Looking at the crowd of people, their faces beaming with joy as they busily relocated the family's assets, Caitlyn's face also surfaced with a touch of emotion and complexity.
The family had toiled bitterly for the past few decades, only managing to hover in the middle tiers. Yet now, simply because she had attached herself to Faen, all the other families had silently carved out a share of their own interests to help them become the new top tier...
Although yesterday she had more or less realized what Faen had brought her through the changing faces of the trade aristocrats and Camille's attitude, seeing such a scene with her own eyes still made Caitlyn—who inherently revered order and civilization—sigh with emotion.
It was also at this time that the news of Caitlyn's return reached the ears of the rest of the family. Before long, Caitlyn's mother, the seasoned Madame Cassandra, hurried over. Originally, a faint trace of complaint hung between her brows, somewhat understandably given Caitlyn's sudden disappearance for an entire night. However, upon seeing Faen behind Caitlyn, a flash of realization quickly crossed Cassandra's eyes. She then approached Faen with humble dignity, curtsying to greet him:
"Greetings to you, Mr. Faen."
"You're too polite." Faen waved his hand, his expression showing little concern. But Madame Cassandra didn't stop there. Instead, she said with a face full of regret, "It is a pity we did not know Mr. Faen would be visiting today. Otherwise, House Kiramman would certainly have held a grand ceremony to welcome you. Now, letting you see the panic and embarrassment of House Kiramman's relocation... I hope Mr. Faen will not mind."
"It's fine. I was just passing by; I'm here to handle other matters."
Faen waved his hand, a flash of impatience crossing his brow. Seeing this, Madame Cassandra quickly withdrew her internal thoughts and changed the subject: "Since that is the case, if you need anything, Sir, you can have Caitlyn relay it directly. No matter the request, House Kiramman will do its utmost to fulfill it. I shall not disturb you and the others any longer."
Hearing this, Faen nodded, and Cassandra also cast a glance at Caitlyn. Although there were no excessive words, Caitlyn could more or less understand her mother's meaning—serve Faen well.
This made Caitlyn feel somewhat helpless. After her mother left, she looked at Faen beside her, shrugged, and said, "Obviously, my mom doesn't understand you either."
Although the time they had spent together wasn't long, Caitlyn had already grasped some aspects of Faen's personality—mainly because Faen rarely hid anything. He basically said whatever was on his mind, and there was nothing he felt compelled to conceal. This led to Faen being quite casual about the vast majority of things. Whether it was his personality, his hobbies, or even his preferred sexual positions and the different ways he toyed with people, Caitlyn had more or less noted them down during her observations over these days.
In terms of daily life, Faen didn't possess that aristocratic tone that even Caitlyn found unbearable. Caitlyn found it hard to understand why those trade aristocrats insisted on imitating the old nobles of Noxus's Immortal Bastion or Demacia's Grand Plaza, putting on an affected tone and speaking with a strained voice.
Something that could be said in one sentence had to be twisted and turned several times. Born into a prestigious family, Caitlyn knew very well that her future marriage would likely be a loveless political arrangement. Just the thought that her marriage partner might be one of those guys educated from childhood to have a "tone"... just thinking about it gave Caitlyn a massive headache.
Fortunately, Faen right now—leaving other things aside—was at least normal in daily communication. One could even say he suited Caitlyn's tastes quite well, because on some issues, Faen's insights always made her eyes light up. According to Caitlyn's guess, this was probably also because Faen was an outsider to the Twin Cities, so he could see things more clearly.
As for the aspects that were harder to accept—such as his private life and his hobbies during intimate interactions... the first time she saw them, Caitlyn genuinely felt unacceptable, repulsed, disgusted, and even nauseated. But now... she was almost used to it?
Or rather, it was more than just being used to it. Take LeBlanc's breakfast this morning as an example. Caitlyn could even understand why LeBlanc was so enthusiastic about eating Faen's hand-made "yogurt toast"... Of course, understanding is one thing. Caitlyn could at most accept drinking fresh-squeezed milk directly; something like that twice-processed yogurt toast... was absolutely unacceptable.
Thinking this, Caitlyn's face showed difficulty and suspicion—well, I definitely can't accept it right now. Considering the effects of the Joy Factor, Caitlyn didn't know how low her bottom line would be trained by Faen in the future.
As for right now...
Faen's restless, large hand didn't stop at just kneading her buttocks. His rough fingers familiarly pushed aside the edge of the brand-new panties she had just changed into today, directly probing into her secret valley, which was already a muddy mess from being in heat.
"Mgh... Mr. Faen..."
A suppressed, muffled groan escaped Caitlyn's throat. Faen's fingertips maliciously flicked repeatedly against that already blood-engorged, hard clitoris, while simultaneously thrusting two fingers mercilessly into her wet, tight flower house. Accompanied by sticky, wet "squish-squelch" sounds, a large amount of turbid juice—a mixture of yesterday's residual essence and fresh love fluids—dripped down Faen's fingers, thoroughly soaking those expensive silk panties.
In broad daylight, in a situation where she could be stumbled upon by family servants at any moment, Caitlyn discovered in horror that not only did she not push Faen away, but her thoroughly trained body was actually spasming frantically due to this extreme sense of immorality. Her legs were so weak she could barely stand; she could only lean weakly into Faen's embrace. Her lower half writhed uncontrollably, and the greedily squirming vaginal walls were even desperately sucking on Faen's fingers, as if begging for that thicker, scalding giant object to fill her emptiness.
Feeling Faen's large hand—which had slipped under her skirt at some unknown point—grabbing and kneading her plump buttocks, Caitlyn could only show a helpless expression and slightly tilt her rear upward. She couldn't be sure about other things, but regarding Faen's spontaneous urges like this, Caitlyn had basically recognized reality and began to silently enjoy it amidst her slight resignation.
But then again...
"With so many girls here, do you really have to focus on messing with me..." Caitlyn looked at Faen with some helplessness.
Behind Faen, arriving in Piltover alongside him—excluding Zeri and Seraphine—were Riven, wearing a standard bunny girl uniform, and Jinx, who had a casual expression and was recklessly observing the house's decorations with her hands behind her head. Counting Caitlyn, there were a total of five girls around Faen. Caitlyn couldn't understand why Faen insisted on focusing on her. It couldn't just be because this was her home, so he had to target her, right? That fetish was just too weird...
"Because you just happen to be right next to me. It's convenient." Faen shrugged, then added, "But rather than that, you should prepare yourself."
"Prepare myself? Prepare for what?" Caitlyn looked puzzled.
Just as Caitlyn was wondering, the next moment, she understood why Faen had warned her like that.
"Caitlyn! So you're here! I've been looking for you for ages, I finally found you!"
Running over from outside, Vi's face was filled with deep concern. Seeing Vi, Caitlyn's heart skipped a beat, but she quickly realized she wasn't feeling much panic. She merely paused for a moment, then moved a bit closer to Faen, blocking the arm Faen had slid under her skirt.