Just as Lulu was completely immersed in fingering herself, the bedroom door was suddenly pushed open by Faen.
This startled Lulu severely. She reflexively yanked her hand out of her crotch, then nervously shrank back under the blankets, waiting for Faen to come over.
But Faen didn't just impatiently pounce on her right away.
Lulu gave off the vibe of a naive, innocent child, so Faen wasn't in any rush at all. He took off his shoes, climbed onto the bed, leaned against the headboard, and looked at Lulu gently, saying:
"Were you just touching yourself and doing dirty things?"
Hearing Faen's question, Lulu's body trembled twice. She then let out a soft hmph from her pretty little nose and said:
"I was not... I was just, trying it out."
"I see."
Saying this, Faen placed his hand gently upon Lulu's body. This elicited a reaction from Lulu, making her instinctively look up at him.
Sensing Lulu's slightly nervous gaze, Faen guided her into his embrace, letting them lean together against the bed, and said:
"Don't be so nervous, and you don't need to be afraid. We'll take it slow, just like two people truly in love, letting our fluids mingle and our bodies become one bit by bit."
Hearing Faen's phrasing, Lulu blinked in confusion, seemingly not fully understanding what 'mingling fluids' actually meant.
But clearly, Faen didn't intend to dwell too heavily on that metaphor. Instead, he asked, "Speaking of which, Lulu, converted to human years, how old are you?"
"I don't know, maybe seventy or eighty years old? Of course, that's by human calculations." Lulu said softly:
"I'm a Yordle! There is no concept of time in Bandle City, only joy and endless fun! So you're not allowed to patronize me like a little kid, because I'm being serious!"
Pausing here, Lulu continued, "So you can't trick me! If you genuinely like Lulu, Lulu might actually consider truly being with you."
"Of course I genuinely like you~" Faen chuckled softly.
He wasn't lying; Faen was telling the absolute truth. After all, who wouldn't like a walking, talking purple garlic bulb?
Besides, liking one person doesn't mean you can't simultaneously like other people.
As a deeply philanthropic man, Faen liked every single one of these female champions—well, except for the likes of Illaoi; he'd pass on that.
Getting Faen's confirmation, Lulu's expression beamed with happiness. She then hummed lightly and said:
"That's more like it, because Lulu really likes you too! If you did all those naughty things to Lulu and still didn't like her, I would have gotten really mad!"
Hearing this, Faen asked curiously, "Mad? What would you do then?"
"I would—I would Polymorph you into a giant rat!" Lulu thought for a moment before declaring: "That way, absolutely no one would like you anymore! And I'd only turn you back when I'm happy!"
"Now that is truly terrifying~" Faen laughed out loud.
This made Lulu's mind go completely blank, instantly forgetting whatever else she had been thinking about.
Resting his arm over Lulu's shoulder, Faen slipped his forearm down past her collar and straight inside her clothes, a look of complete ease and leisure on his face.
Acting as if he hadn't even noticed that his hand was now resting directly on the young girl's tender bare skin, looking like he was just casually resting his arm against the headboard.
Although his expression was casual, his actions were anything but.
In fact, quite the opposite. The moment his hand slid inside, his palm began naughtily kneading and massaging, shaping her pair of budding little breasts into all sorts of forms.
Feeling the teasing of Faen's palm, Lulu reacted as her breathing began to grow slightly rapid.
Faen obviously paid no mind to this, instead asking curiously, "Speaking of which, how did it feel when you were playing with your own little pussy petals just now?"
"...G-Good..."
Hearing Faen's question, Lulu gulped. Quietly enduring Faen's caresses, she answered obediently:
"It felt really good, but not as good as when Faen's hands touch me... But it still felt very nice, making my whole body tingle. It's just that I'd much rather have Faen's hands do it."
"Oh? Really?" Faen acted curious: "Then expose it and show it to me."
Hearing this, Lulu didn't hesitate much. She immediately spread her legs wide and hiked up her nightgown, exposing her bare, smooth, cupcake-like little pussy lips.
Not quite as mature as Sarah's or the others, Lulu's baby-like flower bud appeared exceedingly tender and untouched.
A light pink slit rested upon the slightly plump mound. Although it was incredibly tender, one could already tell it was plump and extremely juicy.
Sure enough, the slick juices that leaked out when Lulu was pleasuring herself earlier were still glistening on the surface.
Thinking this, Faen didn't touch her directly. Instead, he said to Lulu, "How were you rubbing yourself just now? Show me."
Hearing Faen's demand, Lulu was stunned. A deep flush of profound shame washed over her already shy face: "Rub... rub myself again... right now?"
"That's right." Faen nodded: "I want to see how you rub yourself, and then I'll teach you the right way. And while we're at it, I can also show you how men normally stroke themselves."
Hearing this, Lulu blinked, a look of curiosity filling her eyes. She already knew how girls rubbed themselves to feel good, but Lulu truly had absolutely zero understanding or related knowledge of how boys touched themselves to feel pleasure.
Before, Lulu didn't know and didn't think much of it, but now that Faen had brought it up, she began to develop an intense curiosity about exactly how boys experienced sexual pleasure.
Thinking this, Lulu hummed softly a few times before saying, "Then you have to promise you won't trick me..."
"I mean it, I promise."
Faen nodded with a smile.
Seeing this, Lulu licked her own lips.
Although Lulu had been a bit nervous before this, upon making up her mind, she found that the nervousness vanished entirely, replaced by a thick, overwhelming sense of anticipation.
This anticipation stemmed both from Faen's promise to show her how boys experienced sexual joy, and from Lulu's own yearning for the pure carnal pleasure that was about to come.
Although she never wanted to admit it out loud, deep down, Lulu had been wanting to properly share the sight of herself experiencing intense, masturbatory bliss with Faen for a very long time.