Hearing Usan's question, Faen didn't give a direct answer. He said calmly, "That doesn't depend on me. It depends on how you choose to view war yourself."
A look of confusion flashed in Usan's eyes. Before he could press further, Faen turned his gaze to Shen and revealed the Twin Dragon Mark. "In the name of the Mark of the Twin Dragons, I require the assistance of the Kinkou Order."
Regardless of whether this was Faen's own idea or a command from the Enlightened One, Shen reacted instantly, dropping to one knee. "What is the objective?"
"The objective is Fae'lor. I don't need many men, but they must be elite." Faen paused, then added, "For the sake of the balance between the two realms."
Shen responded with a silent Kinkou salute. After exchanging a look with Usan, the two quickly vanished from Faen's sight, likely heading off to contact the Order's finest.
With the Kinkou duo gone, Faen beckoned to the drowsy Riven. Although he didn't speak, Riven felt a sudden heat in her lower abdomen that jolted her awake. She looked at Faen with resignation. "I thought you'd be out in no time. Why did it take until nightfall? If you hadn't pumped my belly full of that filth last night, I'd probably be starving to death by now."
Hearing Riven's spiteful remark, Faen let out a chuckle. Showing no concern for being right outside the Temple's sanctuary, he reached out with the hand recently marked by Karma and heavily kneaded her flat, tight lower belly through her Ionian clothing.
"Mgh... what are you doing!" Riven gasped, trying to swat his hand away, but her legs went weak from the aching fullness in her abdomen.
Faen's palm carried a scorching magic, vibrating at an incredibly malicious frequency that shook the "nutritional milk" inside her womb that had yet to be fully absorbed. With every squeeze, Riven could clearly hear the shameful "squelch" of liquid sloshing inside her. Not only that, but her rear entrance—which had been forcibly cultivated just last night—and her muddy flower house both began to contract frantically and uncontrollably.
"Seems you haven't digested it all yet..." Faen leaned into her ear, his voice low and full of wicked amusement. "Since your belly is still full, isn't it time to feed the mouth down below?"
As he spoke, his other hand slid up under her garment, his rough thumb and forefinger ruthlessly pinching her already swollen and hard clitoris. A powerful current of ultimate bliss instantly short-circuited Riven's rationality.
"Ahhh—! N-no, not here..."
The once-proud female warrior could only bite her lower lip, a flush of humiliation rising to the corners of her eyes. Her tight tunnel sprayed out scalding love juices under the probing of his fingers, winding down her inner thighs. Right outside the sacred building, she not only had a belly full of her Master's cum, but she was also squirting and leaking in public from just a few simple teases. This extreme sense of immorality made her sword-wielding hands fall limp, leaving her to endure Faen's whims like a bitch in heat.
Riven let out an involuntary yawn. It wasn't that she was exhausted, she was just bored. Whether due to her nature as a warrior or her naturally impulsive character, Riven was not someone who enjoyed silence. To her, even anger or frustration was more refreshing than unchanging boredom and numbness. Because of this, aside from a few specific "issues," her general impression of Faen was quite good—he was never boring.
But now, having waited from morning until night, she felt as though her soul had drifted out of her body.
"What did you do with that Karma person? Those two suddenly became so respectful toward you."
She glanced at the departing Shen and Usan. "And from the sounds of it, there's going to be a fight?"
"You could say that." Faen nodded, then asked with a grin, "The opponent this time is Noxus. Not only is Swain, that old legion commander, involved, but so is your old boss Ambessa. Perhaps even LeBlanc will show up in person. How about it? Feeling particularly excited?"
"Knock it off. I'd be happy if I never saw a Noxian again." Riven snorted. After a moment of silence, she added with a look of irritation, "I know you're worried I won't be able to lift a finger against them, but you don't need to worry about that. Swain is one thing, but I dream of making Ambessa answer for what she did. And that woman LeBlanc... I want to tear her apart with my own hands!!"
"Though I probably can't beat her." Riven's eyes dimmed slightly as she admitted this.
Despite her fury and fighting spirit, Riven knew with absolute clarity that she stood no chance against LeBlanc. After all, LeBlanc was an opponent even Faen had to take seriously, and she herself... had been utterly dominated by Faen in every aspect, save for a few "specific areas."
Faen merely patted Riven's head. She gave him a disgruntled roll of her eyes but didn't stop him.
"Alright, stop thinking about it. Let's head back and rest," Faen said.
"You're the one who brought it up!" Riven was speechless. "And I've been resting all day."
Despite her words, she obediently followed Faen toward the exit of the Temple grounds. Though she knew he had wicked designs on her, after spending this time together, she realized she didn't hate or reject him as much as she thought she would. Especially after he had "taken her from behind"...
Thinking of that, Riven rubbed her temples—she really should have been firmer instead of half-heartedly complying back then. Now, her bottom line for Faen's demands was getting lower and lower, and the psychological unrest was manifesting as physical craving.
Beyond that, here in Ionia, Faen was—if not the only person she could trust—at least the only person she was familiar with.
Recalling the events of the morning, Riven couldn't help but steal a few more glances at Faen.
Noticing his little guard's gaze, Faen raised an eyebrow. "What? Thinking about me?"
"In your dreams." Riven curled her lip, but then added, "But my opinion of you has changed a bit..."
She paused and continued, "The Twin Cities really did get better because of you, but I always thought you were just someone who solved problems with his fists. I didn't expect you to say such sensible things to those old relics this morning... Well, I don't know how profound it was, but I understood what you were trying to say, and it was much clearer than anything those old men said."
Thinking of the morning's scenes, Riven's face filled with disgust. "I never imagined people could be that stupid. Even as a Noxian, I have to say—if someone is attacking your home and you won't even think of fighting back, and you try to stop others from resisting, you're the biggest idiots in the world! It made me want to vomit!!"
Clearly, "returning kindness with kindness and an eye for an eye" suited Riven's warrior heart much better.
"There's no helping it; that's part of Ionia's tradition, a remnant of ancient factors on this land," Faen said. "Even if those old fogies are indeed insufferable fools."
As he spoke, Faen patted Riven's buttocks. "You haven't moved all day; you must have quite a bit of excess energy built up. Come, let's go 'condition' your body."
Faen's hand landed suddenly on her perky rear. Recalling his brutal usage of her the previous night, Riven couldn't help but shudder. She shot him a disgruntled look and hummed a response without saying more. A faint pink blush appeared on her cheeks as she lowered her head and followed Faen back toward the inn.