Feeling Faen's teasing hand, a blush of shyness appeared on Seraphine's face. However, this shyness didn't last long; under the influence of her body, it quickly transformed into a surge of arousal.
As Faen blatantly reached his hand under Seraphine's skirt, Riven's jaw dropped. For a moment, she didn't know if there was something wrong with her, or if there was something wrong with the world itself. Having just joined them and immediately witnessing such an explosive scene, it was absolutely impossible to say Riven felt nothing in her heart. Simultaneously, she felt a wave of bewilderment.
Did Seraphine not see me? Why doesn't she have any reaction at all... like, shame or something? Is it really appropriate to be this open in front of someone you've met for the first time?
Just as Riven was feeling bewildered by this, following Seraphine's arousal, Faen reached out, pulled both LeBlanc and Seraphine into his arms, and initiated a multi-person fitness exercise beneficial for physical and mental health.
Still wearing the bunny girl uniform and standing in place, Riven didn't know whether she should stay or leave. Especially as Faen thrusted into Seraphine's flower house, and as her spiritual pleasure reached its limit, Seraphine instinctively let out pants and moans. The melody of her innate magic spread outward through the spirit realm. Although these were instinctual moans rather than deliberate spellcasting—making the area of effect relatively limited—covering a single room was still effortless.
Swallowing hard, Riven could clearly feel her own body producing some very unsavory reactions.
While she hadn't started constantly going into heat on the way over like Seraphine, nor had her valley instantly flooded like a breached dam the moment she saw Faen, Riven could still clearly feel her body becoming increasingly active. Her heart rate accelerated, her blood flow quickened. Because of the change in attire, Riven could even clearly see two faintly visible small bumps swelling and protruding on the chest of her tight uniform.
If Riven could barely convince herself to accept the faintly visible bumps here—reasoning she just needed to cover them up a bit—the lower half of the uniform, which already made her legs look longer and more alluring due to the high cut, was now showing a distinct crevice as her body became active and engorged with blood. More accurately, it formed a small mound, and in the middle of that mound, the trace of a clear crevice appeared.
If she remembered correctly, this uniform should be made of leather, right? And it seemed to be some very expensive Wyrm leather. Although its design gave the impression of a Master's... no, of Faen's sex slave, in terms of strength, while the material's rigidity might not match Noxian Black Steel, its toughness, heat resistance, cold resistance, and magic resistance far exceeded black steel armor. And now, showing two "red beans" was one thing, but why was even her camel toe...
Thinking this, Riven couldn't help but clamp her legs tightly together, trying to hide that round, plump mound between her legs as much as possible. She held her breath and stood still, trying her best not to be influenced by Faen, LeBlanc, and Seraphine.
Waiting arduously, Riven could only keep her head down and try to ignore what was happening around her as much as possible. Even though Seraphine's wanton, lewd screams were right by her ear, and LeBlanc's fawning, slutty words were continuous, under her powerful willpower and constant deep breaths, Riven maintained her rationality and suppressed some of the inexplicable impulses emerging in her body.
Looking down at her lower abdomen, Riven could somewhat feel that the sensation was being transmitted exactly through the mark. The reason was simple: the current Riven could already feel a wetness spreading between her legs and beginning to slide down.
As the fluid seeped out, while Riven felt a slight release, she also felt her body's craving intensify. In a momentary lapse of focus, Riven instinctively, uncontrollably spread her legs. As her tightly clamped legs opened and the friction between them ceased, the mental pressure on Riven lessened slightly.
But soon after, she could see several viscous threads of water dripping down from the hem of her uniform—which was now clearly outlining her camel toe, or rather, the contour of her "layout." This made Riven feel ashamed and even irritated. However, after calming down slightly, Riven quickly noticed something peculiar.
Her strength... was growing.
As wisps of water slipped down, Riven could clearly feel that alongside the spreading wetness, a warm current was transmitting from the mark on her lower abdomen.
Just as Riven was enduring the waves of bone-melting itchiness between her legs, a scene of extreme depravity was unfolding on the couch ahead.
Faen, like a tireless beast, was currently folding Seraphine's petite body into an extremely shameful posture. That thick, ferocious purplish-red meat rod, stained with crystal-clear love juices and specks of first-night blood, was thrusting wildly and mercilessly in and out of the Piltie idol's red, swollen, and out-turned flower house.
"Ahhh—! Master... I can't... it's too deep, I'm going to be pierced through!"
Accompanied by the violent "smack-smack-smack" of flesh colliding, Seraphine's eyes rolled back, her long legs kicking helplessly in the air. Every time Faen plunged in completely, a clearly visible outline pushed up against her flat lower abdomen. The ultimate ecstasy made her completely lose her reason. Massive amounts of scalding love juices sprayed from the gap of their union like a high-pressure water gun, even splashing onto the floor nearby.
And LeBlanc, beside them, was even more wanton. This once-proud witch was now kneeling beside Faen like a female dog in heat, her plump breasts—kneaded red—greedily rubbing against the carpet. She proactively pulled apart her own rear hole—already muddy and continuously dripping white paste after just receiving Faen's thick cum. Looking at Faen with an almost begging, slutty gaze, a sweet, depraved moan of surrender escaped her throat: "Master... the front is completely satisfied. Please fill LeBlanc's back with your massive object too... LeBlanc's body feels so empty..."
This visual impact, filled with the thick scent of male musk and the odor of depraved bodily fluids, slammed into Riven's rationality like a heavy hammer. She discovered with horror that her own never-before-cultivated private parts had burst their dam frantically just from observing this ravaging. Scalding vernal waters slid down her inner thighs, even pooling into a small puddle on the floor.
Riven didn't know how to describe the form and feeling of this warm current, but as it sank into her body, Riven could feel her body beginning a slow growth.
Admittedly, the speed of this growth was very limited, even very slow. But Riven could feel it, and she could feel it clearly: her strength was increasing.
Moreover, this strengthening was comprehensive—her stamina was rising, the bones in her body were becoming sturdier, her soft tissues more flexible, and her intuition and reflexes sharper.
Mmm... Though she didn't want to admit it, Riven could also feel that the reason for this was inextricably linked to the "Joy" Faen was currently experiencing. Furthermore, her perception of Faen seemed to become increasingly sensitive alongside the growth of her strength...
"Do you feel it? A gift from Master."
While Riven was still hesitating, LeBlanc's voice drifted over from the side.
Following the voice and looking over, what entered her vision was the woman named LeBlanc, her entire body flushed and covered in scattered sweat. The two soft mounds on her chest were covered in handprints and tooth marks, and the two tender red "beans" were slightly swollen from the rough play; traces of pulling and tugging could be clearly seen.
Her upper body was like this, and her lower body was even more of a mess. The roughly pried-open flower bud remained unable to close, the tender petals turned outward. White nutrient fluid, thick like semi-solid yogurt, flowed slowly within the flower house. Yet, before it could even flow out, it was drawn back into the deepest depths by magic and carefully stored away, as if she were unwilling to waste a single drop.
"Master's status is far more exalted than you imagine. Even just being marked by Master brings endless benefits. Just as you are feeling now, all the joy in this world will become your strength."
LeBlanc said with a smile, "However, what you are absorbing right now are merely the scraps produced as a byproduct of Master's joy. As for the true main course, only those who truly taste it will know how delicious, tempting, and addictive it is, making one sink deeper into depraved infatuation."