lol: After being blessed by the Happy Demon, I became the harem king

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A prodigal son returns—what a story that fits the Ionian worldview, right? No wonder Shen always tells him to learn from Riven—which is also one of the reasons why Akali knows Riven so well. Before witnessing the situation in the Ionian coastal region, Shen, and those who, like Shen, harbored illusions about Noxus, believed that there was still room for maneuver.

Therefore, Shen and the others never gave up on trying to make Akali understand the principles of balance and justice, hoping that she would stop rebelling.

It wasn't until they witnessed firsthand the damage done to the coastal areas that Shen and the others stopped talking about the prodigal son's return.

Akali knew very well that someone like Riven, lost and confused, would naturally develop feelings for someone who offered redemption and companionship. After all, it had to be said, her teacher was indeed exceptionally talented and handsome. At least in Akali's eyes, he was far superior to her conventional Ionian peers…

God knows how much Akali hates those traditionalists... all they do is preach and preach all day long, but if you really ask them why they do it this way, they all stammer and can't say anything, as if their mouths have been gagged. They just keep repeating nonsense like, "That's how tradition is. Can we be wiser than our ancestors?"

Based on this, at least in Akali's opinion, what she really liked about her teacher was not his superior appearance, but rather his unpretentious, unrestrained, and spiritually free-spirited temperament.

However… this shouldn't be the reason why Sona has such a good impression of her teacher, right? After all, this busty woman has only known her teacher for less than half a day, and they haven't even exchanged more than a few words along the way—after all, she's mute. But why is her gaze so intimate?

Akali wasn't jealous; she was just curious why Sona was getting close to a stranger she'd only recently met.

Disliking the reserved culture of Ionia, Akali, sensing the confusion, asked directly, "Teacher, are you familiar with Sona?"

Upon hearing Akali's question, Fain, who was leisurely riding his horse, turned around and said, "It's similar to your relationship with Sona. It's the first time we've met. What's wrong? Why are you asking this all of a sudden?"

Akali responded, "It's nothing, it just feels a bit strange. When Sona looked at the teacher, it was as if she had seen a long-lost relative. And when the teacher looked at Sona, his eyes were full of gentleness, as if they had met before."

When Akali said that seeing Fain felt like seeing a family member, Sona blushed and then lowered her head shyly.

In response, Fain said, "Because I can communicate with Sona."

"Communicate?" Akali looked surprised. "Isn't Miss Sona mute? How can she communicate?"

After saying that, Akali seemed to realize that there was something wrong with what she said, and said to Sona with a helpless expression, "I didn't mean to hurt you, it's just... I'm a little curious, because I also want to chat with you... or something."

Upon hearing this, Sona forced a smile and nodded to indicate that she understood.

Sensing Akali's confusion, Fain simply explained his knowledge of melody magic.

"Melody magic? I didn't know it could be like this?" Akali's eyes lit up with surprise upon hearing this. Sona nodded to Akali and then gestured in sign language, clearly trying to explain. Unfortunately, Akali didn't understand sign language, so she simply looked at Fain instead.

In response, Fain acted as Sona's translator, saying, "Sona said she also wants to be friends with you, but she was born without the ability to speak. She hopes that if you feel uncomfortable, you can tell her in time, because she doesn't want to lose friends."

"Oh, no problem. I was just curious why you and the teacher keep making eye contact so often. I didn't feel uncomfortable." Akali quickly waved her hand and said, "I can be a bit blunt sometimes. I apologize if this has caused you any bad feelings."

While those who follow the Way of Balance consider it rebellious, Akali herself doesn't see anything wrong with it—speaking bluntly and without subtlety is rebellious? That's utterly absurd.

When Sona first encountered someone like Akali, she blinked, but like Seraphine, Sona could also sense others' thoughts through melody magic. Especially someone like Akali—speaking frankly, in other words, consistent in word and deed.

While Sona was still thinking about it, Fain said, "Sona likes you very much."

"Huh?" Akali pointed at herself in surprise and said, "Me? You like me? Really?"

Akali's surprise was genuine, because for quite some time, people she encountered thought she was somewhat rebellious and spoke unpleasantly.

Sona was so shy and excited that she didn't know how to express herself. She waved her little hands wildly as if trying to explain, but Akali understood Sona's sign language perfectly.

Just then, Fain continued, "You know the traditions of Ionia. To appear subtle and harmless, many people say one thing but think another. Of course, there's nothing wrong with that; a gentleman judges by his actions, not his intentions. Being able to control one's evil thoughts is also a virtue of will. But melody magic can make people sense some of the other person's thoughts. Although it doesn't reach the level of mind reading, it's enough to perceive some tendencies."

"In that respect, your honesty is a rare virtue for Sona."

"Huh? Is that how it is?!" Akali was hearing a similar theory for the first time and stared wide-eyed with curiosity.

Meanwhile, having her thoughts exposed, Sona was already so ashamed that she could hardly control herself. Seeing that Fain was about to say something more, she rushed towards Fain in a moment of desperation.

357. The Problem of Akali

Akali's eyes flashed with surprise as she watched Sona lunge at Fahn, seemingly completely unprepared for Sona's strong reaction. Fahn, watching Sona's charge, made no attempt to dodge—dodge? Dodge my foot! Sona didn't even reach him.

It can only be said that Sona's fragile appearance is completely inconsistent with her physical strength. Although she pounced on Fain, judging from the trajectory of Sona's pounce, let alone hitting Fain, it would be a miracle if she didn't fall face-first to the ground.

He took the initiative to go to her, and just as Sona was about to land, he scooped her up and put her on the horse in front of him. Fain said with a helpless expression, "Don't be so shy. Akali won't hate you because of this. On the contrary, we all like Sona because of such a wonderful quality."

Upon hearing Fan's words, Sona, who had been struggling in front of Fan, paused slightly, then cautiously raised her head to look at Fan, a hint of doubt in her eyes.

'Really? '

Even without the exchange of melody magic, Faen could clearly sense the girl's unease and anxiety.

Looking at Sona lying sprawled on the horse before him, sensing the unease in the young girl's heart, Fain placed his hand on her smooth back. Wearing a long, sheer dress that didn't reveal any light, Fain could still clearly feel the warm, delicate smoothness of her skin. As he stroked Sona's back, Fain said unhurriedly, "Of course it's true. If you don't believe me, you can ask Akali and Riven… No need to say anything, just look at them."

Upon hearing this, Sona calmed down slightly, then cautiously raised her head to look behind her.

Akali simply shrugged indifferently: "It's fine, I think it's great. Whether you like it or hate it, just say it or express it directly. Hesitating and hiding it is really disgusting... Well, if there's anything strange, it's that your reaction was a bit too much."

Akali looked puzzled, resting her hand on her chin as she pondered, "Logically speaking, even if you feel uncomfortable about something this small, you'd only feel embarrassed at most... Isn't Miss Sona being a little too sensitive?"

Hearing Akali's words, Sona lowered her head slightly. Sona was now lying in front of Fain—the horse was barely spacious when Fain was alone, but now, with Sona on top, it felt incredibly cramped. Especially since Sona was lying sideways on the horse's back, her full buttocks and excessively voluptuous breasts hanging on either side of her slender waist. Her pert buttocks were pleasing to the eye, but her breasts were pressing firmly against Fain's legs, which were in the stirrups.

With a slight bow of her head, Sona instantly flattened her loose clothing into a soft, milky pancake. Lacking experience in communicating with people, Sona didn't even realize how inappropriate this was.

Akali might not notice, but Riven knew Fahn inside and out. Even though Fahn's face didn't change, Riven could tell from the slight trembling of his pants that he was definitely aroused...tsk, with that size, it's probably already pressing against Sona's belly, right?

Thinking this way, Riven hadn't felt anything before, but from Fain's previous hints, she realized that Fain definitely wanted to play with her and keep her hanging on. Riven felt a pang of bitterness.

Although she had long accepted that Fain's private life was chaotic and that she needed to share... or rather, serve many beautiful girls to make Fain feel comfortable, Riven still wanted to have Fain all to herself.

However, it was just a thought. After all, she couldn't stand it when Faen just pushed her flower garden a little. Even when she was served by Zeli and the others, by the time she rested, Faen would have made her loose and her baby room slightly protruding and about to fall out. Even with the enhancement of the pleasure factor, she could quickly regain her tightness. This was enough for Riven to realize that she definitely couldn't satisfy Faen on her own.

But now, she can't have her. It looks like Sona will soon be devoured by Fain and turned into his personal dairy slave. Riven still feels a growing sense of envy and longing spreading within her.

It's itchy... my lower tummy is itchy... I want Farn... that thing to press against... rubbing against my tummy...

As Riven was lost in thought, Fain patted Sona in front of him. This made Sona, who was already nervous, tense up even more. If it wasn't too noticeable to look at, Fain, who was already standing tall and puffing out his chest as he made his appeal to the Upper House, could clearly feel Sona's soft belly harden slightly with tension. Although it didn't have the defined, strong features of female warriors like Riven or Vi, Fain could still sense the girl's feelings through the slight friction as it went from soft to hard.

Thinking about it, Fane also said to Akali, "Actually, this is a very normal thing."

"Is that normal?" Akali seemed a little skeptical upon hearing this.

Seeing this, Faen added, "Only a very few people in this world can communicate with Sona through the shared magic of melody. In other words, for the past ten years or so, Sona has lived in a social environment where communication is impossible and difficult. But people need to communicate, and stopping communication means losing touch with society for a long time. In this situation, once social connections are re-established, those accumulated social needs will suddenly burst forth, making her seem talkative, overreacting, and sensitive. In reality, it's just that Sona herself is also longing for someone to understand her."

After a pause, Fane pointed at Akali and said, "Based on this, Akali, you are the same."

"Uh? Me?" Akali looked doubtful. "Really?"

“It’s hard to notice these things on your own,” Farn explained. “Because it’s difficult for people to clearly realize whether they are talking more or less. In fact, after living in the oppressive environment of the Equilibrium Church for a long time, have you noticed? You often complain to me about some people or things in the Equilibrium Church that you don’t like.”

358. Sona's Repayment

Upon hearing Fain's words, Akali blinked, then asked with a look of suspicion, "Really? Do I complain that often?"

“If you don’t believe me, ask Riven.” Farn shrugged.

Upon hearing Fain mention her, Riven snapped out of her reverie, recalling what Fain and Akali had just discussed. After a moment of silence, she subconsciously pursed her lips under Akali's questioning gaze, then whispered, "Ah... more or less, it's just that I've been holding it in for too long... and when it came time to release... I was very sensitive..."

Riven is good at summarizing.

Upon hearing Riven's description, Fain remained composed, while Akali's expression was slightly more subtle. Even as a naive young girl, Akali could still sense from Riven's strange demeanor that Riven seemed to be giving a nonsensical answer. But upon closer inspection, it didn't seem to make much of a difference; she was simply restating what Fain had just said…

Without giving it much thought, Akali simply scratched her head and looked at Fain beside her, saying, "Oh, I see... I'll be more careful in the future."

“There’s no need to worry about such things.” Upon hearing this, Fain shook his head and said, “In any case, it’s better to say it than to keep it to yourself, and the fact that you’re willing to tell me these thoughts shows that you subconsciously trust me, which makes me happy.”

"That's good." Akali nodded in agreement.

After finishing talking about Akali, Fain gently stroked Sona's head.

While stroking her, Faen also said, "Sona too. Sona is a good girl, we all know that, so Sona doesn't need to worry about expressing her inner thoughts, and she doesn't need to feel ashamed or nervous, because we all know that Sona is like this because she is close to us."

Hearing Fain's words and feeling his hand on her head, Sona, who had been feeling ashamed and nervous because her thoughts had been revealed, felt inexplicably at ease.

Feeling that Sona beneath him had calmed down, Fain said, "Then I'll take you back now."

Fane pointed to the horse that had originally belonged to Sona. Upon hearing Fane's words, Sona didn't respond immediately, but fell into a brief silence. Seeing this, Fane didn't urge her but waited quietly. Seemingly sensing that Fane was waiting for her, Sona pursed her lips after a short while, then spoke through melody magic, "May I sit here with Mr. Fane?"

"Sit here with me?" Upon hearing this, Fain blinked slightly in surprise, then said, "Of course, it's no problem for me... Let me help you up first."

As he spoke, Fain lifted Sona's soft body. Although he had seen many girls before, when Fain touched Sona directly like this, even through her gauze skirt, he was still amazed by the incredible softness of her body.

Without exaggeration, even among the many girls in Faen, Sona's body is definitely the most supple—this suppleness isn't about the flexibility of her joints, it's simply pure softness. Her body, like warm jade, feels like elastic water to the touch, giving the impression that you could easily pinch into the soft flesh of that young girl with the slightest pressure.

As a master of developing postures, states, and positions, Fain advocates quality, not quantity. Quantity can be easily replenished, but quality is different; girls possessing noble qualities are extremely rare. And only such girls, in Fain's view, are worth developing. Like Zelly and Jinx, although their figures are far from voluptuous, after development, the unique charm they exude always captivates Fain, leaving him wanting more.

And what about Sona now? Leaving aside her mental qualities, even before her potential has been fully developed, her physical condition already surpasses many of the girls in Fain. Not only does she have a high, full bust, but also a slender waist and a shapely bottom. Especially her buttocks; although I haven't actually experienced them, experience tells Fain that Sona's are definitely fuller than LeBlanc's. She's already like this before development even begins; it's unimaginable what she'll be like after development.

While Fain was still thinking in surprise, Sona, with Fain's help, managed to regain her normal posture and then gently lifted her plump buttocks to sit on the horse's back.

As soon as she sat down, Sona felt something gently pressing against her buttocks. Puzzled, she frowned, then, also somewhat confused, lifted her rounded buttocks and shifted back towards Fain's embrace. Although Sona herself didn't notice, Fain could clearly feel her plump, round buttocks pressed against his body.

Just as expected—or even softer, especially after Sona sat down. The experienced Fane could be sure and clearly feel that, unconsciously, the girl's plump, juicy white buns and full, fleshy buttocks had worked together, separating into two halves that held the hot dog in the middle.

If it were anyone else, they might have chosen to quietly enjoy this unexpected joy, but Fain never liked to dawdle or hesitate. Akali didn't notice, Riven did—but it didn't matter. Fain then asked Sona in her mind:

"Sona, are you feeling a little uncomfortable sitting here?"

Upon hearing this, Sona blinked, then wiggled her plump hips, carefully feeling her lower body before saying, "A little bit, I feel something pressing against my lower body... Is it the saddle? Is it affecting Mr. Fain?"

Sona was a little nervous because she hadn't gone more than three kilometers from the orphanage, let alone ridden a horse. Her prolonged isolation from society, even if it wasn't her fault, always made Sona feel and fear that it was her fault when people talked about it.

Sensing Sona's tension, Fain reached out and patted her head. Feeling Fain's touch, Sona relaxed slightly, though she still looked at Fain with some worry.

Seeing this, Farn said, "Don't worry, it doesn't affect me at all, and it's very comfortable. I was just asking because I was afraid that Sona might feel uncomfortable sitting like this."

Hearing that Fain was unaffected and comfortable, Sona secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Then, she pursed her lips and asked softly in Melody, "It's good that Mr. Fain wasn't affected... Hmm, what can Sona do to make Mr. Fain more comfortable?"

359·Encounter

Upon hearing Sona's question, Fain's eyes lit up, and he immediately began to offer guidance.

Hearing Fain's guidance, Sona tentatively wiggled her hips. Although the movement was very slight, and even Akali beside her didn't notice anything amiss, the effect was obvious. Before, her two full, plump petals were barely holding the hot dog between them. Now, with the girl's slight wiggle, the hot dog sank in halfway.

In other words, hot dogs nowadays are flat and lying on top instead of being combed; otherwise, hot dogs would have already wandered into the depths of lotus flowers.

Feeling the girl's softness and warmth, Fain's expression remained unchanged, but Sona's face clearly showed a blush.

Despite lacking prior knowledge, Sona could clearly feel something subtly amiss in her body. A warm breath emanated from below, causing her delicate petals to stir restlessly. This primal pleasure was a first for Sona, and although she didn't know why, she could sense that Fane behind her was thoroughly enjoying it. Especially as Sona slightly shifted her hips, Fane rewarded her by placing his hand on the top of her head. The warmth of his large, calloused hand brought Sona a strange sense of happiness and joy.

Akali couldn't see it, but Riven, standing nearby, could easily spot the clues.

Already harboring some suppressed emotions, Riven became even more silent after witnessing this scene. Unconsciously, the resentment in Riven's eyes grew stronger—this time, she was determined to prove to Fain that she wasn't someone who couldn't live without his...thing!

That night, Akali found a random place to use the restroom and then lazily walked towards her tent.

It may sound strange, but finding a public restroom in this remote area is practically impossible. For someone like Akali to specifically find a secluded spot, throw a smoke bomb, and use the restroom already shows a high level of privacy. At least she didn't just randomly pick a place and leave like it was her own home, completely indifferent to the people coming and going.

Akali's tent was inside the camp, and on her way back, Akali happened to see her current teacher's tent.

Through the window, Akali could see her teacher sitting cross-legged in the center, meditating with her eyes closed, while Sona was fast asleep beside her.

Leaving her hometown for the first time, Sona still had many concerns about resting alone, and asked at dinner if she could rest with Fain.

Akali didn't have much of an opinion about resting together. After all, according to her teacher, Sona was away from home for the first time and had little interaction with others, so it was understandable that she felt scared and nervous.

Akali herself didn't seem to mind everyone resting together in one tent. It was similar to how Faen and the Kinkou Order always took turns resting and standing guard when they went out. However, Riven seemed to have strong objections. Although the reason was unclear, to avoid Riven appearing too isolated, Akali requested to rest alone.

I had initially thought that something might happen if my teacher and Sona were alone together, but it seems that my teacher is a very reliable person. Sona's head was resting on her crossed legs, while my teacher was still meditating with his eyes closed, seemingly oblivious to what was happening around him.

With no one around, Akali stared at her teacher for a while. After a moment, she nodded in satisfaction—although Akali didn't consider herself a sucker for good looks, she had to admit that she was quite pleased with her new teacher.

Handsome yet dashing, tall and upright, he is gentle yet thoughtful rather than blindly accommodating. When faced with problems he cannot understand, he does not adopt a teacher-like attitude of "let me teach you," but rather explains his understanding of the matter in detail, clarifying it in a way that others can comprehend.

In Akali's opinion, this alone makes all those masters of the Kinkou Order pale in comparison... Do they even deserve to be called masters? They label everyone who disagrees with them as a traitor, it's laughable.

With that in mind, Akali didn't linger for too long, since she had other things to do tomorrow, and headed towards her tent.

But Akali had only just reached her tent and hadn't even gone inside when she felt a slight twitch in her ears. She instinctively looked up and gazed at the innermost tent.

That's Riven's tent.

Although she didn't hear some parts very clearly... just catching a few minor details, Akali couldn't help but freeze in place, wondering if she had misheard or if Riven had said something wrong.

If it were anyone else, they would probably have simply ignored it and gone back to their tent to rest, given the typical reserved nature of Ionians. But Akali was clearly not an ordinary person. Her curiosity kept her silent for a short while before she quietly walked towards Riven's tent—Riven's own affairs were fine, but the main problem was, it seemed, that her teacher was also involved?

Inside the enclosed tent, with a dim candle lit, Riven knew that Faen had already set up protective and warning spells around the camp, so she wasn't worried about safety or privacy—whether Faen could sense this was irrelevant to her. After all, whatever she did, Faen would find out if he wanted to, so hiding it was pointless.

Now, determined to teach Fain a lesson, Riven, lying on the mattress, spread her legs wide, her fingers digging and rubbing between them, her eyes slightly rolled back as a steady stream of fluid flowed out.

"Fan... bastard... this place has already... become like this..."

She grumbled softly, but Riven's hands didn't stop moving for a second. Even so, after a long time, Riven still didn't feel any satisfaction... Forget about quenching her thirst, this intensity, which didn't even qualify as a taste, couldn't even soothe Riven's spirit.

She was used to having Farn's wicked thing completely thrust inside her, staring at her flower garden and pushing up her entire lower abdomen; now he was just teasing her with his fingers...

"Bastard, bastard... Didn't you promise to let me be your cloud bag? Didn't you promise to... let me be your slave for life...?"

360·Riven's discontent