very front row. Her eyes were filled with shock and disbelief, and upon meeting his gaze, she lowered her head in surprise and fear.
He hadn't expected Sona to actually be here, but in the next instant, Faen realized it must have been Seraphine's doing. This prompted Faen to ruthlessly praise Seraphine through the Mark of Joy. Influenced by the mark and feeling Faen's praise, Seraphine bit her lip tight. Holding onto Sona's shoulder beside her, she shuddered slightly and quietly climaxed once. When she snapped back to reality and raised her head, Sona saw this cheerful girl—who possessed the same melody magic she did—wearing the depraved expression of a bitch in heat.
Although Sona looked incredibly pitiful and alluring right now, making one want to take her immediately, Faen still knew his priorities. Syndra had been looking forward to this day for a very long time; how could Faen let down all the effort she had put into achieving implantation?
It was just a pity. For the sake of the little life about to arrive, Faen had originally planned to conduct a proper ritual at first—or rather, wait until the ritual was completed before beginning the public insemination. But halfway through the ritual, Syndra couldn't control herself anymore and collapsed on the stage. She instinctively looked at Faen with an expression of pleading and desperate craving.
Respecting Syndra's wishes, Faen wasted no words. Under the expectant gazes of the girls, he revealed his hideous, monstrous meat, which had been accumulating pressure recently—so much so that it slapped rock-hard against his leg even when he was just walking.
Unlike before, this time, as soon as Faen entered slightly, he found that Syndra's body was already completely prepared. In fact, before the head was even halfway in, Faen felt a suction-filled ring of flesh clamp down on him.
"Her desire to get pregnant has reached its absolute peak. Even her flower-room has completely descended and wrapped around it."
Marveling at this astonishing thirst, accompanied by Syndra's weeping, melodic cries of satisfaction and the sound of gushing fluids, the ritual skipped the process and went straight to the climax.