Walking in from outside, the very first thing they saw upon entering was Vi wearing a little skirt.
Seeing Vi wearing this kind of style for the first time, Seraphine covered her mouth, her eyes wide as saucers as she whispered in shock:
"Vi... Vi, you're actually wearing a skirt? Is this your first time? And a short skirt like that too! So cute!"
Hearing Seraphine's gasp, Zeri, dressed in hot pants and a crop top, leaned in closer, staring curiously at the hem of Vi's skirt. Upon confirming that Vi was indeed wearing a short skirt, a look of surprise washed over Zeri's face:
"Wow, this is completely different from your usual style... but it still looks really good on you! It's just that I'm so used to your old look, I might need to reintroduce myself to you."
Zeri and Vi had a very good relationship. In Zeri's eyes, although Vi could be a bit slow on the uptake regarding certain things, she was someone who could be trusted absolutely anytime. And to Vi, Zeri was the one who brought true change to Zaun; moreover, she was Faen's first woman, making her a 'senior' of sorts.
And this senior clearly possessed absolutely no hierarchical "first wife" mindset or complex. Even when she found out about Syndra's pregnancy, she was simply bubbling with excitement and anticipation for the baby's birth. Although she was envious, there wasn't a single trace of jealousy. This pure-hearted nature made Vi trust Zeri exceptionally deeply.
And now, seeing Vi wearing such a skirt, Zeri was quite surprised.
But upon noticing the wet stains between Vi's legs, Zeri seemed to guess exactly what had happened and broke into a joyful, knowing smile.
Wearing a small jacket, a tight pencil skirt, and a pair of black pantyhose, Caitlyn noticed Vi's outfit, and a faint smirk curled on her lips:
"I didn't expect you to have a side like this. Even though I can guess it's because of Faen, I must admit, it suits you quite well."
As she spoke, Caitlyn blinked playfully and chuckled: "Although I already knew you had surrendered body and soul to become Faen's sex slave, to be completely honest, as your best friend, seeing you actually put on an outfit like this still leaves me a bit surprised."
"After all, if you had worn this outfit a bit earlier, I'm sure Hubby would have loved to pump you completely full~"
"Caitlyn!!!" Vi let out a wail of utter despair.
Ever since Caitlyn and Vi became rivals in bed, Vi realized that although they were still best friends in private—even comforting each other alongside Zeri and Jinx while waiting for Faen to grace them, helping to rub each other's pussies wet so Faen could plunge straight to the bottom the moment he entered, allowing their fully primed, aroused inner flesh to instantly wrap around him—when it actually came time to be fucked, Caitlyn loved taking the opportunity to ruthlessly humiliate and trample all over her.
Alright, fine, Vi admitted it—she was absolutely addicted to it.
Especially when she knelt on the floor to act as a human stool, using her back to prop Caitlyn up while Caitlyn received Faen's pounding. There had been several times where just feeling Caitlyn getting fucked by Faen right on top of her was enough to make Vi climax multiple times entirely on her own.
And every time she went weak in the knees after climaxing, it would draw scolding and punishment from Caitlyn. She would be ordered to lick up the creamy foam oozing from their connection point as they violently slammed together.
Although that made Vi linger in blissful ecstasy, making her feel that her absolute value as a female was being fully realized...
That was only when they were fucking in private, with just Vi, Faen, and Caitlyn present, maybe plus Jinx at most.
But now, all the other girls from the Twin Cities were here too.
Feeling Zeri's and Seraphine's slightly surprised little faces staring at her, Vi covered her face in utter shame, wishing the ground would just open up and swallow her whole.
However, the reason Vi covered her face wasn't entirely because of Zeri and Seraphine. It was also because another girl had just cast an incredibly wicked, highly amused gaze her way.
"My, my—whose little slut is this?" Jinx's teasing voice broke the wholesome atmosphere first. Crossing her arms, she sauntered over, circled around Vi once, her eyes brimming with mockery:
"The tough-as-nails Enforcer Vi, who usually beats up half the Twin Cities with her fists, actually put on a tiny little skirt like this? Tsk, tsk, just look at all this spring water, and that heavy stench of life essence—you look exactly like a bitch in heat... Just to birth a daughter for Faen to play with, our star Enforcer, Miss Vi, is now deliberately flashing her pussy petals on the street to seduce Hubby~"
"Jinx!"
Vi's face burned even redder. Glaring at her with a mix of shame and anger, she subconsciously tried to hide the hem of her skirt behind her. Her tone trembled with humiliated fury: "Stop spouting nonsense!"
Jinx was the absolute worst. After discovering that Vi secretly loved being degraded, as long as there were no outsiders around, she absolutely loved parroting exactly how cheap Caitlyn looked when Faen fucked her, and how drastically different she acted in front of others compared to when she was alone with her.
This made Vi feel an incredibly profound sense of helplessness. But what made Vi even more helpless was that whenever she heard Jinx describing it, Vi would involuntarily become intensely aroused—to the point where she couldn't help but climax two or three times in a row the very first time she heard it.
Ever since then, it was as if a switch had been flipped inside Jinx. She grew obsessed with making Vi lose her composure in private, exposing her most shameful, degraded sides. She wanted to force Vi to admit that she was an absolute, out-and-out breeding bitch who was born for nothing but to be fucked by Faen.
And facts proved that Jinx purely reveled in doing this. Because even if Vi gave in and fearfully admitted it, the next time, Jinx would just force Vi to admit to something else.
For example, right now, she had already started forcing Vi to admit she wanted to give birth to a daughter for Faen to play with—
"I'm not spouting nonsense at all," Jinx laughed even harder. Reaching out to tug at the hem of Vi's skirt, she said, "Let me feel if this lace is real or not~"
As she spoke, she appeared to be reaching for the skirt hem, but in reality, her hand slipped directly underneath the skirt, her fingers thrusting straight into that soaking wet flower bud.
Feeling the dripping wet, vibrantly red outer petals adorned with pendants, as well as the layers upon layers of tender, soft flesh continuously secreting juices deep within the flower bud, Jinx began to eagerly dig and hook her fingers inside, saying:
"You're already this soaking wet, my dear sister. You really, truly want to birth Hubby Faen a beautiful daughter who inherits your slutty sex-slave bloodline for him to play with, don't you~"
"I... I..."
Vi's heart was trembling, which only made Jinx even more excited and turned on watching her.
"Just imagine it: when that time comes, the two of you, mother and daughter, two piles of luscious meat, crawling side by side in front of Master... Tsk, tsk, even I'm starting to feel a bit turned on!"
As Jinx was speaking, merely hearing these words and imagining the future scene they painted, Vi suddenly pursed her lips and began to spasm violently.
Under Jinx's shocked gaze, Vi's eyes rolled back as she violently squirted out a massive torrent of flower juices, climaxing right then and there all over again.