At first, she was a bit surprised that Faen had slipped his hand under her clothes so naturally. She originally wanted to say something, but hearing Faen remind her how she should properly train, Tristana quickly snapped back to her senses.
Realizing this was during training, she immediately focused and said, "Yes, sir! Instructor!"
Under Faen's guidance, Tristana began a much more efficient workout.
Although initially confused as to why Faen always needed to provide such close-quarters assistance during her training—
At first, it was just through her clothes, but now, he simply slipped his hands directly underneath them.
But slowly, Tristana realized exactly why Faen was doing this.
It was for her own good!
Tristana could feel that, despite some initial discomfort, without the barrier of clothing, feeling her instructor's bare palms against her skin allowed her to much better pinpoint exactly where he was touching.
That slightly rough, abrasive friction always allowed Tristana to instantly perceive exactly which areas she needed to work out, thereby enabling her to engage her muscles much better and more effectively.
As she gradually got used to this training method, Tristana slowly discovered that whenever Instructor Faen touched her skin, she always felt an inexplicable sense of bright, cheerful elation.
Yordles could never resist this kind of joy, which made Tristana quickly begin to enjoy Faen's private tutoring, as well as that intimate, close-quarters guidance.
By the time the training round ended, Tristana had worked up a hot sweat. Perhaps due to her race, Faen didn't smell the typical human odor of sweat on Tristana. Instead, it carried a unique Yordle scent... a bizarre mix of floral fragrance and milky sweetness?
Perhaps it was due to Bandle City's peculiar magical environment?
Faen didn't know, he just felt it smelled quite nice. He then said, "Lie down, let me give you a massage."
"A massage?"
A look of surprise appeared on Tristana's face. She then asked curiously, "Why a massage? Does it help with something?"
"A massage can effectively revitalize muscles stiffened from overexertion, as well as stimulate blood flow, accelerate recovery, promote muscle growth, and increase strength," Faen explained.
"Especially the joint and ligament areas. After a sudden burst of high-intensity training, if these places aren't properly tended to, it'll be extremely difficult to deal with if actual problems arise later."
"I see! Then I'll leave it to you!"
Hearing this, Tristana nodded in sudden realization, then obediently lay down on the stone slab beside him.
And Faen didn't hesitate. After simply wiping his hands, he reached straight for Tristana's body, which had just finished its intense workout.
Unlike Lulu's softness, Tristana's body was noticeably firmer. And although she looked very youthful and tender, even through her clothes, Faen could vividly feel the defined muscle contours on Tristana's body.
Thinking this, Faen reached out and summoned a pool of warm water, lifting Tristana up from the slightly chilled stone slab.
The sudden warmth startled Tristana slightly, but once she recovered, she let out a comfortable sigh as the warmth washed over her.
"So comfortable..."
"You probably won't be thinking that in a little bit~"
Hearing this, Faen chuckled lightly. He then took off Tristana's boots and immediately summoned rushing water to wash away the sweat—Faen didn't have a foot fetish; he vastly preferred the pure, unadulterated enjoyment of the real deal.
After thoroughly washing her feet, the stream of water then slipped right under Tristana's clothes. Just like before, it continuously flushed over every single corner of Tristana's body. From the spaces between her toes to her armpits, from her tender little pussy petals up to the two little nipples on her small chest, nothing was spared.
Although this wasn't her first time experiencing this sensation, having ingested the Joy Factor and feeling the rush of warm water after an intense workout, Tristana could clearly sense her body having some sort of reaction. The two little nipples up top and the single little bud down below were all blood-engorged and standing erect.
This left Tristana feeling somewhat confused, because she had absolutely zero experience in this area—she hadn't even heard of it before.
Encountering something like this for the first time, Tristana blinked in confusion.
Although, as a female, she knew what this might signify, having grown up like a tomboy and aspiring to be an elite soldier, Tristana possessed absolutely no relevant experience on how to handle such matters.
Thinking this, Tristana decided to ask her most trusted instructor.
"Instructor!" Tristana gulped. Perhaps not even Tristana herself realized that right now, the face of this short-haired girl—or rather, this tomboy loli—was flushed with a breathtaking, alluring pink.
Tristana thought for a moment, not knowing how to accurately describe it. So, she simply pointed at her chest, then spread her legs and pointed between her thighs, saying:
"I feel like things are a little weird down here... It just feels like it's swollen... Phew, but there's this inexplicable sense of comfort... It feels even better than being touched by Instructor's big hands."
At first, Tristana could barely maintain her lucidity, but as this feeling grew deeper and deeper, and the rushing water washed over her sensitive areas faster and faster, Tristana felt her head growing dizzy, and her speech started becoming broken and breathless.
Hearing Tristana's words, Faen wasn't in any rush.
Faen had already fully vented his urges regarding Yordles on Lulu yesterday. With the remaining time, Faen naturally planned to savor the experience properly.
Looking at Tristana's expression—which was filled with confusion mixed with curiosity, and curiosity mixed with a hint of obsession—a smirk curled on Faen's lips. He then said unhurriedly:
"Don't be nervous, Tristana. This just means you are already a mature young woman."
Hearing Faen's words, Tristana nodded in dazed understanding. Then, following Faen's instructions, she obediently lay flat on the warm waterbed, relaxing her entire body, spreading her limbs wide, and completely exposing herself defenselessly before Faen.
"So that's what it is! I thought I was getting sick! Then I'll have to trouble Instructor to give me a... massage... Eek?!"
Right as she was speaking, Tristana violently shuddered as if she'd been severely startled.
Looking down, Faen had already grabbed hold of Tristana's pair of small feet, his thumbs pressing down into them ruthlessly.