Stepping back into the sunlight and breathing in the fresh air outside, Tristana couldn't help but let out a heavy exhale, saying with a face full of absolute relief:
"Thank goodness, we're finally out... Ah, the air outside is so fresh."
Scratching her head, even for an eternally optimistic Yordle like Tristana, the series of events just now had left her feeling genuinely exhausted to her core.
Or rather, she needed some time to properly sort through her thoughts and figure out exactly what the hell had just happened...
Meanwhile, wearing a crisp short skirt, having completely swapped her cool-girl aesthetic for a cool-maiden vibe, Vi's face was plastered with profound awkwardness.
It had been a very, very, very long time since she had worn a skirt. Especially a short skirt—in Vi's memory, she had worn one less than three times in her entire life. Now, wearing one again, Vi felt incredibly uncomfortable no matter how she walked.
Taking a step forward, the moment her legs moved, a breeze swept right between her thighs.
The chilly breeze brushed against Vi's inner thighs—which were already completely soaked—and directly against her bare pussy petals and dangling pendants exposed to the air. Her already highly sensitive little mound and legs instantly felt an even more intense stimulation.
Especially since Vi had just finished being fucked raw; her body was still lingering in the afterglow of climax, making her extraordinarily sensitive to everything around her. Thus, with just a gust of wind, Vi felt as if a thousand tiny needles were continuously pricking her nether regions.
It wasn't pain, but exactly the opposite—it sent an intense, electrifying thrill coursing through Vi's body.
Having just been fucked, her belly bulging slightly from being pumped full, her flower room between her thighs was absolutely packed with Faen's thick raw essence. With every breath, she felt her flower room contract slightly, as if desperately trying to squeeze all that massive volume of life essence into her womb's life-bearing eggs.
But unfortunately, Vi could clearly sense that her eggs had long been completely soaked and filled by Faen's life essence. Yet because her life form hierarchy wasn't high enough, even though the life essence was already inside her, it couldn't merge with them to form an embryo.
This made Vi feel somewhat guilty and deeply craving. And accompanied by the emergence of these emotions, the life essence also began to slowly fuse into Vi's body. Passing through her flower room, it first drilled into her womb's nest, then began to spread along her spine, transmitting to every single corner of her body. This only made Vi crave even more life essence to grow stronger, so that she could become capable of continuing Faen's bloodline and bearing his children...
Of course, having been fucked raw for two rounds consecutively, although Vi's body was still deeply craving, her mental state was fairly decent. She could still maintain enough rationality to walk down the street.
However, this so-called "maintaining rationality" was only to a certain extent.
Wearing a skirt she hadn't touched in over a decade—and a short skirt at that, which barely managed to cover her pussy petals and dangling pendants.
With every step she took, the friction between her thighs, the breeze blowing past, and the tugging of her pendants swinging from gravity... all of these things made Vi feel as if she were constantly being teased and caressed.
This meant that even though Vi kept telling herself internally not to get excited and to stay calm, with every step she took, massive amounts of water droplets continuously dripped down.
Combined with her flower room inherently contracting with every breath she took, even though Faen's dildo was no longer plugged inside her, Vi still felt exactly as if she were being actively fucked by Faen.
No, it wasn't just a feeling—she was absolutely certain of it.
Looking at Faen, sensing the sheer amusement in his eyes, Vi knew perfectly well that Faen was intentionally teasing her. He wanted to see her trailing beside him like a worthless bitch in heat, her entire mind consumed by nothing but his wicked cock.
Thinking this, a look of grievance surfaced in Vi's eyes, as if saying, 'Haven't I been exactly like that for a long time now?'
But Faen didn't accept Vi's unspoken answer. Instead, taking great delight in it, he simply rested his hand directly on Vi's shoulder, then slipped his forearm straight down the front of her shirt. Right there, in the middle of the street, he began kneading and groping her breasts—which had swollen significantly larger than usual from sheer arousal.
They were incredibly soft, feeling absolutely phenomenal in his hands. He could clearly feel a heavy weight to them. It was obvious that Vi's body had long fully prepared itself to welcome a new life, completely preparing ample rations for their future daughter.
Unfortunately, although both her upper and lower halves were fully prepared, and her ass had grown plump and perky into a perfect childbearing shape, the internal strength of her body simply wasn't enough yet. Thus, the rations prepared for this future daughter were being senselessly wasted under Faen's vigorous kneading and squeezing, soaking the fabric over her chest completely wet.
"The way you're touching me... I can barely walk anymore."
Vi's voice carried a mix of helplessness and profound, ecstatic joy.
Although she said she could barely walk, making it sound like a complaint, a single glance—even without looking closely—would reveal that the current Vi was absolutely reveling in it. She was entirely enjoying the thrill of wearing these shameful clothes, walking around commando with her little mound and pussy petals fully exposed under her skirt, squeezing the thick life essence tightly in her belly, dripping juices with every step she took, while being groped and played with by Faen in broad daylight.
The current Twin Cities and Bilgewater had entirely become Faen's domains. Under these circumstances, without Faen's permission, let alone ordinary people, even an entity on the level of LeBlanc's true body wouldn't be able to perceive the current Vi without Faen allowing it.
And even stronger entities, like a fully-unleashed Ryze or demigods like the Aspects, would be detected by Faen the moment they even approached, long before they actually entered the city.
Under these circumstances, accidentally flashing someone simply didn't exist. Whether it was Piltover, Zaun, or Bilgewater, they were all fundamentally just part of Faen's massive playground.
After all, massive amounts of joy and hope had already become the mainstream current in these three regions. And as the "Master" of these three areas, Faen could completely harness these torrents of the spiritual realm as his own power.
On his own home turf, there obviously wasn't much need for restraint or caution.
Watching Faen and Vi casually playing around with each other right in the middle of the street in broad daylight, Tristana felt her entire worldview slowly crumbling piece by piece.
Especially upon realizing that the people around them had absolutely zero reaction—acting as if they couldn't see a single thing—did she realize this must also be Faen's magic at work.
While amazed, Tristana also felt an intense sense of shame and... confusion.
After thinking for a long time, watching Faen shove his hand down Vi's shirt, playing with her as they walked, Tristana finally couldn't hold it in anymore and asked:
"Um... Instructor, are all elite warriors like this? Uh... I mean, does Miss Vi have any other combat records? I want to hear about them!"
Hearing Tristana's question, Faen nodded understandingly. He then scanned their surroundings and said, "There's a cafe over there. Let's sit down and chat."