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"Especially after Master's development over this period of time." LeBlanc leaned close to Faen's ear, gently rubbing his earlobe with her teeth as she breathed heavily, "Now, just seeing Master makes me feel the marks on my body heating up, burning. And I can't bear the emptiness in my body anymore. Whenever the nutrients in my flower chamber are completely digested, my flower chamber and soft flesh will involuntarily contract and writhe, urging me to find Master... to cry for help."
As she spoke, LeBlanc's voice unconsciously trembled with emotion, clearly indicating that this was not merely a mental imprint, but also a primal physical desire—though the mind and body are independent, they also influence each other.
Especially for LeBlanc, both her spiritual contract and physical anchoring stemmed from Fane's mark. This meant that no matter how much LeBlanc reminded herself that Fane needed not a sac for sexual release, but a capable assistant, when she felt the emptiness in her lower abdomen, LeBlanc still couldn't help but reveal an almost obsessive, lustful state due to her intense desire.
Especially when she's alone with Farn, or when she's surrounded by girls like herself, even LeBlanc herself can't convince herself to overcome the desire that arises from the synergy between mind and body.
Looking at the LeBlanc who was so different before and after, Riven's face was still full of confusion and bewilderment. Her eyes, which were always full of fighting spirit and seemed to be burning with raging fire, were now full of confusion, as if she couldn't figure out what had happened.
Just now... weren't we just talking about our clothes?
Yes…yes, clothes. I need to have a serious talk with them about my clothes. I'm a soldier, how can I wear clothes that make me look like a lowlife's plaything?
But just as Riven was about to have a good talk with Fain and LeBlanc, suddenly, a series of shouts came from the side.
"Mr. Farn! Are you here! Mr. Farn!"
Following the sound, Riven looked towards the window and saw a pink-haired girl looking around in the courtyard, searching for Fain. Although it was only at first glance, Riven quickly recognized her as Seraphine—according to Amystine, a Piltover girl with special talent who deserved attention.
146·Riven: Buffon!
Although it wasn't clear why Seraphine, who was marked as 'kidnapped' in the intelligence, was walking around here so freely, Riven still felt a sense of relief when she saw her.
Although Riven knew that LeBlanc and Fain's relationship was definitely not innocent—after all, even before entering the locker room, LeBlanc had been constantly talking about how she would serve Fain—she never expected that LeBlanc and Fain's relationship would be this blatant. She had just changed her clothes and decided to join Fain's group, and then these two scoundrels started doing it right in front of her.
Don't they even try to avoid people? And according to the intelligence gathered in the Legion, shouldn't Fane's nominal partner be that little girl named Zeli?
Although he may seem like just a pure warrior, how can a good warrior just charge in and unleash a combo to kill the opponent like in a game? At the very least, before charging in, he should know the opponent's counter skills.
In reality, although Riven appears fierce, she always thoroughly researches the enemy's intelligence before each mission to facilitate cooperation with Amystine in carrying out her plans and achieving strategic objectives.
According to Amyst's intelligence, Fane's wife is likely the biological daughter of Shuona, one of the leaders of the Winds of Change organization, and is known as Zaun Fireworks, possessing a special magical talent called Zeli.
And now? Riven strongly suspects that Zerek doesn't even know that Fain has LeBlanc, that vixen, by his side...
And now, there's Salafine too… Salafine should be fine, right? Riven thought to herself. After all, Salafine is Mrs. Piltover. Although she'd only been in the Twin Cities for a short time, it was enough for Riven to gain a basic understanding of Piltover.
These guys weren't exactly arrogant, but they all shared a consistently sarcastic attitude towards Zaun. Even though Zaun was currently rising in popularity, they only sourly blamed it on Fain—which was indeed the case.
But regardless, with Seraphine here, at least Fain and LeBlanc, that scumbag couple, shouldn't be able to continue like this...
Just as Riven was still anxiously thinking, suddenly, Fain waved to Seraphine and said, "Fanny, I'm here."
Hearing Fan's call, Salafine, who had been looking around, turned her gaze in the direction of the sound. Upon seeing that it was Fan, a visible joy and smile appeared on Salafine's face.
"Mr. Fine!"
She ran over quickly and lightly. Although she already knew something about Seraphine, when Riven actually saw her up close and looked at Seraphine's pink hair flying as she ran, she still showed a slight emotion on her face.
The main reason is that girls like Seraphine are extremely rare, whether in Zaun, Piltover, or Noxus. Leaving aside her beautiful long pink hair, after signing a contract with Fain and being thoroughly "developed" by him, Seraphine's talents began to grow at an astonishing speed under the infusion of spiritual power.
If before this, Seraphine was just an ordinary little girl when she didn't unleash her magic, now, with Fane injecting positive energy and happiness constantly nourishing every part of her body, her potential in the spiritual realm has been fully developed. Now, even without doing anything, Seraphine exudes a completely different aura than before.
Simply put, even if Seraphine walks by silently, as long as she doesn't intentionally try to hide, she will still evoke a melodious feeling spreading through one's heart. It's like a melody sprite dancing on musical notes—light, elegant, lively, and adorable.
Feeling the hope and clarity emerging from it, Riven's inner tension eased considerably.
Even a blind person could clearly sense that Seraphine was definitely not a woman like LeBlanc. The difference in their aura was obvious—even without Seraphine's spiritual aura, LeBlanc still gave the impression of a blatantly seductive and cheap woman. Of course, this wasn't referring to LeBlanc herself, but rather to Fain's slave, LeBlanc.
If it weren't for Farn's confirmation and LeBlanc's acknowledgment, Riven wouldn't even be able to connect this wanton bitch...woman with the guy who possessed Amyst's body. After all, aside from the similarity in voice, everything else, especially in tone, was completely opposite. One was aloof, rational, and cruel. The other was alluring, charming, and seductive.
Unlike the two LeBlancs, Seraphine is lively and radiates gentle hope and kindness.
This kindness is not simply directed at any one person or thing, because Riven can sense that it is a more inclusive kindness, a kindness that hopes everyone can be happy.
But just as Riven was still clinging to life, she suddenly noticed something was wrong. Looking down at the spot where Seraphine had run, she could still clearly see a few scattered drops of water, though not many.
There weren't many; the scattered water stains weren't very noticeable on the white floor tiles. However, with Riven's keen observation, she could still clearly see that the trajectory of the water stains was highly consistent with the direction Seraphine had run from, and the landing points were exactly the same as Seraphine's jogging path. It was obvious that the water was spilled due to the vibration of her body when she landed...
As her thoughts raced, Riven felt a strong sense of unease. Following the water stain, she could see that on Salafine's fair, jade-like leg, a water stain was slowly forming, despite her wearing a knee-length midi skirt.
It wasn't sweat, because after Salafine got closer to Fain, the speed at which the water formed and flowed noticeably increased.
Looking at Fain, Seraphine's pupils revealed two almost undisguised hearts. She affectionately hugged Fain's arm and rubbed her head against his chest. Noticing LeBlanc on the other side, Seraphine showed little embarrassment, but greeted her warmly, "Long time no see, Miss LeBlanc!"
I just got home after my follow-up appointment. I'll update later.
As the title suggests, I accompanied my family to the hospital for a follow-up examination. I just got home and will update later after resting for a while.
147. Spiritual Practice
"Your magic has improved again, Seraphine." Hearing Seraphine's greeting, LeBlanc's face also showed a smile.
She didn't dislike Salafine... in fact, she generally held some goodwill and affection for the girls around Fain. Especially Zeli and Salafine.
The main reason for this is that, as a cunning woman, LeBlanc is certain that Zerek and Seraphine aren't particularly scheming. Leaving aside the potential impact on her position alongside Fain, at least in terms of personality, it's precisely because she knows the wickedness of human nature that LeBlanc prefers those around her to be slightly... well, not stupid, but rather a little naive.
Of course, this only applies to colleagues. If your owner is an idiot, that's true, ultimate torture.
Fortunately, although Fain seemed casual, even entrusting many relatively important matters, such as the development plans for the Winds of Change and matters related to Noxus, Zaun, and Piltover, he always knew what he needed and what he didn't. Whether it was saving Zaun or bullying Piltover, it was all just to serve his own pleasure.
Thinking this, LeBlanc looked at Salafine beside her, her eyes sparkling with admiration.
Her own interests were completely intertwined with Fane's; in fact, her very life depended on Fane's every whim. Therefore, LeBlanc was extremely cautious about those around Fane—after all, as Fane's master, the stronger Fane's power and influence, the more secure her protection would be. Everyone was essentially using Fane's power for their own benefit; who wouldn't want even greater influence behind them?
Just like its original form, wasn't the Black Rose established only by relying on Mordekaiser's power? Although Mordekaiser probably already knew, he was just too lazy to deal with it…
As a warrior, Riven could only sense that Seraphine's mere presence was comforting when she passed by. However, as a mage who had some knowledge of psychic magic, LeBlanc saw things much more clearly—initially, LeBlanc actually looked down on this seemingly naive and foolish girl who fantasized about resolving the intense conflict between the two cities with her songs.
Although they possess powerful innate magic, this innate magic still requires development. Especially innate magic related to the mental realm; without a true guide who understands the mental realm, even getting started is a pipe dream.
Master Yi, the Wuju Blademaster of Ionia, is undoubtedly a genius, right? But how did Yi even begin to learn the basics?
Master Doran, whose forging skills rank among the top five in the entire Runeterra, once traveled to Freljord to learn from Ornn. He led Yi into the ancient battlefield ruins of Ionia, the Mistfall Sword Pool. Guided by the ancient spirits in the Mistfall Sword Pool, Yi witnessed firsthand the scene of the Vastaya Xayah and the world merging into one and fighting against the giants in ancient times. Only then did he understand some of the mysteries of the spiritual realm.
In Ionia, where the veil of spiritual power is weakest, even the prodigy Master Yi needs such guidance. How much more so in a small place like Piltover, where the understanding of magic is somewhat peculiar?
To the average person, Piltover appears advanced and prosperous. But to LeBlanc, without understanding the true meaning and power of magic, this prosperity is merely superficial…
In this situation, those with innate magical talent, like Seraphine and Zeli, would likely be wasted. They might gain some fame here, but they could not attain true eternity.
But things are different now... This master of mine possesses the most ancient and primal emotions in this world, the joy and hope rooted in the deepest part of the souls of all things, and all the desires for beauty.
LeBlanc knew all too well that her master was not the original messenger of happiness, but rather someone who had been taken from her—a fact LeBlanc understood perfectly.
But this doesn't affect LeBlanc's opinion of Fahn. In fact, it's precisely because Fahn acquired it that LeBlanc finds him more reliable—after all, what one is born with can only be attributed to luck. But this kind of acquisition is a manifestation of personal ability.
Don't accuse her of being insidious and cunning. Didn't she achieve her current prominent position through deception and trickery? Whether it's robbery or theft, it's all a form of power.
Thinking to herself, LeBlanc glanced at Salafine beside her and offered some intimate advice from her bedmate: "If you have the chance, remember to make sure you have enough happiness hormones in your body. That way, your connection with the spiritual realm will become even stronger."
Smiling at Seraphine, LeBlanc said with some emotion, "The cultivation of the spiritual realm is the most demanding in terms of talent among all the powers, and the slowest to progress in. Moreover, the way this power works varies depending on the source, so much so that many spiritual cultivators in Ionia, even if they have achieved some success, are unable to apply it to combat... or rather, they would rather die than use this power in combat, preferring to follow the ruins of the source."
"And you are undoubtedly lucky. You only need to serve your master simply and let the joy factor fill your body. You will be able to continuously improve through the activation of your nerves and the resonance of your spirit."
Upon hearing LeBlanc's words, Salafine's face showed a hint of confusion.
Even now, Salafine still only has a superficial understanding of the spiritual realm.
Meanwhile, watching Seraphine and LeBlanc suddenly discuss something she couldn't understand, Riven secretly breathed a sigh of relief—it seemed a bit strange, but maybe she was just overthinking it? That's right, even if someone is incredibly lewd, they shouldn't be so thirsty as to drool while walking...
But just as Riven was thinking this, Fain interrupted LeBlanc, saying casually, "Salepney won't understand what you're saying to her."
As he spoke, Farn reached his hand under Salafine's skirt, and Salafine blushed. She glanced at Farn with a hint of shyness, but did not stop him at all. Instead, she lifted the hem of her skirt slightly and spread her legs to make it easier for Farn's fingers to caress her.
And as the buds of Salafine were held captive, the flow of fluid accelerated, and Farn spoke gently:
"No deliberate learning is required. Spiritual practice simply requires following the guidance of intuition, then silently feeling and enjoying it, and that is enough."
148·Alluring Feelings
Feeling Fane's teasing hand, Salafine blushed slightly. However, this blush didn't last long, quickly transforming into arousal under the influence of her body.
Fain blatantly slipped his hand under Seraphine's skirt, leaving Riven speechless, unsure whether it was her own fault or the world itself that was acting strangely—she had only just joined and had already witnessed such a shocking scene; it was impossible for Riven to feel nothing at all. Similarly, Riven was also utterly bewildered.
Did Seraphine not see me? Why isn't she reacting at all... like, feeling embarrassed or something? Is it really appropriate to be so open in front of someone you're meeting for the first time?
While Riven was still feeling confused, Seraphine was moved, and Fain reached out and hugged LeBlanc and Seraphine, and then started a group exercise that was good for both body and mind.
Still dressed in her bunny girl outfit, Riven stood there, unsure whether to stay or leave. Especially as Fain thrust into Seraphine's flower room, and as her mental pleasure reached its peak, Seraphine instinctively gasped and moaned. The melody of her innate magic spread outwards from her mental realm. Although these were instinctive moans rather than deliberate spellcasting, limiting their range, they easily covered an entire room.
After swallowing, Riven could clearly feel some very unpleasant reactions coming from her body.
Although she hadn't yet become excessively aroused like Seraphine on the way there, and her body was flooded with heat when she saw Fain, Riven could still clearly feel her body becoming increasingly active, her heart racing, and her blood flowing faster. Because of the change in her attire, Riven could even clearly see two faintly visible nipples bulging on her chest beneath her tight-fitting uniform.
If Riven could barely accept the glimpses of her cleavage here, it was merely a matter of slightly concealing them. But the lower part of her uniform, already making her legs appear longer and more alluring due to the high slit, revealed a clear slit as her body became aroused and engorged. To be precise, it was a small mound, and in the middle of that mound, a clear slit was visible.
If I remember correctly, this uniform I'm wearing is made of leather, right? And it seems to be some kind of very expensive dragon hide. Although its design gives off a feeling of being the master's... no, like that guy Fain's concubine, in terms of strength, while it might not be as rigid as Noxian Blacksteel, its toughness, heat resistance, cold resistance, and magic resistance far surpass Blacksteel armor. And now, it's one thing to have two red beans imprinted on it, but why are even camel toes...?
Thinking this, Riven couldn't help but squeeze her legs together, trying to hide her round, full breasts as much as possible. Then she held her breath and stood still, trying to avoid being affected by Fain, LeBlanc, and Seraphine.
The wait was arduous, and Riven could only keep her head down, trying her best to ignore what was happening around her. Even with Seraphine's unrestrained moans in her ears and LeBlanc's fawning lewd words constantly flowing, Riven, with her strong willpower, managed to maintain her rationality and suppress the inexplicable impulses that were rising within her body, accompanied by continuous deep breaths.
Looking down at her lower abdomen, Riven could vaguely sense that the sensation was coming from the mark. The reason was simple: Riven could now feel a dampness spreading between her legs and beginning to flow smoothly down.
As the water flowed away, Riven felt a slight release, yet her physical desire intensified. In a moment of distraction, Riven instinctively and involuntarily opened her legs. With her legs opening, the friction between them ceased, slightly easing the mental pressure on Riven.
But then she could see several viscous strands of water dripping down from the hem of Riven's uniform, which clearly showed the outline of a camel's toe, or rather, a house shape. This made Riven feel ashamed and even annoyed, but after calming down a bit, she quickly noticed something unusual.
Her power... is growing.
As strands of water dripped down, Riven could clearly feel a warm current flowing from the mark on her lower abdomen as the dampness spread.
Riven didn't know how to describe the form and feeling of this heat, but as it entered her body, she could feel her body beginning to slowly grow.
Admittedly, this growth rate is very limited, even very slow. But Riven can feel it, and she can clearly feel it, that her power is increasing.
Moreover, this enhancement technology is comprehensive—it increases one's energy, strengthens one's bones, makes one's soft tissues more flexible, and sharpens one's intuition and reflexes.
Hmm... Though reluctant to admit it, Riven could also sense that this was inextricably linked to the happiness Faen was currently experiencing. And, her own perception of Faen seemed to be becoming increasingly sensitive along with her growing power...
"Can you feel it? A gift from the master."
Just as Riven was still hesitating, LeBlanc's voice came from the side.
Following the sound, I looked to the side and saw a woman named LeBlanc whose body was flushed and covered in sweat. Her breasts were covered in handprints and gums. Her two tender nipples were also slightly swollen from the rough handling, and I could clearly see the marks of being pulled and tugged.
The upper body was in such a state, and the lower body was even more of a mess. The flower buds, which had been roughly forced open, could not close for a long time. The tender petals were turned outward, and the thick, white nutrient liquid, like semi-solid yogurt, slowly flowed in the flower room. However, before it could flow out, it was magically drawn into the deepest part and carefully collected, as if not wanting to waste even a single drop.
"The master's status is far higher than you can imagine. Even just being marked by the master will bring you immense benefits. Just like you are feeling now, all the happiness in this world will become your strength."
LeBlanc said with a smile, "However, what you are absorbing now is just the scraps produced by your master in his moments of pleasure. Only those who truly taste the real main course will know how delicious, tempting, irresistible, and increasingly decadent and infatuated it is."
149. Deeper Understanding
Upon hearing LeBlanc's words, Riven pursed her lips, then glared fiercely at LeBlanc and said, "Enough! I have no interest in degrading myself to the point of becoming like you for the sake of power!"
"Look at me like this? Degenerate?" Upon hearing this, LeBlanc was not angry at all; instead, she couldn't help but laugh.
Looking at Riven in front of her, LeBlanc said casually, "You think I've fallen and am now tempting you to become like me. But what's the truth? I need power, and for me, so-called honor and glory became a joke the moment I discovered that everything in my past was a lie."
“But you are.” Looking at Riven, LeBlanc said meaningfully, “You also crave revenge, otherwise you wouldn’t be standing here, willing to endure the strangeness in your body to carefully feel the growth of power within you. In fact, you know what you need, you just don’t want to admit it.”
After a pause, LeBlanc shrugged and said, "It may be cruel to say this to you, but the truth is, you are weak right now. In this room, you are the weakest one."
As she spoke, LeBlanc gestured towards the bed beside her. Following her gesture, a glance to the side revealed Seraphine pinned to the bed in a missionary position, being relentlessly penetrated by Fain. Although not inherently an emotional girl, the relentless onslaught had overwhelmed Seraphine's reason, her body flushed an alluring red, and each thrust caused her to tremble violently with the intense sensation.
The pigeons shook wildly, and large amounts of fluid continuously gushed from the gap between the pestle and the mortar, covered with bulging blue veins. Each time the pestle was pulled out after a vigorous thrust, it scraped against the tender petals, tearing out alluring pink flesh. The melody surged, and even Riven, who knew nothing about magic, could feel an inexplicable joy and happiness surging around Seraphine.
Standing to the side, Riven could clearly see that with each thrust of Fain, Seraphine's flat, smooth abdomen would bulge noticeably as the pestle went deeper. Especially when it reached the very back, her soft belly was completely pushed up like an inverted bowl. Just watching it, Riven couldn't believe her eyes.
As a warrior, Riven possessed an unparalleled understanding of the human body. Similarly, Riven could deduce the distribution of Seraphine's organs from her reactions and body proportions. And that raised area was undoubtedly the place where life was conceived—this incredulous to Riven. Wouldn't her internal organs be damaged by being raised like that? Moreover… and judging from Seraphine's reactions, whenever Fain raised her, Seraphine's body would fall into an almost pathological state of excitement.
All the glands on its body seemed to be out of control, constantly producing tears, saliva, and sticky nectar. Even the two red beans on the pigeon swelled up and became erect with the large secretion of oxytocin, secreting clear mucus.
This… Riven instinctively had a feeling that this wasn’t just pushing it up, but rather the whole thing being inserted…
But, wouldn't this definitely cause harm to the human body? The internal organs would surely suffer bruising and contusions as a result—that's not scientifically sound!
"The spiritual realm, isn't it amazing?"
Seeing the disbelief on Riven's face, LeBlanc, standing beside her, also experienced Fain's perception and sharing in the mental realm.
This shared sense of sensation is connected through the Pleasure Mark on LeBlanc's body, allowing her to synchronize the feelings, states, and thoughts of Fain and others who possess the same mark. Although Fain previously used this as a means of arousal, and even LeBlanc herself maintained it constantly to ensure she could remain in heat for extended periods to satisfy Fain's ever-present needs.
However, aside from these party-making abilities, its true function lies in allowing LeBlanc to sense the states and thoughts of other contractors, with Fan's permission.
Just like now, because Riven used to be under LeBlanc's command—though Riven didn't know it at the time. But now, Faith has also granted LeBlanc some of Riven's privileges.