Seeing the affection rising on Caitlyn's face, Vi felt an inexplicable surge of nervousness in her heart.
Despite Vi giving off a carefree impression—as if she didn't care about anything, always living by her own rules and never suffering from internal friction—anyone who had watched Arcane knew just how soft Vi's heart truly was.
Just like now. Although she had also developed some vague romantic feelings for Caitlyn and would instinctively draw closer to her in their daily interactions, when the plot actually progressed to mutual confessions and taking their relationship beyond friendship, Vi's heart became exceptionally tense.
Ultimately, Vi's social and life experiences were extremely limited.
Especially after Silco's rebellion against Vander, which forced Vi to leave Zaun and subsequently be arrested to live in Stillwater Hold.
The harshness of the environment in Stillwater Hold went without saying. The mere fact that the prison was located on an isolated island offshore demonstrated that simply existing near the urban area of Piltover would cast a shadow over the good name of the "City of Progress."
But truth be told, Vi's life was actually somewhat decent—compared to the other inmates.
The main reason for this was Vi's identity as Vander's adopted daughter. To prevent an "accident" from happening to this "chess piece" that could be used against Zaun in the future, Vi's life in Stillwater Hold was even better than the vast majority of Zaunites. This was evident from the excellent physique Vi managed to cultivate while in prison.
Ordinary mortals would thank the heavens if they could get half-full. But someone like Vi could not only eat her fill but also practice her boxing.
However, precisely because of the dull training in prison, Vi's already poor interpersonal skills became even worse. Now, meeting Caitlyn's gaze, alongside excitement and pleasant surprise, Vi felt her heart pounding uncontrollably, as if it would leap out of her throat the very next moment.
Thinking this, Vi took a deep breath, raised her head to look at Caitlyn, took another deep breath, and finally looked at Caitlyn earnestly, saying, "You are unique to me, Caitlyn."
Vi pursed her lips. She didn't have much talent for words, but sometimes, words didn't need fancy embellishments. Simply expressing the feelings in one's heart with concise language was enough.
Although she didn't know this principle, it was exactly what Vi was doing now. Taking a deep breath, she looked at Caitlyn before her and said, "In Stillwater Hold... that hellhole, all I could smell was rust, mold, and... the scent of despair. I thought that was my end. I thought I was going to rot in there and stink up the place with the rest of the scum..."
As she spoke, Vi's eyes slowly focused. Gradually, the unease and tension in her heart began to disappear. Her gaze became complex, carrying a touch of pain, but mostly a certain unbelievable light.
"Then... you appeared."
"An Enforcer from Piltover. At the time, I thought, Fuck, another high-and-mighty Topsider coming to look at the joke, huh? Or trying to squeeze something out of me?"
"But you were different. Caitlyn, you... were really different. You weren't disgusted by the mud and blood all over me. You weren't disgusted by my foul mouth and bad temper. You pulled me out of that tomb of the living dead. You gave me food, you treated my wounds... You even gave me... respect."
As she spoke, Vi's gaze was already filled with sincerity and earnestness. She hadn't said these words in the past, but clearly, this was what she thought. Feeling Vi's gaze, Caitlyn also felt a warmth and gentle joy rising in her heart.
"You showed me another world—not just the fists of the Undercity and the hypocrisy of Topside," Vi continued sincerely. "You let me know that there are people in Piltover... like you. Upright, kind, bubbling with stupidity... yet strong and gentle. You cared about me. Maybe at first, it was because of my identity. But I could feel that later on, that care wasn't because I had some use value. You just... cared about me as a person. That feeling... is so fucking unfamiliar, but also... so good it doesn't feel real."
Saying this, Vi couldn't help but cover her face, feeling somewhat embarrassed but also inexplicably relaxed. It was like a massive boulder had suddenly fallen from her chest, bringing forth more impulses within Vi's heart.
But the one even more excited than Vi was the current Caitlyn.
Looking at Vi before her, Caitlyn suddenly reached out and grabbed Vi's arms. Meeting Vi's slightly panicked eyes, Caitlyn said softly, "And then?"
"What do you mean 'and then'..." Feeling Caitlyn's gaze, Vi inexplicably felt somewhat shy. This brought a slightly contrasting blush of bashfulness to the face of the heroic girl known for her handsome capabilities—but in reality, this was Vi's true nature. In their relationship, Caitlyn was the one taking the initiative.
"Without you, I probably would have died in that stinking gutter long ago, or turned into a lunatic who only knew hatred," Vi said softly. "You pulled me back to the world of the living. You gave my rotten life... a little bit of meaning that I don't even understand, but definitely exists."
Saying this, Vi took a deep breath. Steeling her heart, she closed her eyes and said, "So... what I want to say is... I don't want to just be friends with you! I don't want the feelings between us to just be friendship! Caitlyn. It's not gratitude, it's not dependence... It's... I like you!"
"Me too!" Caitlyn gave a firm response.
Hearing Caitlyn's words, Vi opened her eyes in pleasant surprise.
However, during this incredibly pure, deeply romantic moment of mutual affection, the body beneath the skirt of Caitlyn's Enforcer uniform was undergoing an extremely lewd collapse. Accompanied by the immense mental joy produced by Vi's confession, the "Mark of Pleasure" belonging to Faen deep within her lower abdomen detonated completely.
"Squelch... drip..."
An extremely faint yet sticky watery sound echoed between Caitlyn's tightly clamped legs. Her completely bare secret flower house spasmed violently under extreme sexual arousal. The soft flesh turned outward and quivered uncontrollably. The massive volume of thick cum that Faen had violently shot inside her, barely held back deep within her vagina, mixed with her own spring-like scalding slutty juices, completely bursting the dam. Thick white paste, trailing long, lewd silver threads, flowed wantonly down her smooth inner thighs, even soaking a small patch of the park bench.
Caitlyn bit her tongue hard to prevent the sweet, depraved moans—like those of a female dog—from escaping her throat. Her plump breasts, tightly wrapped in her uniform, were now aching with engorgement. Her nutmeg-hard nipples rubbed constantly against the fabric, bringing waves of electric, numbing tingles. Her womb was frantically contracting and twitching. Every single cell in her body, transformed by the "Joy Factor," screamed of emptiness, instinctively craving to be roughly impaled and ruthlessly churned once more by Faen's thick, ferocious meat rod.
This extreme sense of immorality—"sincerely confessing to the girl she loved while her lower body leaked water from continuously climaxing because it was filled with another man's semen"—caused Caitlyn's reason to be almost completely melted away by pleasure.
Looking at the joy in Vi's eyes, Caitlyn could feel that her mind and body had reached the critical point of joy—she only needed the final push, just one last thrust. She only needed one more time of the blissful feeling when Faen pinned her to the bed, pressing against her deepest core and pumping her full with a swoosh-swoosh-swoosh. Then she would no longer be affected by Faen. Her body would no longer rely on that sensation and sound of life-giving serum sloshing and squelching inside her flower house with just a few casual steps.
At the very moment Caitlyn realized this, the dependence and craving for Faen within her body arose simultaneously. Combined with the strengthening and vitalization of her body by the Joy Factor, this made Caitlyn's emotions increasingly intense. Looking at Vi, she practically threw herself into an embrace without hesitation.
Seeing Caitlyn suddenly hug her, a flash of panic crossed Vi's eyes. Then, she responded hastily and somewhat awkwardly. At the same time, a sliver of doubt arose in her heart—Why does Caitlyn feel... exceptionally excited?
In the distance, Jinx crushed the brass binoculars in her hand almost instantly.