After finishing Faen's raw essence, Vi opened her arms toward him.
Faen directly summoned a stream of water, washing away the dust and sweat from Vi's body just as he had done when cleaning Tristana earlier.
However, while the dust and sweat could be washed away, the seductive allure—or rather, the sheer slutty aura—that had just been freshly reawakened within Vi could not be washed away so easily.
Massive amounts of female pheromones were secreted, and her thoroughly broken-in body appeared even more voluptuous. She had already perfectly showcased her bodily curves, but now, her Enforcer uniform seemed slightly ill-fitting; both her breasts and her perky ass looked exceptionally full and swollen.
Just as Vi was about to put her pants back on, Faen reached out and stopped her. He then pulled out a short pink skirt and handed it to Vi. Amidst Vi's face full of dark lines, he lifted his chin and said:
"Take a leave of absence from Caitlyn for a while, change into these clothes, and keep me company for a walk to clear my head."
"Taking a leave of absence is no problem," Hearing Faen's words, Vi rubbed her temples in sheer helplessness. She then pointed at the short skirt and frilly lace shirt in Faen's hands and said:
"But what the hell is up with these clothes?! This absolutely isn't my style, okay?! Do you really not have anything that suits me even a little bit? If not, even men's clothes would be fine!"
Sensing Vi's exasperation, Faen merely smiled and said, "I want to see it."
Hearing Faen's answer, Vi rubbed her temples helplessly once more. With a heavy sigh, she said, "Fine, fine... But let's get one thing straight, you absolutely cannot tell anyone else, especially Caitlyn and the others! Otherwise, they will definitely laugh me to death."
As she spoke, Vi awkwardly and hesitantly accepted the clothes Faen handed her.
Vi's inherent style was similar to Tristana's—a tomboyish, cool-girl vibe. The kind of girl who would receive far more confessions from other girls in school than from boys.
But the pursuit of beauty is universal. This kind of handsome, cool style only needed a slight touch of refinement and a change in expression to transform into a beautifully heroic, stunning allure.
Just like right now. Awkwardly squirming as she put on the skirt, although Vi's face carried a hint of embarrassment, this crisp, short-skirt maiden style was still incredibly eye-catching and refreshing.
Stepping in front of Vi, Faen looked at her shyly hugging her chest. The corners of his mouth curled into a smirk, and he directly reached out, lifting the hem of Vi's skirt to expose the meticulously trimmed, heart-shaped furry little mound underneath.
Faen's sudden sneak attack startled Vi. She subconsciously let out a gasp and even reached down to press the skirt hem down to prevent herself from exposing her panties.
It wasn't until Vi finished this action that she realized exactly what she was doing. She froze on the spot, and after hesitating for a moment, she shot Faen a fierce glare, muttering: "It's all your fault... forcing me to wear clothes like this... I haven't worn a skirt in over ten years, alright..."
Saying this, Vi helplessly grabbed the hem of her skirt with both hands, lifting it up and entirely exposing her furry little mound to him.
Looking at Vi's eager yet shy, passionate yet nervous expression, Faen's lower half pitched a tent once again.
Having not put his pants back on, seeing Faen's cock stand tall and proud once more, Vi couldn't help but gulp. She licked her lips and tilted her hips forward.
Unlike ordinary girls, Vi really liked wearing accessories on her body.
Previously, because Faen's actions were far too intense—especially every time he slammed all the way to the bottom, his heavy ballsack would slap against Vi's little mound, completely covering it up. But now, wearing a short skirt and exposing her mound like this, Tristana immediately noticed that a gemstone was pierced right through Vi's bright red, blood-engorged clitoris, which stood proudly erect.
No, not just the clitoris; even her pussy lips—which were noticeably larger than an ordinary girl's—were adorned with several silver metal rings.
Seeing Vi's impatient, restless demeanor, Faen reached out and tugged at those metal rings. As Vi's legs twisted continuously from trembling weakness, Faen said with keen interest:
"Doesn't it look great on you? Plus, it's so much more convenient. Whenever the mood strikes, you just need to lift your skirt and I can use you right here, isn't that right?"
"...Yes, yes..." Vi answered with light pants, her eyes completely filled with reawakened lust and deep infatuation.
Although he hadn't made any further moves, just the thought of walking down the street in the future, knowing she could be suddenly picked up by Faen, have her skirt flipped up, and be roughly used in some random alleyway—filled up with cum just like a portable trash can—made Vi feel an indescribable, intense craving constantly spreading through her heart.
Driven by this, her hidden little mound practically erupted like a flash flood. Juices flowed outward from the inner sides of her white-stocking-clad thighs, dripping endlessly from the gemstone piercing her clitoris and the silver rings on her pussy lips. In just a short while, a small puddle of spring water formed between her feet.
Having already gone for one round, Faen didn't immediately start round two—after all, Vi was just the appetizer. There were still many elite warriors waiting in line to open Tristana's eyes to the world.
Instead, Faen simply reached out and delivered a heavy, resounding slap right across Vi's nether regions. The sudden attack caused Vi to collapse to the ground, her face twisted in pure, excited ecstasy. She squirted several more streams of water before struggling to prop herself up. Gripping Faen's fingers with both hands, sitting in a W-pose on the ground, her eyes brimming with sheer desperation, she pleaded:
"Please... I'm begging you... Faen, good Master... good Daddy, please, for the sake of your slutty daughter, and for our future daughter... give it to me one more time..."
He had originally just intended it as a bit of foreplay, but who would have thought that a single slap would draw out the deepest, accumulated lust from within Vi's heart. Faen sighed helplessly. He then revised his itinerary for the day, extending their current private time.
Perhaps it was because of the skirt? This time, Vi was exceptionally slutty and unrestrained. The skirt, a style she hadn't worn since childhood, ignited the deep-seated cravings for shame and degradation within Vi's heart. Faen ruthlessly fucked her for over half an hour until he was fully satisfied, pumping massive loads deep inside her with loud squelching sounds. It stretched Vi's lower belly until it became noticeably plump; through her tight-fitting clothes, one could even faintly make out the slight, voluptuous bulge on her tummy.
After this new round of release, Vi recovered quite a bit. Climbing up from the ground, she quickly cleaned the sweat and dust off her body and put on the sexy panties Faen provided—panties that, while called "underwear," essentially covered absolutely nothing, leaving her pussy petals, her clitoris, and the silver rings attached to them completely and glaringly exposed to the air...
Having Faen cast an obfuscation ward on her, Vi, with floating, unsteady steps, followed behind Faen and Tristana, leaving a few drops of wetness trailing behind her with every single step she took out of the alleyway.