Although it wasn't the first time Faen had turned her into such a mess, Riven felt a profound sense of shame every time, alongside an indescribable pleasure.
Many times, Riven even loathed herself for finding joy in Faen's physical "mistreatment" of her body.
Because of this, she had tried to refuse his advances more than once.
While Faen would politely withdraw his fingers, pull out his "baguette," and even manipulate the water to help clean her, Riven always felt a different kind of pain afterward.
As the process came to a sudden halt and she watched Faen leave, the night would leave her with an unprecedented sense of emptiness.
Her body would feel a gnawing regret, a physical protest, and an uncontrollable, deep-seated itch...
Over time, Riven had begun to adopt a state of "half-push, half-compliance."
She wouldn't initiate, but she wouldn't refuse either; she simply endured in silence.
However, today was noticeably different from before.
Just as Riven thought Faen would continue to use her throat as a toy for his brutal amusement, he suddenly pulled out.
Immediately after, Riven felt a scorching heat pressing against her petals.
She instinctively tensed her body and legs.
Looking at Faen, Riven pursed her lips; though her eyes held a spark of anticipation, they ultimately settled into a look of stubborn resistance.
This was true even though nectar was already overflowing from below, despite her hands trying to cover it.
Seeing this, Faen didn't force the issue. Instead, he lowered himself slightly.
Feeling the "baguette" grinding against her other "set of petals" below, Riven swallowed hard.
In the end, she merely lowered her eyelids, not covering that other flower as she had covered her secret valley.
Having her mouth used so frequently, Riven could feel her body craving Faen's "development."
Or rather, simply being used for her mouth and esophagus was no longer enough to satisfy her... it was only a matter of time anyway...
Thinking this, her head bowed, Riven's breathing gradually became rapid.
Seeing her response, Faen no longer hesitated and thrust himself inside with a satisfied grunt.
The next morning.
Opening her eyes and seeing Faen still beside her in meditation, Riven pursed her lips with a complex expression before climbing out of bed.
Although the motion was simple, it felt exceptionally laborious today.
As she stretched slightly, a strange sensation of burning and swelling radiated from her back end.
Normally, under the effect of the Joy Factor, a standard act of coupling wouldn't leave one with such discomfort the next day.
But yesterday was clearly not a "normal" situation.
Without Zeri or the others to absorb the "firepower," even though Faen had exercised some restraint—barely a "tasting"—it was still too intense for Riven's first time exploring her rear entrance.
Even if the Joy Factor mitigated the initial discomfort, a clear sense of "strangeness" remained.
But to say she felt repulsed or disgusted... she didn't.
Yesterday, she had been tormented until nearly dawn; the extreme fatigue and physical exhaustion had caused her to pass out several times, only to be jolted awake by waves of intense pleasure.
By all rights, she should be starving and exhausted, yet Riven felt her spirit and physical strength were remarkably abundant, aside from that slight swelling in the back.
She glanced at the clock on the wall—she had only slept for two hours, yet the quality of that sleep was unimaginably high.
On top of that, she didn't feel the slightest bit of hunger...
Moving slightly, Riven froze in place, looking down at her lower belly.
As a warrior, Riven's abdomen was undeniably flat and firm.
However, her once-clear abdominal lines were noticeably blurred today.
With a slight movement, if she paid close attention, she could hear the sound of liquid sloshing inside her...
It wasn't the sound of water, but a heavy, viscous, semi-solid "yogurt-like" liquid sloshing around.
In the past, she had only cleaned up the "scraps" left over by Zeri and the others.
While helping Faen clean up, she had occasionally sucked some residual milk from his "pipes," but this kind of proactive "milking" was a first for her.
And for a first time, it left Riven in a state of disbelief—how could there be this much?
...No wonder back in the Twin Cities, he always needed three or four girls like Zeri to handle him at once.
Thinking this, Riven felt a bit of a headache—because right now, Faen only had her.
She wasn't sure if her heart held more joy or unease; though it was a headache, Riven was never the type to get stuck in a mental loop.
Unable to wrap her head around it, she simply stopped dwelling on it.
She looked around, found her discarded underwear, and unhurriedly put it on.
Dressed, she turned back to look at Faen.
Although he was still meditating, there was a visible change in him compared to when she first woke up.
Indeed, Faen's "lower house" was already standing tall, "greeting" Riven.
He definitely knew she was awake and was pretending to meditate to tempt her—or rather, to give her a hint, right?
Somewhat speechless, Riven nonetheless obediently moved in front of Faen.
She let out a couple of huffs, telling herself in her mind that this was just "eating breakfast."
She then lowered her head, attempting to "bribe" the lower house to make Faen wake up sooner.
A long while later— "Phew, what a refreshing morning."
Stretching his limbs with satisfaction, Faen stepped out of the inn room.
Following behind him, Riven simply used a handkerchief to wipe the saliva from the corner of her mouth.
There was no helping it; given Faen's scale, even if she opened her mouth as wide as possible, the friction of that size going in and out would inevitably cause some fluids to leak.
Fortunately, the nutritious milk had finally been pumped deep into her throat and swallowed into her stomach, so there was no need to worry about waste or the residual Joy Factor harming other girls.
After his exclamation, Faen cast a smiling gaze at Riven behind him: "And you? How do you feel?"
"Not great."
Although she felt immense shame and shyness during the act, in daily life, Riven still upheld the virtues of a warrior.
Even if she felt pain or found things tricky, she would never show weakness to her "opponent."
She shot Faen a defiant look, but upon meeting his unchanging, smiling gaze, she quickly looked away.
She carried the giant blade on her back and silently followed Faen as his so-called "guard."