Hearing Faen's words, Tristana had already faintly guessed Faen's true intentions.
She should refuse right now, right? But Tristana realized she had absolutely no courage or ability to refuse.
Because it was simply far too comfortable. Her entire body felt like it was soaking in warm water—no, not warm water, but soaking in a mother's amniotic fluid.
That deep-to-the-bone comfort couldn't be faked. Every single muscle was relaxed to the absolute limit, every single bone felt shockingly, perfectly at ease. The slight soreness and powerlessness didn't dilute this comfort; instead, like sugar and salt in a fine dish, they contrasted and brought out each other's rich, delicate flavors.
I have to... take my pants off?
Tristana asked uncertainly. Her rationality screamed at her to refuse, but the physical comfort and her emotional, carnal urges made Tristana desperately wish Faen would strip her completely naked right this second, massage her entire body into a puddle of mush, and let Faen grope and fondle her however he pleased...
Although she didn't know exactly what that would feel like, Tristana knew it would definitely feel incredibly good.
Just like right now. Even though Faen hadn't fully entered there yet, and had merely bumped and rubbed against it intermittently while massaging her thighs, under the extreme exhaustion of a high-intensity workout, Tristana had already silently climaxed several times over.
But Faen didn't bare his fangs. Instead, he simply said, "Just taking off your outer pants will be enough. By the way, you are wearing underwear, right?"
"Of course I am!" Tristana nodded, her face flushing pink. She then took off her slightly baggy pants, revealing the children's underwear she was wearing underneath.
Looking at the children's underwear on Tristana, Faen rubbed his chin with keen interest.
In Faen's domain, although the girls still wore clothes, the clothes they wore were almost never for modesty, but to amplify their slutty, seductive charm.
For example, Sona would make her breasts look even more massive and her waist appear even slimmer. Sometimes, she would even specifically decorate her rosy pink, exceptionally large areolas with exquisite hanging pendants, pairing it with a weak, pitifully innocent expression to maximize Faen's desire to conquer and ruthlessly ravage her massive tits.
Zeri and Seraphine would also help each other trim their pubic hair and apply conditioning oils, ensuring that when they serviced him, they could provide Faen with even more pleasure and visual satisfaction.
Caitlyn and Vi went without saying; their burning inner desire to win Faen's doting favor had long surpassed their affection for one another. Even if they were still as close as family in their daily lives, the moment they hit the bed, the two girls would fiercely compete for Faen's affection, degrading the loser into the most utterly worthless, filthy slut imaginable.
And whenever this happened, Faen would lift either Caitlyn or Vi up, pin them down on top of their partner, and command the submissive bitch who lost the competition to humbly and obediently lick up the thick white juices dripping from where their bodies connected, using it to help lubricate the next round like a mere sex toy designed solely to spice things up.
Even in their daily lives, these girls had long grown accustomed to wearing obscenely slutty lingerie underneath their seemingly dignified formal dresses, or even wearing Faen's magical dildos—these magical constructs woven from Faen's mana perfectly replicated the exact contours of Faen's real cock. But because they lacked the true, pounding impact and vitality of the real thing, as well as the humiliating thrill and burning desire to be personally used and ravaged by Faen himself, they would leave the girls perpetually stuck right on the edge of climax for hours on end.
This made it incredibly convenient for Faen, ensuring they remained dripping wet and exquisitely tight whenever he summoned or wanted to use them.
Among them, Faen's little junior sister, Irelia, loved wearing them the most. And in order to win her senior brother's favor, the current Irelia was the girl who put the most effort into her outfits, postures, and dance props.
Ensuring that every single time Faen saw her, before he even physically relaxed, he could first enjoy absolute visual perfection.
Her delicate, tender body danced amidst the singing, melodies, and even the lustful moans and squirting juices of the surrounding girls. Colorful, flowing ribbons and gemstones adorned the young girl's seductive allure.
Whenever Irelia finished a highly erotic, sweat-drenched dance, Faen, acting as the audience, would personally step onto the stage, hoist the young girl's delicate legs up exactly like holding a baby to pee, and ruthlessly use her right in front of all the other girls. He wouldn't stop until the young dancer lost every last shred of her dignified poise, left with nothing but the heavy, ragged panting of a bitch in heat and deep, bone-deep infatuation.
Under these circumstances, having enjoyed the absolute peak of harem bliss and having gorged himself on the finest delicacies and most peerless beauties the world had to offer, suddenly seeing Tristana in a pair of children's underwear... well, Faen had to admit, a strange, twisted thrill began spreading through his heart.
Thinking this, Faen chuckled lightly: "Tristana is a big girl now, I didn't expect your underwear to be this childish."
As he spoke, Faen placed his hand squarely onto Tristana's ass. This made Tristana's body involuntarily tense up tight.
Yet Faen acted as if he didn't even notice, his palm gradually applying more and more force, to the point where his fingers were digging deep into her firm butt cheeks. And because of the sheer size of his hand, Tristana could distinctly feel Faen's ring finger, or perhaps his index finger, already pressing deep into her butt crack right through her underwear.
This caused Tristana's breathing to grow increasingly rapid... Having her most hidden, intimate areas roughly pressed by Faen's fingers made Tristana feel her body growing hotter and hotter.
Following this, Faen smiled and said:
"But underwear like this simply won't do. It's not breathable enough, and it can't wick away sweat. During high-intensity training, it'll get soaked very quickly. Wearing damp underwear for extended periods of time will lead to severe rashes, and that wouldn't be good at all."
"Is... is that so..."
Tristana said in broken gasps: "I... no one has... ever told me that before."
"That's exactly why you need an instructor." Faen said. Then, gripping her underwear tightly, he violently yanked it straight upward.
Without the slightest warning, the white underwear adorned with little bears and strawberries was directly hoisted up by Faen. Under Faen's immense strength, the crotch of the underwear was pulled taut into a thin line, violently wedging itself deep between the roots of Tristana's thighs. The sudden, intense stimulation made Tristana's body violently convulse. Almost the exact second she was lifted off the waterbed, she squirted out a massive, violent torrent of fluids.
And it wasn't just once. Dangling in mid-air entirely by the wedgie Faen was giving her, she continued to shudder and squirt endlessly for nearly half a minute. By the end, Tristana felt completely dehydrated, her face flushed beet red, drool leaking from the corners of her mouth as her soul seemingly left her body, looking exactly like a dead fish that had been out of water for far too long.
"You see? If you're not careful and it gets snagged, it can cause this kind of extreme stimulation."
Faen smiled and set Tristana back down, then added: "But don't worry, I can prepare some new underwear for you."