Hearing Faen's question and feeling Faen's caress, a look of sheer terror surfaced on Lulu's face. She subconsciously grabbed Faen's hands, desperately trying to pull them out.
But this upward tug only caused the hand that had merely been rubbing the outside to plunge a whole digit deep inside.
Her secret place, which no one had ever touched before, was forcefully penetrated and caressed by his fingers. Combined with the activation of the Joy Factor and her inherently sensitive perception as a Yordle, an unprecedented sensation of pure carnal ecstasy instantly struck the deepest core of Lulu's heart.
Let alone continuing to pull Faen's hand out, the sudden, overwhelming sensation made Lulu's legs go completely weak. She collapsed powerlessly to the ground, sitting directly down onto Faen's hand.
Feeling the soft inner walls of Lulu's pussy, Faen wiggled his fingers and said:
"Why did you stop talking? Was it here? Or here... or maybe right here?"
Although she looked like a tiny little thing, the actual age of most Yordles far exceeded that of humans.
For example, Heimerdinger, the revered inventor of Piltover, was over eight hundred years old. Although that was incredibly ancient by Valoran continent standards, among the Yordles, he could only be considered a young adult.
The reason he looked so old and experienced was simply because the vast majority of Yordles didn't reside in the material realm for long periods of time like Heimerdinger did.
Living in Bandle City, even old folks who were thousands of years old often harbored pure, childlike innocence. They hadn't been ravaged and worn down by the complex, twisted hearts of reality like Heimerdinger had.
Therefore, according to Faen's perception, Lulu's physical development was actually incredibly comprehensive. Although she looked tiny, as a female, she possessed all the fully mature, necessary 'capabilities'.
Thinking this, Faen looked at Lulu, smiled, and said, "Why did you sit down? Could it be... Lulu feels very good like this?"
"I... do not."
Hearing this, a rosy blush surfaced on Lulu's cheeks as she instinctively denied it. But then she bit her lip and said, "Stop, stop touching me..."
"Oh, really? But I still haven't found the spot you were talking about yet," Faen teased.
Hearing Faen's words, Lulu pursed her lips and whispered softly, "Then... then can you touch it when we get to my house? Here... I'm scared someone might come."
Lulu cast a nervous glance toward the teleportation sacred tree nearby.
As the entrance and exit for Yordles, someone could emerge from it at any moment.
But in reality, no one would. Or rather, by coming here through the teleportation sacred tree, Faen had already left his own traces within it, making it convenient for him to freely enter and exit Bandle City and visit these adorable Yordles in the future.
Any teleportation would generate corresponding fluctuations within the sacred tree. But right now, the inside of the sacred tree was as still as stagnant water, showing absolutely zero signs of activation.
Even if someone did come, Faen could instantly whisk Lulu away to an empty corner in the blink of an eye and slowly play with her there.
However, Faen wasn't in a hurry for things to escalate that quickly just yet.
Especially after securing Lulu's promise that he could continue touching her when they got to her house, Faen was in even less of a rush.
With a faint smile, he pulled his soaking wet hand out. He then looked at Lulu, who had completely relaxed and was slowly cooling down, and said:
"Look, from trying to find the place I touched, my hand is all soaked like this now. You have to at least help me clean it up, right?"
"Eh? Really?"
Hearing this, Lulu, who hadn't quite fully recovered her senses yet, was slightly stunned. She then said in a bit of a panic, "Then, then what do you think of using my skirt?"
"Use your mouth," Faen said.
"My mouth?!" Lulu was shocked.
But Faen continued in a gentle tone: "These are your own bodily fluids anyway, so it's perfectly normal to clean them off with your mouth, right? They're like that everywhere I'm from."
This was indeed a factual statement.
Let alone the girls' own bodily fluids, even the nutrient loads and metabolic "waste" Faen shot out were slurped down by the girls as if they were the sweetest nectar.
"Of course," Faen nodded.
Looking at Faen's absolutely sincere and confident expression, Lulu was stunned for a moment. She then lowered her head again, and as if mustering up a great deal of courage, she opened her tiny mouth, took Faen's fingers inside, and slowly cleaned them one by one.
Seemingly dissatisfied with the pace, Faen eventually pushed two fingers in. At first, Lulu didn't mind, but then she said with a hint of annoyance:
"Lulu is already helping you clean them! Don't play with Lulu's little tongue!"
"But Lulu's little tongue is so soft and feels so nice, and it's very cute too," Faen praised.
Hearing Faen's praise, a blush surfaced on Lulu's face, but she still hummed and said:
"You still can't... Mmm, whatever, you can pet it gently, but don't pull it back and forth so hard anymore."
A moment later, the cleaning was finished, and Lulu stood up from the ground. Pulling open her skirt and looking at her completely soaked panties, a look of embarrassment appeared on Lulu's face.
Seeing this, Faen said, "Take them off, or else it'll be very uncomfortable."
"But..." Hearing this, Lulu seemed a bit nervous.
"You'll get a severe rash," Faen warned. "And that's not a minor problem."
"Eh, really..." Hearing this, Lulu shrank her neck in fear. She placed her hands on her panties but still added, "Then, then you're not allowed to look!"
"No problem." Faen flashed an 'OK' sign and turned around.
A moment later, Lulu said, "I'm done, you can turn back around now."
Hearing this, Faen turned around and cast his gaze upon Lulu, staring completely unabashedly at her bare, pantyless interior beneath the skirt.
This made Lulu feel an inexplicable sense of deep shame. Even though her skirt was blocking the view, she still nervously shrunk her body and said, "S-Stop looking..."
"I'm just worried you might accidentally flash someone." Looking at the shy Lulu, Faen chuckled lightly. He then pulled out a sticker and said:
"Stick this over it, and no one will be able to see a thing."
"You can do that?! That's great!" Lulu happily accepted the sticker, but quickly showed a look of embarrassed distress.
Seeing this, Faen asked, "What's wrong? You look like something is bothering you."
"Um..." Hearing Faen's question, Lulu scratched her cheek awkwardly, then said with some embarrassment, "I don't know... how to use this."
"Then let me help you."
Hearing the problem Lulu was facing, a smile appeared on Faen's face. He reached out, took the sticker back, looked at Lulu with a smile, and said:
"Come on, lift your skirt up first. You have to expose the part you want covered, otherwise, it'll be really bad if we stick it on crooked."