Faen was quite interested in the Darkin. These monsters, who had ruled Runeterra for several millennia in the past, still left behind countless lingering disasters even now. Leaving aside entities like Aatrox, the Darkin Blade—who had broken free from his seal but was so tormented by it that he lost his mind, his head filled only with destroying the world—later on, when Xolaani emerged, all of Runeterra was thrown into such chaos that it teetered on the brink of destruction, forcing Ryze to actively unleash the power of the World Runes to intervene.
Among them, although there wasn't much description of Styraatu, in Faen's eyes, she could serve as an excellent medium, allowing him to make contact with the other Darkin.
Thinking this, Faen opened the door to the Spirit Realm and stepped inside.
Seeing Faen walk in, Riven, though puzzled, did not hesitate or waver in the slightest, immediately following after him.
Having suppressed her internal discomfort, the current Riven might not have a deep understanding of Faen in other aspects, but in terms of power enhancement, it was absolutely real.
Following behind Faen, even though it was just simple walking, Riven could clearly feel that her connection with her own flesh and blood had become much tighter. If the previous Riven could, by concentrating, sense the state of each part of her limbs—like her arms, torso, or thighs—now, she could refine that perception down to the state of every single muscle.
Furthermore, Riven had a feeling that if she concentrated, she could make the power within her body erupt completely—not just a 100% eruption of her normal strength, but by controlling her muscle tissue, she could unleash power at 120%, exceeding her usual limit.
I... am becoming stronger.
Walking with her head down behind Faen, Riven unconsciously clenched her fists. While feeling exhilarated by her growing strength, she also understood why Seraphine and LeBlanc were so enthusiastic about being toyed with by Faen.
Although it sounded a bit strange, even Riven had to admit that under Faen's seemingly brutal actions, the pleasure produced was actually significantly greater than the discomfort. It wasn't that it overwhelmingly crushed the discomfort, but rather that even while feeling the discomfort, feeling that it was wrong, and realizing she was being degraded and humiliated, she would still feel an intense pleasure. Moreover, within this uncomfortable humiliation and degradation, a subtle sense of layering emerged.
It was like how the best way to increase the perceived brightness of a screen isn't to upgrade the hardware, but to lower the ambient lighting. This contrasting layering was like a beam of light appearing in the darkness; it would immediately attract a person's attention and gaze, making the perceived pleasure even more intense.
And... it seemed it wasn't just her strength that was growing.
Riven could feel that, aside from her muscular strength and her perception of her body becoming sharper, her vitality and physical stamina had also noticeably improved.
That white life essence, after entering her body, continuously radiated heat like charcoal in a furnace. However, compared to the fierce heat of charcoal, the energy converted from this life essence was gentler and warmer. It was like a ray of warm sunlight in the dead of winter, or like soaking in warm water after a day of exhausting labor, bringing a heartfelt sense of comfort and relaxation.
Precisely because of this, when LeBlanc asked her to be ready to help Faen "clean up" some of his needs at any time, Riven did not refuse...
"This is because it's your first time ingesting it."
Noticing Riven's thoughts, Faen gave a simple reminder.
Hearing Faen's words, Riven cast a puzzled look. Seeing this, Faen explained:
"Smiling frequently can effectively lower blood pressure, relax muscles, and release endorphins, the body's natural painkillers. Life expectancy is also four years longer than for those who are frequently depressed. And 'Joy' is a more comprehensive 'smile.' Although Joy sounds very simple, it can directly affect the performance of various human bodily functions. This includes recovery speed after taking damage, mental state during combat, and cognitive judgment. All of these are closely related to emotions before, during, and even after a battle."
Hearing this, Riven seemed to grasp something, and Faen continued to explain: "And the Joy Factor can directly induce the most primal joy through the connection of the Spirit Realm."
"You feel so wonderful now mostly because it's your first exposure. And often, a first experience always feels wonderful... well, even if it isn't that wonderful, human memory will automatically romanticize its first time."
Faen shrugged and said, "Once you ingest the Joy Factor a few more times, your body will naturally get used to this feeling. Although it will create a certain dependency, it won't be like it is now, where you can so obviously feel the changes in your body, leading to a psychological urge to immediately have a little more."
Hearing Faen's explanation, Riven couldn't help but blink. Then, she asked in confusion, "If that's the case... why did you tell me?"
Riven questioned, "If you wanted to play with my body, wouldn't it clearly be better to just let me hold it in until I couldn't take it anymore and proactively come begging you, just like that Seraphine?"
Riven knew Faen had ideas about her body. While Riven wouldn't feel shy about this, she also wouldn't try to use it to blackmail Faen or anything like that. Because Riven knew she didn't truly have the right to decide. If Faen really wanted it, then no matter how much she resisted or refused, she would have no power to fight back anyway.
Since that was the case, it was better to lay the cards on the table and speak plainly, saving everyone from beating around the bush—the temperament of a warrior was often very straightforward.
To this, Faen appeared entirely unhurried: "Those who know me well all know that I am an absolute purist when it comes to true love."
Riven didn't speak; she just quietly watched Faen spew bullshit.
Faen didn't feel the slightest discomfort. Instead, with a look of utter self-satisfaction, he pointed to his lower half and spoke frankly to Riven: "And I have absolute confidence in one thing: once you've tasted my 'stuff,' you'll never be able to forget it."
Hearing Faen's confident words, Riven opened her mouth, wanting to retort. But following the direction of Faen's finger, before she could utter a word of rebuttal, the girl couldn't help but swallow hard.
Faen's trousers weren't fully zipped up. That purplish-red "baguette," which had just pumped full two women, still stood tall and erect without the slightest sign of fatigue. Its terrifying size practically reached Riven's nose. Its surface was coiled with dark blue, hard veins like the roots of an old tree, pulsing and throbbing with Faen's breaths. At the eye of the glans, a drop of viscous, crystal-clear fluid hung precariously, radiating a thick, dizzying male musk that belonged to a primordial demon.
Riven took only one look and felt her throat dry and aching. She discovered in horror that her long legs, wrapped in fishnet stockings, had begun to tremble involuntarily. Beneath the thin panties of her "Bunny Girl" outfit, her tight flower house—never truly plowed before—was frantically contracting and writhing due to the visual impact before her.
Squelch...
A barely audible watery sound echoed in the quiet Spirit Realm. Catalyzed by the Joy Factor, scalding love juices erupted like a breached dam from the red, swollen soft flesh. Not only did it instantly soak her panties, it even slid greasily down her inner thighs, drawing lewd, watery trails across her smooth calves. Riven could clearly feel the Mark of Pleasure on her lower abdomen radiating a scalding heat, as if countless tiny mouths were clamoring about emptiness within her womb, yearning to be ruthlessly pierced and stuffed full by the thick meat rod before her.
Faen wickedly thrust his hips slightly. The scalding glans brushed almost imperceptibly against Riven's cheek, leaving a wet mark. "What? Has even the strength to retort been drained dry by this thing?" he chuckled aggressively.
Immediately after, she hurriedly turned her head away, muttering something unintelligible, and then continued following behind Faen, walking ever forward.