Because of this mindset, even when Faen was giving Tristana a massage just now—and even when his actions bordering on her underwear were somewhat intrusive—to Tristana, none of it was entirely unacceptable.
But even so, the young Tristana still harbored deep, lingering doubts regarding some of Faen's actions.
Although these doubts weren't enough to make Tristana cut ties with Faen entirely, they still made her question whether Faen's training methods could truly turn her into an elite soldier.
After all, she was now completely weak in the knees, and her nether regions wouldn't stop dripping water. If Faen was actually just deceiving her through all of this, that would obviously be completely unacceptable to Tristana.
Thinking this, Tristana said earnestly:
"If Instructor just wants to touch Tristana and get a little closer to Tristana, you can just say so out loud, and Tristana will forgive Faen. But Faen cannot lie to Tristana and claim it's to become an elite soldier!"
Looking at Tristana putting on a stern, childish face, Faen smiled and rubbed her head. Then, completely ignoring Tristana's struggles, he slid his hand straight up from between her thighs. His large, broad hand grabbed her slightly plump little mound—which was leaking massive amounts of juices—and hoisted her entirely up into his arms.
With one hand gripping the plump, smooth little mound between Tristana's legs, Faen slipped his other hand under her shirt. Kneading her tender little chest, he said:
"Why would I ever lie to Tristana? I really do know many elite soldiers. I'll introduce them to you properly in just a moment."
Hearing this, Tristana nodded, her breathing turning slightly rapid. She then looked down at her chest, watching the fabric being pushed up by Faen's hand, continuously kneading, teasing, and shifting around. With a hint of unease, she asked:
"Then... then what are you doing with your hand inside my shirt?"
"To design more perfectly fitted training underwear, of course~" Faen said with a smile: "This area needs to be thin and breathable as well. Plus, only by doing this will it be even perkier when it grows bigger in the future."
"I see..."
Hearing Faen's explanation, Tristana nodded belatedly.
Although she didn't understand why properly exercising her chest now would make it grow bigger in the future, since Faen stated it so frankly and confidently, Tristana felt there was probably nothing wrong with it.
Afterward, Faen helped Tristana change back into her clothes, replenished some Joy Factor for her, and opened a portal directly to Piltover.
This wasn't Tristana's first time visiting Piltover, but without a doubt, this time absolutely brought Tristana the greatest shock she had ever experienced in Piltover.
Because Tristana hadn't visited Piltover in quite some time.
Lacking a proper concept of time, Tristana's last visit to Piltover was actually several decades ago. Back then, although Piltover had a much stronger technological vibe compared to other regions in Runeterra, it still hadn't completely broken free from the shackles of primitive auras.
But now, standing on the Unhealed Gate Bridge, what greeted her eyes and ears was the roaring of steam engines mixed with the humming of brass gears. When these sounds crashed against the eardrums of Tristana, who had just stepped out of the realm of Bandle City, she found herself standing on Piltover's sea-gate bridge, the barrels of her giant double-barreled cannon gleaming coldly in the sunlight.
A crystallization of Hextech and Chemtech, this colossal war machine—built through the joint cooperation of artisans from both cities—severely shocked this tiny little cannoneer from Bandle City.
Staring at the massive cannon with a face full of utter disbelief, Tristana's eyes sparkled as she said, "What—what in the world is this! I remember this definitely wasn't here the last time I visited! It's so cool!"
"The Twin-City Cannon." Faen stated the name of the giant cannon—simple and straightforward.
Yet, gazing at the giant cannon, Faen's own eyes also carried a hint of astonishment.
It had been a while since Faen last visited Piltover. Although Faen knew that Zeri, Caitlyn, and the others had accelerated cultural and technological exchanges between the two cities to better protect the Twin Cities, forming a community of shared interests...
To be completely honest, actually seeing this massive runic cannon in person still brought a deep sense of shock to Faen's heart.
Briefly recalling the origins of this massive cannon, Faen unhurriedly explained:
"Piltover was originally within Noxus's sphere of influence, while Zaun used to be a chaotic, lawless land.
"After Piltover broke free from Noxus's long-arm jurisdiction, the two cities unanimously launched a new era of cooperation. Their goal was to guarantee the independence of their city-states and protect them from foreign threats.
"Through the tight alliance formed by Piltover's Sheriff, Caitlyn, and Zaun's Council Chairwoman, Zeri, scholars from both cities successfully built this Twin-City Cannon and installed it at the Strait of the Sun Gates, serving as a powerful deterrent against overly ambitious pirates and hegemonic nations."
Hearing Faen recount this history, a look of deep awe appeared on Tristana's face, quickly followed by soaring excitement.
Looking back at Faen, Tristana said excitedly, "Then the people we're looking for are right here, aren't they? Aren't they?!"
"That's right~"
Faen nodded and smiled, patting Tristana's head. Faen then unhurriedly led Tristana toward the inner city.
Logically speaking, Faen's presence alongside a Yordle like Tristana should have drawn massive attention in Piltover.
However, since his goal this time was to make Tristana willingly turn into his personal meat-slave, voluntarily offering up her precious virginity, her entire future, and her very soul, Faen didn't announce his arrival with great fanfare. Instead, he used a spell to completely erase their presence from the crowd's perception.
While Yordles weren't exactly incredibly rare, they generally possessed unique personalities that made them very difficult for ordinary people to interact with. Faen was even more notorious—as the pioneer of the Twin Cities' new era, his name was already being printed in textbooks.
Mmhmm, the main reason was that Faen almost never interfered in the internal politics of the Twin Cities. This sheer apathy toward political power further fueled the people's romanticization and deification of him.
Not long after the two of them entered the city, a group of people quickly caught Tristana's attention.
It was a squad of Piltover Enforcers, marching in perfect unison across the plaza. Their polished metal boots struck the cobblestone pavement, producing crisp, echoing clacks. And the person leading them was none other than someone dressed in full formal attire, exuding an aura of a fierce female warrior completely matching any man—Faen's exclusive, slutty breeding bitch, utterly submissive in both body and soul: O'Reilly Vi.