As the first girl to take the baton from Syndra, Irelia faced the residual intensity of Faen's "firepower" head-on, but she was also the first to rest. Although her body hadn't fully repaired itself due to the excessive bombardment, her insides had largely recovered. This was one of the reasons Faen felt comfortable using her again.
And now, as Faen hoisted the young girl up once more, in Sona's vision, Irelia—who just a moment ago looked exhausted to the point of passing out—instantly regained her vigor. Radiating vitality and meeting Faen's impacts, her seemingly immature yet surprisingly well-endowed body overflowed with astonishing allure from top to bottom, as if she were born solely to be used by Faen.
As the "baguette" entered from the back door, the already full flower-room was squeezed from the inside. Accompanied by a soft whimper from Irelia, before Sona could dodge or avoid it, clear nectar mixed with thick yogurt sprayed out, splashing all over Sona's face.
While Sona was still somewhat frantically wiping the fluids off her face, Irelia collapsed entirely, as if drained of all her strength.
Because Faen was holding her waist and hips, and her lower half was anchored by his "baguette," there was no risk of Irelia falling to the ground. But as she lost her strength, her upper body fell entirely onto Sona's soft form.
The kind-hearted Sona instinctively caught the seemingly falling Irelia. Meanwhile, in a state of intense excitement with her rationality long gone, Irelia instinctively hugged Sona tight to stabilize her body, thereby better receiving her Senior Brother's plowing.
Before she knew it, when Sona snapped back to reality, the scene had turned into her hugging Irelia's upper body from below, while Irelia's lower body was still connected to Faen. And with Faen's continuous, heavy impacts, the heavy force transmitted through Irelia's body and landed on Sona.
At such a close distance, through the melody magic, Sona could clearly feel the surging joy, bliss, and love in Irelia's heart. The intense melody continuously bombarded Sona's nerves. Unable to speak, Sona instinctively cast her gaze toward Faen.
She originally thought Faen would stop there. But as Irelia continuously cried out Faen's name—or rather, while Irelia was moaning lewdly, accommodating Faen's assault, and enjoying this deepest form of love from her Senior Brother—Faen simply locked eyes with Sona peacefully. While maintaining eye contact, he continuously pounded Irelia's soft internal organs. As she cried out in joy, Irelia's consciousness echoed and rippled within Sona's mind.
Under that gaze, even though Irelia was the one being used, the resonance of the melody magic made Sona feel an intense, itchy heat all over her body. The soft flesh of her nether regions involuntarily contracted rhythmically. But because she was only sensing it and not truly experiencing it, an uncontrollable craving and emptiness arose within her.
It wasn't until Faen finished, and Irelia fell back into a deep, baby-like sleep, that Sona was still unable to process what had just happened. Seeing this, Faen didn't pay it too much mind. He gently laid the sleeping Irelia on the ground, used simple magic to help Sona clean herself up, then picked up the soaked, soft Sona and left the Spirit Realm. During this entire process, even as Faen carried her, Sona looked completely spaced out, her mind wandering elsewhere.
It wasn't an act. Sona's mastery of melody magic was closer to instinct; she hadn't undergone systematic training. Whether someone taught you these things or not made a world of difference.
Take Seraphine, for example. Previously, Seraphine could only unleash the most basic abilities of melody magic through singing, allowing people to find understanding under the same melody. But after Faen's "development," and the insights and teachings LeBlanc summarized after understanding the various intricacies of melody magic, the current Seraphine could infect the emotions of others with the melody of a simple snap of her fingers—making them angry, happy, or depressed—and convert those emotions into actual magical power for enhancement.
Mhm. The current LeBlanc could be considered the pillar of Faen's harem. Many girls had seen significant improvements through LeBlanc's guidance. Although it sounded a bit strange to say, having an elder in the house truly was like having a treasure.
Even though it was only a clone created by LeBlanc's main body, the vast majority of its memories and experiences were real. The girls in Faen's harem all possessed their own unique talents, aptitudes, potential, and abilities. What they lacked was simply an opportunity to unleash them. Now, Faen's "insemination" allowed them to grow rapidly, accumulating raw numerical power. And LeBlanc could use her experience and knowledge to cash in those stats and magical potential, turning them into solid, tangible power. Their rapid growth was only natural.
However, LeBlanc's power as an individual was ultimately limited.
Faen thought to himself—LeBlanc's understanding of surface-level Material Realm magic was indeed top-tier in Runeterra. After all, besides illusion magic, LeBlanc had thoroughly researched every type of magic that could be researched. The reason was simple: to completely destroy Mordekaiser. The magic she hadn't fully researched was mostly innate magic.
You can't research that stuff without the deep, heartfelt cooperation of the person who possesses it. Hide even a little bit, and a miss is as good as a mile. But since they were all girls under Faen's "rod," there was obviously no need to hide anything. Even if they did, Faen's "rod education" would quickly teach those disobedient girls the meaning of house rules.
But aside from that... the Spirit Realm was indeed LeBlanc's weakness. Although Faen was skilled at it, his methods were too unorthodox. Most were extensions based on Ashlesh's essence, forming a system meant for Spirit Realm lifeforms. It was useful for pure Spirit Realm entities like Janna, but lacked universal applicability for Material Realm creatures. So...
"I wonder how things are going with the Enlightened One, Karma."
Wondering what state Darha was in right now, Faen patted Sona's head, then turned and left, preparing to officially delve into matters regarding the Oovi-Kat region.
Meanwhile, deep within the Temple of the Long-Standing, in a room Darha had carved out specifically for herself—or rather, within Darha's own Spirit Realm.
Feeling the continuous, wave after wave of joy and bliss transmitting from the other side of the resonance mark, even Darha couldn't help but grit her teeth tightly.