When one's life-order reaches a certain level, their perception of themselves also becomes much stronger. Just like now, almost the instant conception was achieved, Syndra sensed it. A look of fluttering emotion appeared on her face, and her entire demeanor shifted from a depraved husk swallowed by lust to radiating the joyful, blissful glow of a mother-to-be.
Although she didn't say much, she simply hugged Faen tightly in silence. But feeling Syndra's aura change, Faen realized what had happened in the next instant and reached out to hug her back.
Of course, hugging was one thing, and warmth was another. While the embracing couple was filled with sweetness, Faen's lower half didn't take even a fraction of a second's rest. In fact, quite the opposite: the speed and force of his thrusts grew even wilder, as if venting his inner excitement and joy.
After firing yet another thick "yogurt cannonball" deep inside as a welcoming gift to the flower-room that had already begun nurturing life, Faen finally withdrew his rock-hard monstrous meat.
Because he had held back for far too long, his cock showed no signs of softening even after he pulled out. Syndra, on the other hand, seemed to completely deflate like a punctured balloon upon completing conception. To the point where, when Faen pulled out, her flower-room was dragged out a few millimeters, exposing tender pink flesh. Fortunately, Faen was observant; noticing the signs of a prolapse, he pressed against the outside and pushed it back in, ensuring the tiny life just gaining its foundation in the flower-room wouldn't face the fatal risk of catching a chill.
Although it sounded a bit hardcore, for beings like Faen and Syndra—who were virtually impossible to kill as long as their energy wasn't depleted—such actions were merely slightly intense kink. Or rather, physical damage of this degree posed absolutely no risk to them.
Noticing Faen's actions and the change in Syndra's expression, Zeri walked over curiously. Seeing Syndra stroking her belly—which had prematurely swelled to the size of a watermelon from taking in too much milk—with a face full of maternal love, Zeri carefully reached out a finger and poked it after receiving an approving nod from Syndra.
Accompanied by a squelching sound, like thick milk sloshing around, Zeri couldn't hear the sound of a life descending, but through the slave mark engraved on her soul by Faen, she could sense a faint life force containing Faen's aura within Syndra's flower-room.
That feeling...
"It feels like we have another new sister!" Zeri said with curious amazement. "Is it because she's Syndra and Darling's baby? She doesn't just seem to have inherited Darling's bloodline, but also... Syndra's aura and the Mark of Joy!"
"Wow." Hearing this, Vi couldn't help but rub her temples and said, "The moment she's born... well, she's still in the womb, not even born yet, and she's already been stamped by that guy Faen. I can't even imagine how madly in love this little girl is going to fall with her dad..."
To this, LeBlanc added with great interest, "Rather than saying she conceived a life, it's more like she nurtured a new... meat sleeve for our dear Master? Just like us, except this baby can be groomed by Master and us 'aunties' from a young age, even before she's born."
With the successful arrival of a new life, Syndra calmed down, her mind and body fully satisfied. But Faen was not.
To the extent that, while the surrounding girls were still curiously stroking Syndra's belly, after pushing Syndra's prolapsed cervix back in, feeling its warmth and juiciness, Faen initiated another round of brutal pounding. It was just that this time, Faen was slightly gentler than before. Once his lust had calmed down a bit, he pulled out.
He then walked over to Irelia, who was curiously stroking Syndra's big belly and pressing her ear against it, trying to listen for the sound of life descending through that belly full of life essence. Without a word, amidst the young girl's gasp of surprise, he directly tore open her dancing outfit—which resembled a yoga suit, only thinner and tighter.
Accompanied by the sound of ripping fabric, her juicy honey valley entered Faen's sight.
Initially surprised, seeing that her beloved Senior Brother Faen chose to fuck her immediately after completing the ritual of impregnating Syndra filled Irelia's heart with profound joy and happiness. Coming from Ionia, compared to the other girls—especially those from regions with wilder customs like Zaun and Bilgewater—Irelia was better at enduring physical and mental cravings, ensuring they weren't so obviously displayed on her face. But this didn't mean Irelia felt nothing.
In fact, quite the opposite. The reason Irelia could restrain her inner cravings better than the other girls and avoid losing her composure in front of others was because she believed from the bottom of her heart that her Senior Brother would never disappoint her. When she truly needed him, he would definitely appear by her side to protect her, satisfy her, and pump her full.
It wasn't that she was better at enduring, but that she was better at accumulating and waiting.
Compared to the other girls, the current Irelia was visibly more immature. In the official League of Legends lore, she was only thirteen when she severed Swain's arm during the First Ionian War. Although this world was somewhat different, her physique still showed a clear gap compared to fully grown and mature women like Caitlyn and the others.
This resulted in Irelia's belly showing a much more exaggerated and shocking outline when Faen thrust—or rather, stuffed himself—in. Her entire body acted like Faen's personal meat sleeve. With every thrust, her belly would bulge up entirely, from the honey valley at the very bottom all the way up to just below her chest.
It was only because Irelia, like the other girls, had been modified by the Joy Factor into Faen's dedicated meat sleeve; otherwise, based on normal human physiology, even if he only went halfway in, it would have resulted in a fatality, and she would have died on the spot.
Sitting dazedly on the side with a blank face and a soaking wet lower half, Sona looked at the crowd with utter bewilderment and confusion.
She originally thought this ritual that made her feel so out of place would end with the arrival of a new life. But who could have imagined that the unsatisfied Faen would immediately begin venting his pent-up lust with the other girls, who had also been holding back for a long time for this very occasion.