"She's coming over! She's coming over!!" Seeing Vi walking toward them, Tristana excitedly slapped Faen's thigh, her eyes brimming with pleasant surprise.
Even though the other party might just walk past them casually, even though she might just happen to be passing by, the mere chance to see such an elite warrior up close was enough to make Tristana feel unprecedented excitement.
As she got closer, Tristana could see her even more clearly. Greeting her eyes were the alloy shells of the Atlas Gauntlets, gleaming with cold light. The faint blue steam lingering at the joints drifted gently with every step Vi took. Each footstep fell with heavy, resounding force, scattering the noise at the end of the alley.
Her posture was as tall and straight as a spear, her shoulders and back relaxed but without the slightest hint of slouching. Her slightly dusty uniform outlined her sharp, clean silhouette without any excess decoration, yet her entire being radiated a vigorous vitality and a profound sense of power.
But what surprised Tristana was that the female officer wasn't just casually passing by. She was walking straight toward her—or rather, her eyes were staring intently right at them.
This made Tristana slightly confused, but as Vi drew closer, Tristana—whose excitement far outweighed her confusion—straightened her back, preparing to greet her. But then, she noticed the elite soldier's eyes suddenly soften significantly.
Eh?!
Acutely sensing that something was off, Tristana couldn't help but blink. Immediately after, right before Tristana's eyes, a gentle, tender smile curled upon the lips of the fierce female warrior who had just effortlessly subdued a smuggler with incredible agility.
This smile made Tristana feel as if the Vi before her and the female warrior who had just captured the smuggler were two completely different people.
While Tristana was still reeling in confusion, Vi arrived in front of Faen. She lifted her chin and said, "What brings you to Piltover? I heard from Sarah that you were busy over in Bilgewater."
"Just a little detour~" Hearing this, Faen casually motioned his chin toward Tristana standing beside him.
"I've been busy training a rookie lately."
"A rookie?"
Hearing Faen's words, Vi rubbed her chin, then looked down at Tristana. After hesitating for a moment, she bent down, and under Tristana's bewildered gaze, leaned her face close and took a sniff.
Smelling the scent lingering at the tip of her nose, a look of helplessness appeared on Vi's face as she looked at Faen: "This is... the scent of the Joy Factor? You bastard, you really are as omnivorous as ever; to think you'd even lay your hands on a Yordle!"
Saying this, Vi inexplicably gulped down her saliva, then huffed:
"I can't even imagine—when your daughter is born, is she going to be completely devoured by you while she's still as green and innocent as a Yordle?!"
"How could that be? I always respect other people's decisions." Hearing this, Faen chuckled lightly without a care in the world:
"Rather than worrying about that, you should worry about their mothers. Will they be unable to resist exposing their true natures right in front of their daughters~?
"Making those cute, proud girls realize from a young age that beneath their glamorous, dignified exteriors, their mothers are all just one man's exclusive breeding bitches~"
Hearing Faen's words, a deep blush surfaced on Vi's face. She then huffed, "You really are the same bastard as always... Hmph, you've even started using Yordles for physical training now."
Saying this, Vi fixed her hair, then turned to greet Tristana: "Hello, my name is Vi. I'm a current Enforcer of Piltover, and also the Deputy Sheriff of the Piltover Wardens."
"Oh! Oh! Hello!" Tristana nodded somewhat blankly. It seemed she hadn't quite grasped the meaning behind Faen and Vi's conversation just now.
After all, without full context, the conversation between Faen and Vi was indeed a bit too shocking. Even if one's imagination ran wild, they would just assume they misheard.
Because, as the star of the Piltover Wardens and the joint representative of Zaun and Piltover, Vi was the very symbol of friendship between the Twin Cities. How could she possibly be someone's secret sex slave behind closed doors?
Coupled with the heavy filter of her very first impression—where she watched Vi effortlessly capture a smuggler—and the naturally erratic, optimistic nature of Yordles, although Tristana felt something was a bit off, she didn't think too deeply about it. After a brief moment of daze, she nodded and said:
"My name is Tristana! You looked so cool catching that criminal just now! I want to become a super-soldier exactly like you!"
Hearing Tristana's praise, Vi scratched her cheek, looking a bit embarrassed.
"Super-soldier... that sounds pretty embarrassing. I was just doing my job, nothing to be proud of!"
Saying this, Vi glanced left and right, then looked at Faen and said, "Speaking of which, it's been a while since the two of us had some alone time... Wanna go somewhere else? There are a bit too many people here."
Hearing Vi's invitation, Faen nodded in agreement.
Unaware of what Faen and Vi were really talking about, Tristana just blankly followed the two of them into a deserted alleyway.
After setting up an obfuscation ward to prevent anyone else from accidentally walking in, right under Tristana's utterly shocked gaze, not long after they entered, Vi immediately undid the clasps on her Atlas Gauntlets.
With a heavy thud, the Atlas Gauntlets hit the ground, smashing two shallow craters into the pavement.
After doing so, Vi walked straight up to Faen without the slightest hesitation. As Tristana stared with wide eyes, Vi naturally wrapped her arms around Faen's body. Her eyes filled with pure bliss, she pressed her face tightly against Faen's chest, then took the initiative to stand on her tiptoes, tilting her head up and demanding a kiss.
After kissing passionately for quite a while, Vi finally, reluctantly pulled her lips away.
Looking at Vi, whose face was blooming with lust, Faen chuckled lightly. Amidst Vi's gasp of surprise, he reached out and slapped the perfectly round, plump mounds on her chest, which were tightly constrained by her skin-tight uniform.
These tight-fitting denim fabrics demanded an incredibly high standard for a woman's body curves. Just like right now, after Faen's intensive "development," Vi's already excellent figure had become even more perfect.
Her perky ass was large and round, her waist incredibly narrow, and her breasts massive. Even though Vi's style usually hid her figure under clothes, and she was wearing a standard Enforcer uniform that wasn't designed to highlight curves, she still managed to fill it out perfectly, making it look like a custom-tailored dress.
Thinking this, Faen slapped her breasts hard. This made the already highly aroused Vi abruptly suck in her stomach. Her eyes rolled back slightly, clearly feeling an intense wave of pleasure and satisfaction.
"Dressed like such a slut; is this really our Piltover Enforcer, Vi?"
Hearing Faen's teasing, Vi whined coquettishly, "You're one to talk. My body is so sensitive now that it starts dripping juices the second you touch it; isn't that all because you broke me in...?"