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372. Ceremony Completed
Having held back for so long, neither Fain nor Syndra intended to end things hastily after just one or two tries. Accompanied by the man and woman's beast-like roars and moans, Sona felt as if her entire soul had left the creation realm, leaving only her body instinctively accepting everything.
No, I should say I simply cannot accept it.
At first, Sona was able to barely maintain her composure, using the melody in her mind to wake herself up. But soon, as the girls around her also got into the mood, starting to masturbate on their own, or even helping and comforting each other, Sona, all alone in the crowd, felt the same loneliness and solitude as before.
However, unlike before, Sona's loneliness and isolation stemmed more from the emotional abuse and isolation she faced due to her inability to speak. Sona understood this and knew why she was being isolated—even though it saddened her, she still understood and was willing to accept it.
But things are different now, and Sona really feels like she can't understand it. Besides the problem of understanding, there's another point: although she feels out of place, the girls around her don't deliberately avoid playing with her or even tease her like the other girls her age in the orphanage, who are afraid of losing their other friends.
Instead, quite the opposite happened—with emotion, Seraphine placed her hand on Sona's, her eyes filled with joyful mist as she invited, "Come...let's be happy together, Sona."
Through the communication of melody magic, Sona not only heard Seraphine's voice, but also Seraphine's heartfelt longing, joy, and delight, as well as her sincere wish to become her sister.
"It feels so good." Salafine said, her bright eyes gazing at Sona as she pressed Zeli's head down, letting her lick and soothe the juicy petals that had become sore from a long period of neglect.
“Any woman who has tasted that thing, darling, once will never forget it… In fact, Sona should remember it too, right? The feeling of that thing between your petals. Hot, fiery, ferocious, beautiful, dreamlike… The slightest movement would scrape against the tender flesh, producing amazing pleasure, causing ripples that never cease to spread through one’s soul.”
It seemed that Zeli's mouth and tongue were moving faster and faster, and faint, wispy currents seemed to travel from the tip of Zeli's tongue to Salafine's nipples. The intense stimulation made Salafine's expressions, demeanor, and movements increasingly wanton.
"Especially when that thing of yours pushes against your belly in the baby room, the joy is something you can never understand unless you've experienced it. No beautiful melody or song can describe even a fraction of the dreamlike feeling! Oh, I want to have a baby too, I want to have a baby for my darling, and be your favorite little puppy together!"
As the story progressed, with Zeli's stimulation, Seraphine's eyes rolled back and her whole body trembled violently. She wasn't wearing underwear, and the gushing fluid instantly soaked her cute pink dress. Her tongue lolled out as she gazed longingly at Fane, who was still deeply inside Syndra, purring his semen with low growls, her eyes filled with intense envy and desire.
Before Sona could even respond, Caitlin stepped in front of her and, before Sona could react, reached her hand over her chest and gently squeezed her large breasts, saying calmly, "Sona seems like a girl who needs help to take her first steps... Hmm, just as I thought. Without the barrier of her veil, the softness you can feel will be even more pronounced."
Seeing the hands that had slipped inside her clothes and were casually kneading her breasts, Sona involuntarily tensed her neck. Although she couldn't speak, her increasingly rapid breathing and flushed face silently testified to the intense pleasure she was experiencing.
Just then, another young woman arrived late—
"Ah! Has it already started? I'm so stupid, I lost track of time when I started meditating!"
Turning to the side following the sound, Sona saw Irelia, dressed in yoga-like attire, her long black hair flowing, and appearing slightly younger than the other girls. The elastic clothing clung to the girl's body, and through the distinctly Ionian patterns, Sona instinctively thought her savior had arrived—also from Ionia, this little girl should… um?
Before Sona could even react, Irelia rushed over, and Sona saw that the monastic robes completely outlined the girl's chest and lower body. As the girl drew closer, Sona could even see that the girl's dark monastic robes were visibly wet, leaving a damp trail on the beach with each jog.
While other girls might have become increasingly aroused after watching for a while, this girl is clearly already getting into the mood just by thinking about it.
Especially through the perception of melody magic, while the other girls might have some restraint due to their individual personalities, this little girl's love and trust for Faen was the most obsessive among them. It felt like... like she had longed to be Faen's lover for a very, very long time, and now that her wish had finally come true, she had been further trained into his personal puppy, and the time they spent together had, along with her inner enslavement, transformed into an even more twisted and wanton love.
It doesn't really matter. After all, compared to other girls, it's fair to say that Faen watched Irelia grow up. And in Irelia's heart, Faen, who was like a brother and father to her, became her lover, affectionately caressing her, protecting her, and teaching her. He would also press himself against her, constantly using, filling, and humiliating her. Combined with the activation and enhancement of pleasure factors, this dreamlike feeling, even if Faen had to choose between Ionia before he left for Zaun, he probably wouldn't hesitate at all.
Meanwhile, as another burst of rich life essence shot out, Syndra seemed to sense something and let out a satisfied cry.
The ceremony is complete.
373. A Grand Ceremony
When one's level of life reaches a certain point, one's perception of oneself also becomes stronger. Just like now, almost the instant that conception was completed, Syndra sensed it, and a fluttering look appeared on her face. Her whole being transformed from a wanton person consumed by desire into a radiant glow of her mother planet, filled with joy and happiness.
Although he didn't say much, he simply hugged Fain quietly. But sensing Syndra's change in Qixi, Fain seemed to realize something and reached out to hug Syndra in return.
Of course, while they were embracing and feeling warm and cozy, Fain's lower body didn't rest for a second as they embraced sweetly. On the contrary, the speed and intensity of his movements became even wilder, as if he were releasing his inner excitement and joy.
After another thick yogurt bombarded the greenhouse, which had begun to conceive life, as a greeting gift, Farn pulled out his hard, wicked thing.
Because he had been holding it in for so long, the thing showed no signs of softening when Fain pulled it out. On the other hand, Syndra, seemingly deflated like a punctured balloon, seemed to have shrunk completely after conception. So much so that when Fain pulled it out, a few strands of her pink vulva were torn out. Fortunately, Fain was perceptive; noticing the prolapse, he pushed it back in, preventing the tiny life within from being harmed by the cold.
Although it sounds a bit extreme, for beings like Fain and Syndra who are virtually invincible as long as their energy isn't depleted, such behavior is just a slightly extreme form of play—or perhaps, this level of physical damage poses no risk whatsoever.
Noticing Fain's actions and Syndra's change in expression, Zeli curiously walked over. Seeing Syndra lovingly stroking her belly, which had prematurely turned the size of a watermelon due to excessive milk intake, Zeli nodded in permission and cautiously poked it with her finger.
Accompanied by the gurgling sound of water, like thick milk sloshing around, Zeli could not hear any sound of life arriving, but she could sense a faint life force containing Fain's aura in Syndra's flower room through the slave mark that Fain had carved on her soul.
That feeling...
“It’s like we’ve gained another sister!” Zeli said with curiosity and surprise. “Is it because she’s Syndra and our beloved’s baby? It seems she not only inherited our beloved’s bloodline, but also… Syndra’s aura and the Mark of Joy!”
"Wow." Hearing this, Wei couldn't help but rub her temples and said, "From the moment she was born... well, even before she was born, she was already marked by Fain. I can't even imagine how crazy this little girl will be about loving her father..."
In response, LeBlanc, who was standing nearby, said with great interest, "Rather than saying that it gave birth to a life, it's more like it gave birth to a... new fleshy shell for our dear master? Just like us, except that this baby can be nurtured by the master and us aunts from a young age, or even before it is born."
Syndra was at peace with the successful arrival of her baby, both emotionally and physically satisfied. But Farn was not.
Even as the girls around him were still curiously touching Syndra's belly, after pushing Syndra's baby neck back in, accompanied by its warmth and juiciness, he launched into another round of intense penetration. However, this time, Fain was gentler than before, and withdrew once his lust subsided slightly.
He then approached Irelia, who was curiously stroking Syndra's large belly and pressing her ear against it, trying to hear the sound of life's arrival through the life essence within. Without a word, he directly ripped open the dance outfit, which resembled yoga attire but was even thinner and more form-fitting, amidst the girl's gasp.
With the sound of fabric being torn, the juicy honey valley came into Faen's view.
At first, she was surprised, but seeing her beloved senior brother Fain immediately choose to have sex with her after completing the ritual to impregnate Syndra, Irelia felt a surge of joy and happiness. Born in Ionia, Irelia, compared to other girls, especially those from wilder regions like Zaun and Bilgewater, was more able to suppress her physical and emotional desires, making them less obvious on her face. However, this didn't mean Irelia was completely indifferent to these desires.
On the contrary, the reason why Irelia was able to control her inner desires better than other girls and not lose her composure in front of others was because Irelia sincerely believed that her senior brother would never let her down and would appear by her side to protect her, satisfy her, and fill her up when she really needed him.
It's not that they are more patient, but rather that they are better at accumulating and waiting.
Compared to other girls, Irelia is noticeably more immature now—she was only thirteen years old when she severed Swain's arm during the First Ionian War in League of Legends lore. While this world is different, her physique is still significantly different from that of the grown-up and mature Caitlyn and others.
This resulted in Irelia's silhouette appearing on her stomach in an even more exaggerated and astonishing way when Fahn inserted—or rather, shoved—into her. She was like a malevolent confinement to Fahn's belly, with each insertion and withdrawal causing her to be pushed up from her lowest point, down to her chest.
In other words, Irelia and the other girls were all transformed into Fain's special flesh sheath by the Pleasure Factor. Otherwise, according to the normal physiological form, even if only half of it went in, they would all be dead by now.
Sona sat blankly to the side, her lower body soaking wet, staring at everyone with a bewildered and confused expression.
Sona thought the ritual that had left her feeling so bewildered by the arrival of life was finally over. But unexpectedly, Fan, still unsatisfied, began to unleash his pent-up desires with the other girls who had also been practicing abstinence for so long.
374. The End of the Ceremony
Located in the realm of the spirit, Sona is unrelated to the happiness of others.
Sona sat there all alone. Although she wasn't isolated, she didn't know how to fit in with the others.
After a while, Irelia, the first to take the baton after Syndra in the marathon, was the first to fall behind, swollen like a small melon, her drooping breasts protruding as she swayed and came to Sona's side. Although her entire body, except for her delicate face, was covered in bruises from being ravaged, and even her breasts were swollen and lactating due to the secretion of pregnancy hormones, covered with teeth marks, Irelia, having been developed into her own personal sheath by Faen, felt no discomfort whatsoever. On the contrary, her face, filled with the glow of spring, was filled with bright happiness.
As Sona watched Irelia walk towards her, she felt a sudden, inexplicable tension. She wanted to get away, but didn't know where to go. She could only sit there awkwardly, watching helplessly as Irelia lay down on her to rest.
On Irelia, Sona also smelled a familiar scent... it was Mr. Fain's scent.
Following the direction of the aura, Sona's gaze unknowingly fell between Irelia's legs. Immediately afterward, Sona abruptly averted her eyes, unable to look any longer.
Although she wasn't very clear about these things about love and sex, Sona now knew more or less about many things related to love—although she still didn't understand them very well, Sona had realized that these yogurt-like viscous substances were produced by Mr. Fain from that terrible thing that was pressing against her lower body some time ago.
Are you also an Ionian?
Just as Sona was still thinking, Irelia's voice came from beside her. Looking to the side in the direction of the voice, Sona pursed her lips and nodded slightly after noticing Irelia.
Sona couldn't speak—but Irelia didn't know because she arrived late. Or perhaps, Irelia didn't care. Being the first to take the baton after Syndra, Irelia felt a sense of satisfaction and joy at being recognized, but she also endured the greatest shock. After all, Fain had just finished his conception ritual with Syndra, and some of his anger still lingered. Even with some exertion, the difference in their life levels clearly showed they weren't on the same level.
"I don't know why you haven't gone there yet, but since you're already here, it should only be a matter of time, right? Hmm... maybe it's because you're the kind of girl who prefers to be more passive?"
Irelia leaned wearily against Sona, gazing at Seraphine, who was now lying on Syndra's belly, vigorously swaying her rear end to welcome Fain's labor. A hint of envy flickered in Irelia's eyes, and when she saw Fain, her gaze was filled with a twisted love.
"I wish I had a figure as good as yours... then my senior brother would definitely fall in love with me much sooner."
Leaning against Sona, Irelia couldn't help but reach out and stroke every inch of Sona's skin, feeling its softness with envy in her eyes.
“I started learning from Senior Brother Faen when I was very young… Senior Brother Faen watched me grow up… If I had been more proactive back then, maybe he would have played with me since I was little… If we had just played together since I was little, my breasts would definitely be bigger… Maybe I could have had his baby before he left Ionia…”
Irelia's mental state is clearly somewhat abnormal—after all, for Irelia, being able to endure more means that she needs to accumulate more desires.
"Now, every time I think of my senior brother, I involuntarily ovulate... I love my senior brother so much, so much, so much... but I can't have a baby with him... I'm so envious of Syndra, so envious, so envious, so envious..."
"Let me tell you a secret... If you only wear socks while making them, your senior brother will be very happy... and he'll make them even more cream puffs..."
"But the happiest time was definitely when I was doing fun things with my senior brother at the beginning... Back then, every night when I went to sleep, my senior brother would put his penis inside me... and when I woke up in the morning, I would find my senior brother looking at me..."
Perhaps it was because Sona naturally possessed a trustworthy aura? Or perhaps it was because, as a fellow Ionia, Irelia felt a sense of familiarity? In a daze, Irelia rambled on about incoherent things, and before she knew it, she had fallen asleep.
Time passed without her noticing, when a sudden sound startled Sona, who had been lost in thought.
"You must have been quite shocked to suddenly be involved in an event like this, right?"
Hearing the familiar voice of Fain, the Sona of the past might have felt a sense of peace and happiness. But now, after witnessing those events, hearing Fain's voice startled her. She looked up at Fain approaching her. Behind him, the beautiful girls, covered in signs of abuse, lay scattered haphazardly throughout the cozy little house. Some were fast asleep, others had been rendered unconscious. But without exception, all of them wore expressions of pleasure to varying degrees.
However, compared to the other girls, what attracts Sona's attention the most right now is indeed that magnificent, proud, and wicked thing.
As it approached, even though there was still some distance between them, Sona seemed to already smell the strong, unique scent of Fain. She could even clearly feel the few viscous drops of water hanging from the tip of its head, as if it were sharpening its blades there, preparing to take her down and turn her into Irelia's likeness…
Just as Fain was about to approach Sona, he paused slightly as if tripped over something, then looked down at the ground beneath him. Upon discovering it was the sleeping Irelia, Fain shook his head with a hint of helplessness, "This little Irelia is too dependent on me. Has she done anything wrong?"
As he spoke, Fain swept Irelia aside with his foot, then once again stretched out his foot and stomped hard on the girl's bulging belly.
With a girl's whimper, the engorged milk gushed out in large quantities. Seeing this, Sona instinctively used her melody magic to shout, "Stop!"
Just woke up, will update later.
As the title suggests, my family needs someone to help out. I work in logistics, and I'm going to Linyi to help check on the goods. I just finished that, woke up, had brunch, and am now writing this extra chapter.
375. Brain Outage
Upon hearing Sona's slightly hurried cry, Fain looked up with a hint of surprise.
Sensing Fain's questioning gaze, Sona subconsciously shrank back, as if all her courage had been exhausted by shouting "Stop!"
And indeed, that was the case—even Sona herself didn't know why she had suddenly blurted out that sentence. Now, coming to her senses and feeling Fain's gaze, Sona subconsciously shrank back. Only after confirming that Fain's gaze didn't show disgust but rather curiosity and even encouragement did Sona gradually relax.
After thinking for a moment and glancing at the scattered bodies around her, Sona pursed her lips and then spoke through melody magic: "This little girl likes you very much, very... loves you. So please don't treat her so cruelly."
Upon hearing Sona's idea, Fain glanced at Irelia, who was being trampled underfoot, and then said to Sona with a hint of helplessness, "This is for Irelia's own good."
“…Eh?” Upon hearing this, Sona looked bewildered. Seeing this, Fain used his foot to flip Irelia over, then used his foot to press down on the girl's lower back and squeeze out several more streams of thick yogurt.
“Of course I know Irelia loves me, but she’s too greedy,” Fain said helplessly. “Although Irelia and I have been together for a long time, if you really want to count, for the years before this, we interacted as normal senior and junior brothers and sisters. Even the power of the happiness factor was only obtained from the demon Osiris after I left Ionia. If you think about it, I’ve only been developing Irelia’s abilities for a little over a month since I returned to Ionia.”
As he spoke, Fain also grabbed Irelia by the hair and lifted her up.
Despite her youthful appearance, Irelia is actually one of the strongest among Faen's many beloved servants—inheriting the legacy of her ancestor, the Sword Dancer. Beneath her seemingly delicate exterior lies an immense power in the spiritual realm. Even now, Irelia cannot fully control or wield this power. Only when facing a threat to all of Ionia can she unleash the full force unique to the 'Enlightened One.' But even then, having absorbed only a portion of that power, it is enough for Ionia to reign supreme in the mortal realm of Runeterra.
While Irelia may not be able to perfectly excel in other areas, there is one thing she can perfectly adapt to—
"Haste makes waste, and excessive development and use will inevitably harm my loved ones—but Irelia is different."
Fane said, "Although Irelia's ancestors imposed many restrictions to prevent this power, which is purely for killing, from going out of control, preventing Irelia from fully mastering it before her spiritual cultivation reached perfection, these powers also allowed Irelia to recover more quickly after being injured, and to grow stronger in the process of recovery, so that she could grow safely."
Upon hearing this, Sona blinked, then turned her gaze back to Irelia at Fain's feet. What she saw was a pitiful sight, but as the flower chamber was squeezed by external force, Irelia's small mouth released life essence, and her delicate face twisted into a grotesque, broken smile.
The body, covered in marks of abuse, trembled repeatedly beneath Farn's feet, occasionally spurting out streams of fluid. The young pigeons, under the influence of progesterone, secreted white milk. It appeared its body and mind had reached their limits, riddled with wounds, but with each relentless climax, the bruises and welts on its body rapidly healed and faded. And after this fading, the life force within its body—or rather, the rhythm of life—became even stronger.
So... this was really for the child's own good?
A look of bewilderment flashed across Sona's eyes—although she didn't know much about the outside world, this situation was clearly beyond her comprehension.
While Sona was still thinking, Irelia, who had recovered from her previous state and regained some energy, struggled to turn around and then looked up while hugging Fain's legs.
"Senior brother... I want more."
Upon hearing this, Faen looked helpless and reached out to pat the girl's head, which was leaning upwards: "Didn't this just end? Your body hasn't fully recovered yet."
Feeling Faen's caress, Irelia's face broke into a blissful smile. She then nuzzled against the magnificent, monstrous thing, her soft hair brushing against the wrinkled scrotum, causing a slight itch and warmth—not uncomfortable, but making it even more erect. Noticing that Faen was still roused, and that she herself had recovered somewhat, Irelia's face lit up with anticipation. She then kissed him, mumbling a plea:
"Just once... Senior brother, please, just give it to Irelia."
Seeing Irelia pleading like this, and with the kisses becoming more and more frequent, Fahn smiled helplessly, then grabbed Irelia's arm and lifted her up.
Seeing how Faen treated her, Irelia's eyes lit up with excitement, and she immediately straightened up in response. With her back to Faen and facing Sona, who looked bewildered and shocked, she felt the intense heat emanating from the small door behind her and, in response to her senior brother's upright posture, sat down.
The entrance was through the back door of the baby room, which brought Irelia to her senses somewhat—her senior always prioritized filling the baby room first. Now it was clear that due to overuse, her baby room was slightly protruding, feeling uncomfortable, and somewhat loose and weak. That's why her senior had chosen to use the back door, which recovered faster, to give her baby room time to recover better.
Realizing this, Irelia tried her best to tighten her lower body, striving to bring more pleasure to her senior brother and prove her love for him.
Feeling Irelia's efforts, Fain nodded in satisfaction, and with Irelia's feet off the ground, he continued to thrust in and out with his spear.
Sona, who was already sitting in front of Fain, hadn't even had time to react before Irelia climbed onto him, turning her back to him and facing her directly. For a moment, Sona's vision and thoughts were completely filled with the scene before her, and her brain instantly went blank.
376. An elderly person in the family
As the first girl to take the baton from Syndra, Irelia was also the first to face the aftermath of the bombardment, but she was also the first to rest. Although her body had not yet fully recovered due to the excessive bombardment, her internal organs had largely recovered, which was one of the reasons why Fain was able to use her with peace of mind.
Now, as Fain lifted the girl up once more, Irelia, who had been exhausted and seemingly on the verge of fainting just moments before, suddenly became energetic again, right in Sona's sight. Radiant with life, she faced Fain's onslaught, her seemingly youthful yet well-endowed body exuding an astonishing allure, as if she were born to be used by Fain.
As the baguette entered from behind, the already filled flower room was squeezed from the inside. With a soft whimper from Irelia, before Sona could dodge, clear nectar mixed with thick yogurt sprayed out and landed all over her face.
While Sona was still frantically wiping the liquid that had fallen on her face, Irelia collapsed as if all her strength had given out.
Because Faen was holding her waist and hips, and her lower body was secured with a baguette, Irelia wasn't at risk of falling to the ground. However, as her strength gave way, her missing upper body landed entirely on Sona's soft body.