Feeling Faen's hand on her, Lulu's expression froze for a second, and she subconsciously shifted her gaze up to Faen.
Faen merely offered a faint smile, scooped Lulu up, and placed her back onto his shoulders. Although this process happened without any pause, Lulu clearly heard Faen whisper a soft warning.
"Your little pussy is flooding with wetness again, isn't it? I told you not to squirm and grind so excitedly earlier."
Hearing Faen's blunt words, how could Lulu not know exactly what he was talking about? She quickly realized that her continuous squirming earlier had caused the sticker sealing her nether regions to peel loose. Her face instantly flushed an embarrassed beet red, but she didn't put up any resistance. She merely buried her face deeply into Faen's hair, too ashamed to speak.
However, staying silent was completely useless. Because of Faen's explicit reminder, Lulu was now exceptionally hyper-aware of the exact spot where her pussy was pressing against Faen's skin.
Normally she might not have noticed it as much, but having it directly pointed out to her, Lulu could now vividly feel her tender, sensitive pussy lips resting directly against Faen's neck. With every single step he took, his spine shifted, continuously rubbing and grinding intimately against her slick folds.
No, I can't think about it.
Lulu realized that this felt incredibly naughty, like she was doing something terribly wrong. But with Tristana, Teemo, and the others walking right beside them chatting with Faen, Lulu had no idea how to secretly warn Faen about it. So, she could only try to quietly and forcefully clench her vaginal muscles tight.
Unfortunately, as she focused all her attention down there, Lulu didn't feel the sensation ease up in the slightest.
On the exact contrary, her awareness of that spot grew increasingly intense and sharp.
Combined with the heavy male musk wafting from Faen's body, Lulu couldn't stop her mind from drifting back to earlier, right after she had first met Faen, when his thick fingers were violently thrusting into her tight little body and playing with her insides.
"I want to be... touched."
"What did you say, Lulu?"
Hearing Lulu mumble something, Tristana instinctively looked up and said, "I was just chatting with Faen and didn't catch what you said. Can you repeat that?"
Hearing this, Lulu shrank her head down in pure panic, completely at a loss for how to answer.
Seeing this, Faen smoothly covered for her: "It's nothing. Lulu is just getting a bit sleepy."
Saying this, Faen patted Lulu on the head and added, "There's no need to rush, Lulu. Once we get back home, you'll be able to get plenty of rest. I promise it will feel incredibly comfortable."
Hearing Faen's words, Tristana, Teemo, and the others didn't pick up on the hidden, lewd undertones. But Lulu acutely understood exactly what Faen truly meant by his promise.
This made Lulu involuntarily clamp her legs tightly against his neck.
She was somewhat nervous, but also brimming with burning anticipation. What was undeniable was that, upon receiving Faen's dirty promise, Lulu clearly felt her pussy utterly lose control, continuously secreting slick love juices.
And what about Faen? Her slick pussy juices were already trailing down his neck and spine, slipping right down under his clothes under the cover of her skirt. Yet Faen's face didn't betray the slightest change in expression. He maintained a perfectly gentle look toward everyone, chuckling as he answered their myriad of curious questions.
During this process, everyone's perception of Faen was elevated to an entirely new level.
Because at the very beginning, only Tristana had an exceptional interest in Faen. The war stories and military tactics Faen had shared fascinated her immensely. Just listening to them made Tristana's blood boil, making her itch to practice some military drills on the spot.
But for Corki and Teemo, they weren't particularly interested in hardcore soldierly disciplines.
However, due to the influence of the Joy Factor, they also began taking an interest in Faen as a person. As they chatted, they suddenly discovered that Faen actually had profound, unique insights into aeronautics and deadly toxins as well. Slowly but surely, even Tristana failed to notice how Faen had inexplicably managed to effortlessly hit it off with every single one of them.
"But speaking of which," After chatting for quite a while, Tristana asked curiously: "Are you heading home with Lulu, Faen? Where is your house anyway?"
"Right now, I'm staying over at Lulu's house."
Hearing the question, Faen smiled and said, "Because the very first Yordle I met when I arrived in Bandle City was Lulu. We had a lot of fun when we first met, and since I didn't have a place to rest for the night, Lulu invited me to sleep over at her place."
Hearing Faen's words, Tristana and the others instinctively turned their gazes toward Lulu to verify his story.
Feeling everyone staring at her, Lulu's lips trembled for a moment. Then, as if firming up her resolve, she nodded lightly and said, "Yes... it's exactly like that."
With those words, seemingly having mentally accepted these arrangements, Faen could clearly feel Lulu's legs begin to gradually relax. They were no longer stiffly clamped, but completely resting their full weight onto his shoulders.
Like a soft, squishy little cupcake, Lulu began attempting to frankly embrace the lewd curiosity in her heart. She then quickly discovered that the feeling of completely letting go and relaxing into it was far more comfortable than she had ever imagined.
This realization brought a smile to Lulu's face. She then hugged Faen's head unabashedly and said:
"Faen and I made a promise! When we get home, we're going to play lots of super fun games! We're going to play all night until we're completely exhausted before going to sleep!"
Hearing Lulu's words, a look of surprise flashed across Tristana's face. She apparently hadn't expected Faen and Lulu's relationship to be this good—good enough that they were going to stay up late into the night playing games until they crashed from exhaustion.
However, Tristana's thoughts didn't stray into any explicit, intimate directions. Because in Tristana's view, Lulu was simply that kind of mischievous, playful, energetic little Yordle who possessed boundless curiosity for absolutely everything.
If there was anything notably different, it was just that Lulu had a notorious habit of accidentally causing disasters while trying to be helpful.
But considering how incredibly knowledgeable Faen was, Tristana figured there shouldn't be any issues, right? After all, whether it was Corki's questions about aeronautic engineering or Teemo's inquiries regarding lethal toxins, Faen was able to instantly provide fascinating and highly insightful answers.
Especially since Faen would weave rich, playful analogies into his answers—which perfectly suited the tastes of Yordles.
And most importantly—most, most, most importantly—Faen knew exactly what an elite soldier needed!
Thinking this, Tristana said with a hint of regret: "Aw man, I want to play with Faen too... wait, no, not play, I mean train! I want to become an elite soldier right this instant!"
"Don't worry, we still have plenty of time before we find Vex." Hearing this, Faen chuckled lightly and said:
"Besides, even after we find Vex, I won't be leaving you girls."