Although the moment he entered, Faen could feel Vi's internal walls going absolutely insane—relentlessly sucking, milking, and coiling around him—this level of comfort alone obviously couldn't satisfy Faen in the slightest.
So immediately after, Faen grabbed Vi's hair, slammed her against the wall, and thrust his massive cock deep inside her like a siege ram. With heavy, brutal force, he hammered relentlessly into Vi's deepest, softest depths.
Being treated so roughly by Faen—and while wearing her uniform on active duty no less—the long-thirsty Vi clearly felt an exceptional level of satisfaction. Every time Faen's cock buried itself to the hilt, a look of heartfelt bliss and pure carnal joy surfaced on her face.
Noticing Tristana standing off to the side, staring dumbfounded with her mouth wide open, a flash of apology appeared on Vi's face. It was as if she were saying: "I'm sorry the elite warrior you admired is just this man's exclusive breeding bitch."
Although disappointing a little fangirl made Vi feel slightly guilty, feeling that thick, hard cock thrust to her absolute deepest depths, leaving distinct, bulging outlines against her stomach... this so-called guilt instantly became a potent catalyst for even greater pleasure.
It made Vi spread her legs wider uncontrollably, allowing Faen's heavy ballsack to slap brutally against her pussy lips with every single thrust. It allowed Tristana to see even more clearly exactly what kind of slutty bitch her admired Enforcer had turned into—a mere plaything for Faen to use however he pleased.
Any woman targeted by Faen absolutely couldn't escape... because as long as they were female, once they had been fucked by Faen even once, it was completely impossible to ever forget that feeling.
Thinking this, the guilt in Vi's heart transformed entirely into even more pleasure. She began shaking her ass more proactively, working hard to clench her inner vaginal walls tight, diligently servicing the wicked tool that had degraded her into such a submissive little bitch. She savored every bit of Faen's roughness...
Since he had brought Tristana here to open her eyes and see the world, Faen naturally didn't go all out. After about twenty minutes of light tasting, Faen smoothly gave Vi exactly what she was begging for.
By this time, Vi had already climaxed three times in a row during her brief service. Accompanied by loud squelching sounds from the fluid-delivery pipe of his wicked tool, Vi's eyes rolled back once again as a thoroughly debauched, degraded smile spread across her face.
When Faen finally pulled out, Vi's entire body went completely limp, devoid of even a single ounce of strength. If she hadn't been leaning against the wall for support, she probably would have collapsed straight to the ground.
Faen, however, showed absolutely no intention of being tender. He raised his hand and delivered a brutal, resounding slap right across Vi's fat, perky ass. Her cheeks, already flushed red from the continuous impact of his hips, rippled with waves of jiggling flesh from the strike, leaving a bright red handprint in its wake.
This sudden, harsh impact completely shattered what little balance Vi was struggling to maintain. With a gasp of surprise, her legs gave out entirely, and she crashed to the ground. But Vi didn't even have time to complain; feeling the stinging pain on her ass, she lay on the floor twitching and violently spasming, visibly squirting out yet another massive puddle of juices.
This scene made even Faen click his tongue in awe. He then used the tip of his boot to flip the collapsed Vi over, stepped on her lower abdomen, and said:
"What's wrong, Vi? How did you turn into such a weak little scrub after just a short time apart? It's one thing to instantly climax from a few casual thrusts, but now you're squirting just from getting slapped on the ass."
As he spoke, Faen pressed down slightly with his foot. Vi's small, cum-filled belly, which had been bulging outward, was instantly compressed downward.
Her tightly sealed flower room had originally been soaking her womb in his life-nurturing seed, nourishing and modifying Vi's body so she could keep up with Faen's pace and gain the ability to bear his offspring. But with Faen pressing down like this, a gap instantly opened in her sealed entrance, and the thick milk pumped inside her forcefully sprayed right out.
Faintly tinged with a yellowish hue, the intense, pungent scent immediately spread in all directions the moment it sprayed out.
Having witnessed with her own eyes that it was Faen who had pumped that stuff inside her, Tristana still couldn't help but gulp down her saliva. Because within this rich scent, Tristana could clearly feel her own body beginning to stir with a restless urge...
Is that... is that the Joy Factor?
But wasn't the Joy Factor a special liquid Instructor Faen created using magic?
So... it can actually be produced through that thing too?
Thinking this, Tristana felt an intense itch between her thighs and in her nipples. It seemed to remind her of Faen's touches and teasing when he was designing and creating her new underwear earlier.
Although she had yet to taste the Joy Factor milk squeezed straight from his meat rod, Tristana had an instinctual feeling: the milk injected straight from his rod into her mouth, into her body, and into her there would definitely be vastly more delicious, far more powerful, and would bring her even greater happiness.
Thinking this, Tristana involuntarily stuck a finger into her mouth, lightly biting and sucking on it, while her other hand subconsciously slipped into her pants to comfort her tender, blood-engorged clitoris, swollen from sheer craving.
Treated so degradingly by Faen, Vi didn't resist at all. She didn't even speak. Naturally, it was even more impossible for her to notice the utterly corrupted and depraved state Tristana was currently slipping into.
The desires she had barely managed to suppress and delay using Faen's dildo over the past period had just been instantly detonated by Faen. The intense, overwhelming satisfaction left the Enforcer's mind completely dizzy and dazed. Crawling on the ground, seeing Faen's precious raw essence spraying out of her belly, she immediately burst with newfound energy, flipping over and scrambling toward the puddle.
"Can't waste it... Faen's love... Master's essence... My daughter, my daughter... the chance Master gave me to get pregnant..."
Muttering crazily, Vi continuously licked the raw essence off the ground. After licking for quite a while, as her mind recovered slightly, Vi finally realized what exactly she was doing. Her entire face instantly flushed burning red, and she shot Faen a fierce, vicious glare.
Faen wasn't in a hurry. He just stood there, smiling down at Vi's face.
This left Vi feeling extremely helpless, because she knew very well that having been fucked thoroughly by Faen, she was completely incapable of resisting him, let alone refusing him. Ultimately, she could only roll her eyes helplessly, then crawled back on the ground to lick every last drop clean. After standing up, she reached down between her legs, scraping away the raw essence still flowing out, as well as the thick syrup clinging to her pussy lips, her outer walls, and her inner thighs. Gathering it all in her palm, she formed a small puddle and drank it all down.
Feeling that pure love entering her stomach to nourish her body, transforming her soul entirely into Faen's property, a look of profound bliss appeared on Vi's face.
Only after making absolutely sure there was no residue left did Vi breathe a sigh of relief. She then huffed with a look of deep reluctance:
"Don't joke around with things like this, it's incredibly precious..."