Hearing Faen's words, the corner of Akali's mouth twitched, but she didn't show any intention of refuting him.
If even Akali was like this, Xayah went without saying; feeling guilty, she immediately didn't dare to make eye contact with Faen.
Shifting his gaze to Sona, Sona also offered a gentle smile.
Although she didn't speak, feeling the meaning behind Sona's smile, Faen nodded in understanding, then reached out his hand and placed it on Xayah's chest.
As his large hand struck, her plump, dove-like breasts were completely grasped. This made Xayah subconsciously want to resist, but Faen had no intention of letting go; instead, he squeezed them forcefully.
This instantly extinguished all thoughts of resistance in the originally shy and reserved Xayah. Her body inexplicably softened a bit, and she kept her head down, not daring to meet his eyes.
Dealing with different girls required different methods. Previously, Faen was happy to slowly train them, waiting until the girl herself absolutely couldn't hold back anymore before willingly offering herself up to his doorstep.
But with the sheer number of unexpected situations recently, Faen's mindset had also undergone a corresponding change.
Although the ripe fruits that offered themselves were delicious, after eating too many sweet things, one would indeed sometimes want to taste a green apple to experience that unripe, tart fruitiness.
Take right now, for example. Although Xayah initially wanted to maintain some modesty, when facing Faen, this modesty didn't even require much talking to break down; Faen only needed to be a little forceful, and all of Xayah's resistance would instantly crumble.
Approaching Xayah, Faen said calmly, "Squat down."
Hearing this, as if realizing something, Xayah gulped. Then, under Akali's watchful eyes on the side, she obediently squatted down.
Following that, Sona also leisurely squatted down next to her, using her teeth to help unzip his restrictive pants.
As the ferocious giant cock sprang free, the massive object landed directly against Xayah's face. Slightly transparent pre-cum secreted from the tip, flowing and dripping onto Xayah's fair cheeks. A wild, primal musk spread wantonly. She should have felt repulsed, but Xayah felt her body breathing uncontrollably, wanting to inhale all of these scents deeply into her nose and brain.
"You can't just stare blankly like that, or Master will get angry," Sona instructed from the side. "You have to open your mouth first. While kissing it, use your tongue to scrape those precious essences into your mouth."
Hearing this, Xayah felt a bit of shrinking cowardice and timidity for a moment.
Seeing this, Sona reached out and placed her hand on Xayah's body.
Although she lacked seniority in Faen's harem, having already merged with the spiritual realm, Sona's learning ability naturally went without saying.
Her fingers landed on Xayah's chest and the plump mound below, teasing and stroking slowly. With just a few light touches, it activated the increasingly active Joy Factor inside Xayah's body, causing a hazy, lustful look to surface in her eyes. Her breathing also became more frequent and much heavier.
Towards the end, with every breath, Faen could clearly feel a rush of hot air brushing against his throbbing lower member.
Although it brought a slight tickling sensation, it also provided a subtle and interesting experience.
Soon after, Xayah began to make contact with her lips, bit by bit. She slowly rubbed against the giant cock; her tender lips touching that soul-penetrating, scorching heat sent violent waves crashing through her heart. Her delicate tongue licked over the bulging, throbbing veins, the surging bloodlust seemingly slamming directly into Xayah's nerves.
"Once this goes inside you, there will be no turning back."
Faen looked down at Xayah, who was squatting in front of him, her eyes glazed over between kisses and licks as if possessed, and said with a light chuckle:
"Aren't you proud of your Vastayan bloodline? If you just turn into a human's personal sex slave like this, get knocked up with my seed, and let your Vastayan body become a meat-sleeve for me to use whenever I want, won't you feel humiliated?"
Hearing this, a flash of clarity seemed to pass through Xayah's eyes. But as she looked up at Faen, she couldn't help but gulp hard. Slowly, she let that hint of clarity melt into a shy, burning lust.
"You... Faen is different... Even though Vastayans are born superior to humans, if it's Faen, it's okay."
Pursing her lips, Xayah seemed to make a decision:
"Ordinary humans, of course, aren't worthy of Vastayans, because they can't even feel the natural spirits, let alone connect with them... But Faen... Faen can not only feel the natural spirits and communicate with them, but he also granted me that ability, and now he is even helping the Vastayans restore the Quinlon..."
Panting softly, Xayah could no longer endure her inner cravings. She aimed his massive cock right at her face, rubbing against it first, then stuck out her little tongue to continuously lick the slit that was oozing juices, lapping up every drop of fresh pre-cum like a chick pecking at rice or a kitten drinking water.
Then, taking the entire head into her mouth, her eyes full of a misty daze, she said:
"Faen is far more superior... It's only right that I get bred by Faen. No, not just me, other Vastayan girls too! Excellent, beautiful Vastayan girls should all know Faen's greatness, so they can be qualified to be seeded by Faen to elevate our imperfect, inferior bloodlines..."
"Only the most excellent Vastayan girls are worthy. Like me, like... like our future daughters, and those of other races too!"
Hearing Xayah's words, a smile appeared on Faen's face.
He had long known that Xayah was proud of her bloodline, and he knew she felt honored because he allowed her to feel the natural spirits more closely. He even guessed that once Xayah fell into his demonic clutches, this pride would undergo a corresponding transformation—
Just like how the theory of quick victory and the theory of quick defeat are only separated by a thin wall.
But Xayah's current attitude shift had vastly exceeded Faen's expectations.
It was obvious that because her perception of the natural spirits had become tighter, the wild instincts within Xayah's heart had also become much sharper.
Therefore, after feeling these emotions, she became even more radical, to the point of believing that all the excellent and beautiful girls in her entire race should be bred by Faen to elevate their bloodlines and reduce impurities.
"A wonderful answer. It looks like you truly are ready."
"Yes! I'm ready!"
Hearing Faen's words, Xayah trembled slightly all over, as if she had realized something, looking exactly like a puppy that had just been praised and petted. Even though she had no tail, her ears were already twitching wildly in excitement.