Hearing Sona's somewhat panicked shout, Faen looked up in slight surprise.
Feeling Faen's questioning gaze, Sona instinctively shrank her neck, as if all her courage had been expended in shouting that "Stop it!"
And in truth, that was indeed the case. Even Sona herself didn't know why she had suddenly shouted that. Now that she had snapped back to reality and felt Faen's gaze, she subconsciously shrank back. It wasn't until she confirmed that Faen's eyes held no disgust, but rather looked at her with curiosity and even encouragement, that Sona gradually relaxed.
She thought for a moment, glanced at the jade-like bodies lying haphazardly around them, pursed her lips, and said through melody magic: "This little girl likes you very much, she... loves you very much. So please do not treat her so terribly."
Hearing Sona's thoughts, Faen glanced at Irelia under his foot, then looked at Sona and said with some helplessness, "This is for Irelia's own good."
"...Eh?" Hearing this, Sona revealed a look of bewilderment. Seeing this, Faen used his foot to flip Irelia over, then stepped on her lower back, squeezing out a few more thick streams of yogurt.
"Of course I know Irelia loves me very much, but she is too greedy," Faen said helplessly. "Although Irelia has been with me for a long time, practically speaking, for the several years prior to this, we interacted as a normal senior brother and junior sister. Even the power of the Joy Factor was something I only extracted from the demon Ashlesh after leaving Ionia. Counting the time, since returning to Ionia, I've only been 'developing' Irelia for a little over a month."
As he spoke, Faen grabbed Irelia by the hair and lifted her up.
Although she looked young, Irelia was actually one of the strongest among Faen's many sex slaves. Having inherited the legacy of the Divine Sword Dancer, beneath her seemingly frail exterior, the mass of Irelia's Spirit Realm was immensely vast. Even though the current Irelia couldn't yet control or wield it flawlessly—only able to unleash the full power unique to the "Enlightened One" when facing a crisis threatening all of Ionia—even digesting just a fraction of that power was enough to make her reign supreme in the mortal realm of Runeterra.
While she might not be able to perfectly control other aspects, there was one thing Irelia could adapt to flawlessly:
"Haste makes waste. Excessive development and use will inevitably harm the lovers by my side—but Irelia is different."
Faen explained, "To prevent this power—which exists purely for slaughter—from losing control, Irelia's ancestor placed numerous restrictions on it, ensuring Irelia cannot fully master it until her Spirit Realm cultivation reaches absolute perfection. However, similarly, to ensure Irelia can grow safely, these powers will also cause her to recover much more rapidly after being injured, and she will grow stronger during the recovery process."
Hearing this, Sona blinked, then looked again at Irelia beneath Faen's foot. Although she looked miserable, as her flower-room was compressed by external force and her lower mouth spat out life essence, an exquisitely beautiful, twisted, broken smile surfaced on her delicate face.
Her body, covered in marks of ravagement, trembled continuously beneath Faen's foot, occasionally squirting out streams of water. Her youthful breasts secreted white milk under the influence of pregnancy hormones. Her battered body and mind seemed to have reached their absolute limit, but as her body experienced continuous climaxes, the bruises and marks on her body were rapidly healing and fading. And upon completing this healing process, the aura of life within her body—or rather, the melody of life—became even more resilient.
So... this really is for her own good?
A look of bewilderment flashed across Sona's eyes. Although she didn't know much about the outside world, this situation clearly exceeded the bounds of comprehension, didn't it?
While Sona was still lost in thought, Irelia—having recovered her senses from her previous state and regained a bit of energy—struggled to turn around. She hugged Faen's leg and looked up.
"Senior Brother... I want more."
Hearing this, Faen reached out with a helpless expression and stroked the head the young girl offered up to him. "Didn't we just finish? Your body hasn't fully recovered yet."
Feeling Faen's caress, a blissful smile bloomed on Irelia's face. She then nuzzled pleadingly against his majestic monstrous meat, her soft hair rubbing against the wrinkled scrotum, transmitting a slight tickle and warmth. It didn't feel uncomfortable, but it made the monstrous meat stand even straighter. Sensing that Faen hadn't "cooled down" yet either, and feeling she had recovered a bit herself, Irelia revealed a look of anticipation. Kissing it, she begged incoherently:
"Just one more time... Senior Brother, I'm begging you. Just give it to Irelia."
Seeing Irelia begging like this, her kisses becoming increasingly frequent, Faen smiled helplessly. He then grabbed Irelia's arm and hoisted her up.
Seeing Faen treat her like this, a flash of excitement appeared in Irelia's eyes, and she immediately straightened her body in cooperation. With her back to Faen, facing the bewildered and shocked Sona, upon feeling the intoxicating heat at her back door, she eagerly lowered herself onto her Senior Brother's thrusting body.
The point of entry was the back door of her baby room. This actually sobered Irelia up a bit—her Senior Brother always preferred to pump the baby room full first whenever possible. It was obvious that because of overuse, her baby room was currently suffering from a slight cervical prolapse, the physical sensation wasn't ideal, and it was a bit loose and weak. That was why her Senior Brother chose to use the relatively faster-recovering back door, giving her baby room time to properly recover.
Realizing this, Irelia tried her best to tighten her lower muscles, striving to make her Senior Brother feel more pleasure, to prove her love for him.
Sensing Irelia's effort, Faen nodded in satisfaction. Lifting the girl whose feet were dangling off the ground on his "spear," he began a relentless barrage of thrusts.
Sona, who had been sitting in front of Faen to begin with, hadn't even processed what was happening before Irelia climbed onto Faen, her back to him and facing Sona directly. In an instant, Sona's entire line of sight and mind were consumed by the scene unfolding right in front of her. Her brain immediately crashed.