Hearing Faen's words, Tristana looked at Faen with a slightly dazed gaze, seemingly asking what exactly Faen meant by "new underwear" or what it looked like.
However, Faen didn't pull out a piece of underwear like Tristana thought he would. Instead, he looked at Tristana and said:
"The new clothes need to be custom-tailored to your body, so what are you still standing there for? Hurry up and take them off."
Hearing Faen speak as if this were the most natural thing in the world, Tristana was slightly stunned.
The current Tristana knew very well that the absolute best thing she should do right now was to stop and refuse.
But feeling her clitoris, which was still tingling with lingering numbness from being snagged by her underwear earlier... and her legs, which, after the massage, felt as soft as marshmallows yet extraordinarily comfortable...
She took another look at Faen's face.
Calm, gentle, wearing a faint smile.
Although he was a human, the difference between humans and Yordles wasn't actually that huge. At least to humans, Yordles were just a race of living, breathing little people who could use magic and all sorts of wondrous powers.
And to Yordles, humans were tall people who, despite their short lifespans, always managed to invent and discover all sorts of interesting things.
Although there was a certain degree of aesthetic difference between Yordles and humans due to body proportions, overall, they were still playing on the same field.
Things that humans found beautiful, pretty, and cute would mostly elicit similar thoughts from Yordles. And things that Yordles found graceful often left humans lingering and unwilling to leave. This could be clearly seen in the descriptions given by those lucky individuals who accidentally wandered into Bandle City and later returned to the material realm.
In their accounts, Bandle City was absolutely a paradise on earth.
With eternal spring, perfect temperatures, people living in eternal harmony filled with joy and laughter—even the food was leagues ahead of anything in the material realm.
And now, looking at Faen, perhaps because of the Joy Factor?
Tristana remembered that Faen had said the Joy Factor would make people pay extra attention to him, and their perception of him would become much sharper.
And right now, just as Faen had said, Tristana could acutely feel Faen's gaze, as well as every single detail of his face.
This made Tristana blush subconsciously. She squirmed and said awkwardly, "Then... then you turn your head around."
"No need," Faen refused. "Because I still need to measure your figure. Otherwise, there's no way I can accurately custom-make your specialized training underwear."
As he spoke, Faen made a few simple gestures with his hands, then said somewhat helplessly, "Although I do have a few suitable styles here—loose, breathable, and convenient for exercise. But those are scaled for human females; none of them will fit a Yordle."
Among the girls around Faen, even the shortest one right now—young Irelia—stood over 1.5 meters tall. But Tristana...
Just like Lulu, she was only a little over 1.1 meters tall. Standing face-to-face with Faen, the top of her head barely reached his waist.
Seeing that Faen wasn't even willing to turn his head around, Tristana gritted her teeth. Without another word, she simply stripped off her panties, exposing her smooth, hairless, pale-green little mound.
Just like Lulu, Tristana was completely hairless down below. Along with the honey juices that had flowed out during the massage, her smooth skin was practically gleaming.
Faen stared at Tristana's nether regions with keen interest for quite a while. At first, Tristana intentionally tried to act nonchalant. But under Faen's intense gaze, Tristana felt an inexplicable, burning heat welling up between her thighs.
It was as if what landed on her wasn't Faen's eyes, but his hands.
An odd, scorching heat burned Tristana's mind and body. Even though she deliberately pretended not to care, her flowery valley—which gradually parted into a slit with her breathing—and the hint of pink clitoris exposed through the parted petals, thoroughly betrayed the true feelings of this Yordle girl.
Although Tristana acted like a tough tomboy most of the time, biologically, she was a female through and through.
Now, under Faen's intense gaze, it didn't take long before two trails of wetness began trickling down the roots of her thighs.
However, because she was already standing on a waterbed, combined with the fact that she was incredibly nervous, Tristana entirely failed to notice that her nether regions were already soaking wet and glistening seductively.
After admiring the view for a moment, Faen said, "Alright, lie down now. I'll custom-make them for you."
"...Oh."
Tristana nodded numbly. She seemingly wanted to use this to show her nonchalance and open-mindedness, but in reality, two deep blushes had already blossomed on the tomboyish Yordle girl's cheeks, utterly failing to hide her true feelings in the slightest.
Following this, Faen reached out with his massive hands and placed them directly onto Tristana's waistline. With a slight press, Tristana felt a slight pressure on her lower abdomen.
But the first press was merely a test. When the second press came, Faen suddenly applied real force.
With his heavy palm pressing down directly, Tristana felt her mind instantly go completely blank. The soft flesh down below felt as if it had come alive, squirming continuously. An intense sense of emptiness flooded Tristana's nerves, causing her body to involuntarily tense up tight. Even her small feet arched their insteps, and her toes curled tightly inward.
With a sharp 'whoosh', Tristana felt her nether regions turn into an uncontrollable, broken faucet, violently gushing out endless streams of water. She instinctively wanted to thrust her lower body upward, but the moment she engaged her muscles, Faen pressed down hard again. Tristana could only lie flat on the waterbed, her toes curled tight, continuously and helplessly squirting out her juices.
Afterward, looking downward, Tristana could clearly see a viscous substance being secreted from Faen's fingertips.
The moment these warm fluids touched Tristana, they began to spread across her body.
What surprised and bewildered Tristana was that this seemingly viscous liquid felt like absolutely nothing once it landed on her skin. In fact, she could even clearly feel the cool breeze blowing against it. It was as if... what covered her body wasn't a liquid at all, but a second layer of skin.