Unsurprisingly, the moment they entered the cafe, Vi immediately ducked straight under the table.
Although she didn't follow her under there, the current Tristana could more or less guess exactly what Vi was doing down there right now.
Faen obviously wasn't surprised by this at all; instead, he spread his legs apart with complete nonchalance.
Accompanied by the sound of a zipper being pulled down and the rustling of pants being taken off, it wasn't long before the wet, squelching sounds of Vi taking something deep into her mouth and aggressively sucking on it could be heard.
Meeting Tristana's complex, somewhat anticipatory gaze, Faen nodded.
He knew that Tristana was currently curious about what kind of warrior Vi truly was, and... whether he had been lying to her or not.
And the method to dispel Tristana's inner anxiety and doubts was very simple: present the facts, and let Tristana genuinely realize exactly what kind of person Vi was.
So, what kind of person was Vi?
Perhaps in front of Faen, Vi always acted incredibly cheap and slutty, deriving deep pleasure even when being degraded and humiliated. But in reality, during the times Faen wasn't around, Vi had accomplished no small amount of real, meaningful work.
And Faen had been silently keeping an eye on all of it.
After all, if he merely wanted someone to casually fuck, there were plenty of other beautiful girls in Piltover. The real reason Faen was so enthusiastic about fucking, humiliating, and ruthlessly using Vi was precisely because of her inherent virtues and personality.
Thinking this, Faen looked at Tristana, pondered for a moment, and said unhurriedly: "As a Yordle, Tristana, your lifespan is much longer than a human's. So you should know that the current Piltover and Zaun have changed drastically from how they used to be, right?"
Hearing Faen's words, Tristana nodded belatedly and said, "Mmm... I've heard about it, and I know a bit."
A long, long, long time ago, before Vi, Caitlyn, and the others were even born, Tristana had visited Piltover once. It was just that back then, Piltover was still incredibly primitive. The two cities had only just split into the Undercity and the Topside, lacking the Hextech and Chemtech technologies they possessed today. And similarly, even in that barbaric era, the conflicts between the two cities were already intensely violent.
Tristana clearly remembered that the Piltover and Zaun of that time were filled with explosions, crime, and endless chaos. In that regard, the Twin Cities of that era were practically no different from Bilgewater.
The real reason Piltover managed to stabilize and gradually move towards prosperity and civilization was primarily because Noxus began secretly supporting them from the shadows. This caused the isolated, weaker Zaun to lose its competitive edge against Piltover, gradually degenerating into the Undercity it later became.
Seeing that Tristana had recalled these memories, Faen continued:
"Then you should also know that between Piltover and Zaun, there were always smugglers trading illegal crystal cores and highly dangerous chemicals, right? A few years ago, when it was at its most rampant, there were always people eyeing those highly valuable but extremely unstable Hextech crystals for smuggling. If one of those detonated, every single building and house within the blast radius would be instantly leveled to the ground."
Tristana nodded. Although she didn't know the exact details, there were Yordles in Bandle City who were deeply fascinated by explosives. Since they were of similar age and often played together, Tristana had heard rumors about the explosives in the Twin Cities, she just hadn't realized the situation was that severe...
"It was Vi who led the team to handle it." Faen's hand rested on Vi's head as she lay between his legs, eagerly sucking deeper and deeper, his eyes full of approval.
"That group consisted of the remnants of Zaun's former overlords, the Chem-Barons. They hid deep within Zaun's labyrinthine exhaust pipes, which were entirely filled with highly flammable and explosive chemical waste. A direct assault could easily trigger a chain detonation, making it an incredibly tough nut to crack."
"Then how did she do it..." Faen's storytelling ability was excellent, and combined with the energy of the spiritual realm, he quickly captivated Tristana's attention.
Meeting Tristana's curious and expectant gaze, Faen said unhurriedly:
"Vi disguised herself as a smuggler and infiltrated them alone. She pinpointed exactly where the crystals were being stored and secretly disarmed the detonation devices they had rigged.
"Finally, coordinating with forces outside, not only did she capture every single smuggler in one fell swoop, but she also recovered all the Hextech crystals completely intact, without letting a single civilian get hurt."
"Wow..." Tristana couldn't help but gasp softly, her eyes looking at Vi with a newfound sense of deep admiration.
After all, infiltrating deep into enemy territory alone while simultaneously handling bomb defusal and reconnaissance was far, far more difficult than running around the training ground hauling cannonballs.
"There was also the Zaun chemical pipeline leak incident last year," Faen continued.
"It was another disaster left behind by those Chem-Barons—those guys only ever thought about making money, completely ignoring the people's safety, let alone bothering with proper maintenance.
"So over time, the pipes deteriorated. Once they ruptured, toxic gases spread rapidly through the steam vents, poisoning many residents of the Undercity."
Faen rattled off the events as if recounting his own family's history: "At the time, all of Zaun's personnel were busy with the evacuation. By the time they found the approximate location of the leak, Piltover's rescue teams didn't dare to venture deep inside due to their unfamiliarity with the terrain. Once again, it was Vi who charged in first, wearing nothing but a crude, makeshift gas mask.
"She evacuated the surrounding residents while simultaneously searching for the leak. She finally found it, and used her own body to block the breach, forcefully holding out until the maintenance team finally arrived."
"That's amazing... She's practically... a superhero." Tristana couldn't help but feel a deep sense of reverence.
Hearing Tristana's words, Vi, who was busy eating Faen's cock under the table, paused for a moment. She popped it out of her mouth, gently kissed the wicked tool that always left her soul-shatteringly obsessed, then looked up at Faen and said softly:
"It was nothing, really, just something I did in passing. Since you fuck me ruthlessly every few days, my womb is clamped full of your life essence almost twenty-four hours a day.
"I'm constantly growing stronger. Even without a gas mask, I wasn't afraid of the damage from those toxins... Since I already possess this kind of power, I couldn't just stand by and watch the residents get hurt."
Saying this, Vi paused, blinked, and looked at Faen, adding:
"Besides, if others don't know, do you think I don't? Faen, you love fucking beautiful women with noble, righteous personalities. You especially love watching those heroes who are worshipped by the masses reduced to acting like your personal breeding bitches right in front of you."
"I just didn't expect that you actually knew so much... I thought you probably didn't even know about any of these things."
"How could I not?" Hearing this, Faen smiled: "I have always kept a close eye on every single one of my girls."
Hearing this, Vi left a few more loving kiss marks on the heavy ballsack holding two massive, lychee-sized testicles.