"Looks like you're all having a pleasant chat."
Walking in from the outside, Faen casually threw Gangplank's corpse into the middle of the meeting room. At first, people didn't realize what had happened. But soon, when they saw clearly that it was a bisected corpse, a wave of uncontrolled screams and vomiting erupted.
This made Faen frown in annoyance. Not far away, noticing the change in Faen's expression, Camille also frowned slightly and quickly instructed the guards beside her. Soon, those councilors who hadn't seen blood were dragged out of the meeting room.
This would have been unimaginable in the past. But the remaining councilors took one look at Camille, then another at Faen—who nodded slightly to indicate his satisfaction—and simply lowered their heads in silence, pretending they had seen nothing.
Seeing the meeting room return to calm, Faen said with a face full of leisure, "I don't intend to participate in the future development of Zaun and Piltover. However, Bilgewater is indeed a troublesome matter that needs dealing with. Gangplank is right here now, and in a while, I will take a trip to Bilgewater to clean things up properly. When you are discussing, you don't need to consider the matter of the Bilgewater pirates."
Hearing Faen's words, a flash of joy crossed Zeri's eyes, while a corresponding flash of panic and gravity crossed Caitlyn's. This was because her starting point for coming to discuss the next steps for Piltover with Zeri today was entirely based on the threat Bilgewater posed to the Twin Cities region. Now that Faen had unilaterally resolved Bilgewater, it was equivalent to emptying the bullets from Caitlyn's gun. Even as a sharpshooter, the current Caitlyn would rather her rifle turn into a fire poker; at least it would hit harder when swung.
But Faen didn't care about any of that. He just shrugged and returned to his seat to slack off.
And just as Caitlyn thought, as the meeting resumed with Gangplank's corpse lying in the center of the room, the foundation of the "Bilgewater Threat Theory" collapsed. Facing Zeri's attacks, even Caitlyn could only respond in a panic. When the meeting finally ended, a look of profound relief surfaced on Caitlyn's face. Meetings like this definitely weren't like a school class that finishes in one session; rather, they involved continuous back-and-forth negotiation over the coming days until a mutually acceptable condition was ground out.
Like now, having her central argument unexpectedly destroyed made continuing the discussion sheer torture for Caitlyn. Now that it was over, she could finally get some proper rest and find a new angle to wrestle with Zeri.
However, feeling her mental exhaustion and the sudden relief of a lifted burden, Caitlyn knew more or less that in her current state, let alone finding a new argument to continue debating Zeri, she should thank the heavens if she could even recover her strength.
If it were in the past, Caitlyn would have felt helpless about this. But now, she had accepted her current identity and knew very well that tonight, she would probably have to serve a certain someone alongside her opponent, Zeri. Therefore, when thinking about certain matters now, the current Caitlyn was no longer as hesitant as before. Not long after the meeting was announced closed, she proactively approached Faen.
Seeing this scene, the surrounding councilors exchanged various glances. They didn't really think in any unsavory directions; after all, anyone could see how heavily Caitlyn had struggled through the second half of the meeting after her argument was unexpectedly destroyed. In such adversity, the fact that Caitlyn wanted to try a private, backdoor approach to bribe the true master of this Twin Cities dispute... at least in the eyes of the Piltovan councilors, this was incredibly normal. After all, they had been doing the exact same thing long before Faen arrived.
In fact, they were even somewhat envious of Caitlyn—because to others, it looked like Caitlyn was trying every possible way to bribe Faen. But in reality, others who wanted to bribe him didn't even have the chance...
Noticing Caitlyn's actions, Zeri beside her clearly knew that the current Caitlyn wanted to recover her spirit quickly, so she didn't stop her. She just excitedly blinked at Caitlyn, as if asking, "Aren't you being very open about this?"
To this, Caitlyn didn't know how to answer. She could only force a smile and then disappeared down the other end of the corridor by Faen's side.
In the lounge, sitting in a soft chair, Faen narrowed his eyes as he stroked Caitlyn's beautiful hair. Without the slightest frizz or greasy clumping, Caitlyn's hair was clearly maintained extremely well. When stroking it, he could clearly feel that silky, satin-like texture.
Kneeling before Faen, Caitlyn—who had just engaged in a series of oral gymnastics with Zeri during the meeting—rested somewhat tiredly between Faen's legs. After a moment, she began to lick, suck, and toy with him in small bites.
Faen was basically familiar with all of Caitlyn's tricks. But this time, compared to before, there were clearly a few subtle, detailed changes. Feeling the delicate little tongue launch an attack on the wrinkled sac holding the "ping-pong balls," the sudden softness and warmth made Faen narrow his eyes in comfort, satisfyingly stroking Caitlyn's hair once again.
"Not bad, your progress is so obvious~"
Faen's praise didn't make Caitlyn feel shy; instead, it aroused the greed deep within her body, catalyzed by the "Joy Factor." Under Faen's gaze, her slender fingers familiarly gripped the purplish-red meat rod, which had grown even thicker, more ferocious, and coiled with veins like horned dragons due to excitement.
"Mgh... slurp..."
Caitlyn opened those red lips that usually only discussed law and order, and took the massive, umbrella-like glans entirely into her mouth, sucking forcefully. The tip of her tongue nimbly and repeatedly licked the coronal sulcus. As her swallowing intensified, she actually swallowed the ten-plus-inch giant object into the deepest part of her throat, propping up a clear, rod-like outline on her swan-like, graceful neck.
Faen sneered. His large hand clamped down hard on the back of Caitlyn's head, and his waist suddenly exerted force, thrusting madly in and out of her oral cavity like a heavy pile-driver. The intense feeling of suffocation caused Caitlyn's eyes to roll back. Tears slid from the corners of her eyes, smudging her exquisite makeup. Her secret flower house—which wore no panties—was currently bursting its dam frantically due to the extreme aching fullness coming from her mouth. Scalding love juices sprayed out like a spring, sliding down her long legs wrapped in black silk stockings, even soaking a large patch of the carpet.
Under this near-abusive deep-throat servitude, Caitlyn's will completely collapsed. She slumped between Faen's legs, allowing the thick scent of male musk and sweet blood to stuff her airways. Her womb spasmed in waves within her lower abdomen from extreme craving, and every muffled groan escaping her throat was filled with the degrading, begging intent of a bitch in heat.
To this, Caitlyn didn't respond. She just kept licking while looking into Faen's eyes. This was because earlier, while in bed, Zeri had told Caitlyn that Faen really liked making eye contact while doing it. According to Caitlyn's guess, besides deepening her impression and making her body remember that astonishing shape and size, it was also to let her mind know exactly who her body and soul belonged to.
Mhm, the so-called sense of conquest... He likes watching girls with grand ambitions and lofty ideals have the purity in their eyes replaced little by little by depravity, greed, and infatuation, driven by desire.
She wasn't just thinking this secretly; she completely opened her thoughts to Faen, allowing him to read, sense, and perceive them. Precisely because of this, the Caitlyn in reality didn't hide her thoughts either. After toying with it for a good while, she finally spat out the already soaking wet sac and muttered somewhat helplessly, "You're simply awful."
"And are you sure you're not playing favorites with Zeri? Why is it that the moment I use Bilgewater as an example, you suddenly decide to take action against Bilgewater..."
As she spoke, Caitlyn lifted the hem of her skirt and stood up, revealing a "Water Curtain Cave" pouring with silver threads.