Hearing Faen's evaluation of Xayah, Darha frowned slightly, then sighed and said:
"Although Xayah's current state is a bit unusual, it's all because her heart is overflowing with love for you. How can you speak like that about someone who loves you?"
Hearing Darha's admonishment, Faen was slightly stunned, then nodded understandingly and said:
"Ah, I see. I understand what you mean, but you might be mistaken about one thing. It's not that I absolutely have to do this; it's that Xayah desperately wants me to treat her this roughly."
Saying this, Faen extended his foot. Although his movement wasn't very large, Xayah almost instinctively buried her face into it, kissing and sucking on his foot.
Following that, Faen simply stepped down, pressing Xayah's cheek directly under the sole of his foot.
Yet even in the face of such deep humiliation, not a single trace of anger or irritation appeared on Xayah's face. On the contrary, looking at the side of Xayah's face being stepped on, Darha could vividly see an intense, overwhelming ecstasy blooming there. Her raised ass trembled violently, continuously splashing droplets of water in a state of absolute, rapturous bliss.
It was exactly as if what she was experiencing wasn't humiliation and pain, but some kind of divine grace and profound joy.
Afterward, Faen turned to Darha and gave an expressionless shrug, as if to say, 'Well, that's just how it is.'
Seeing this, Darha's face was plastered with profound disbelief. How could anyone possibly plunge into such utter depravity? To the point of gaining intense pleasure from such humiliation?
Sensing Darha's disbelief, Faen explained:
"Although it sounds a bit strange to say, Xayah is an absolute, out-and-out Vastayan supremacist. She literally believed that humans weren't even fit to be compared to Vastayans, let alone qualified to live on the same land—viewing them as a completely inferior species."
Hearing this, Darha's mouth opened slightly. Looking at Xayah, who was pinned beneath Faen's foot yet couldn't stop her body from trembling, sporting a completely broken, blissful smile, Darha said:
"Her? A Vastayan supremacist?"
"Mmhmm. Don't let her current state fool you; right now, Xayah is just a pure, absolute breeding bitch and cum-dumpster. But deep down, Xayah's heart is still filled with that same pride."
Faen nodded, then continued:
"It's just that after being captivated by me, this originally twisted mindset also began to change. She now believes that the reason I was able to conquer a superior Vastayan like her is because I am an even higher existence. And as a female of an inferior species, becoming a tool to vent my lust is a supreme grace—granting her the opportunity to carry superior life essence and purge the inferior bloodline from her body."
"As for this humiliation, she treats it as a form of tempering? Or maybe a trial of some sort. Much like a religious fanatic. It's just that due to the unique properties of the Joy Factor, this absolute self-affirmation, combined with a tangible increase in power, makes her genuinely wallow and revel in it completely."
Saying this, Faen sighed, "Although I know it's not right to say this, how should I put it... the way Xayah looks so cheap and worthless right now makes it genuinely very difficult to respect her."
As he spoke, Faen clapped his hands. Xayah, reacting instantly like she had just heard a dog whistle, actively lay down flat on the ground and raised her lower half high in the air. To do this, she even proactively used her arms to press her raised legs down against her body, completely exposing her nether regions in a position resembling an inverted seated forward bend.
Perhaps realizing that Faen was about to feast on her, or maybe because Xayah had been constantly preparing herself from the very start, the moment she assumed this position, her tender pink clitoris was blood-engorged and standing erect, looking incredibly eye-catching.
But Faen showed absolutely no pity. Under Darha's utterly shocked gaze, he brought his foot down and stepped right onto it again.
Her delicate pussy petals were trampled under the sole of his foot, her plump fleshy mound squashed flat. The slight pain continuously stimulated Xayah's nerves. Along the gaps where his foot pressed down, Darha could clearly see fluids constantly splashing out.
And when Faen lifted his foot again, his toes directly pinched her bright red clitoris and labia, yanking them upward. This sent the already ecstatic Xayah into another violent spasm. A torrent of filthy words that made Darha cover her ears instantly spilled from Xayah's mouth, as she crazily begged Faen to humiliate her more, enjoy her, and use her body as roughly as possible.
"I've reached my limit, Master! Please, give it to me quickly! My womb has already dropped!"
Her eyes completely crazed with twisted love, Xayah pressed down on her violently twitching thighs—shaking from the overwhelming waves of pleasure—while using her hands to pry open her pussy lips. This revealed the flowery valley that was constantly gaping and contracting, pumping out copious amounts of slick juices with every single movement.
Looking up at Faen, Xayah's tongue lolled out of her mouth uncontrollably, simply so that when serving him with her mouth, she could cushion her lower teeth with it, making it smoother and easier for Faen to thrust in and out.
"My womb has already dropped to the very bottom! You just need to push in a tiny bit and you'll hit it! Just one slight thrust and you can bury the whole thing all the way deep inside!"
Xayah shook her ass vigorously: "Just put it in a little bit, and Xayah will start moving on her own! Master doesn't need to do a single thing, Xayah will ride it all by herself!"
Looking at Xayah's state, Faen shrugged at Darha on the side: "You see, with just a slight touch, she exposes such a cheap and degraded side of herself. It's really hard to respect her even if I wanted to."
While speaking, Faen drove it straight into her right in front of Darha.
Having finally gotten what she craved, Xayah instinctively wanted to continue screaming like a slut in heat, but Faen immediately ordered, "Shut up and clench it tight."
Hearing his command, Xayah forcefully clamped her mouth shut instantly, every muscle in her body visibly tensing up and bearing down. However, accompanied by the intense excitement, the current Xayah was clearly hovering right on the edge of a complete breakdown. Her eyes rolled back into her head, her entire body shuddered violently, and she relied purely on sheer instinct to clamp her womb down tight, fulfilling Faen's demand.
"Don't let her desperate appearance fool you into thinking she hasn't had it in a long time. In reality, during this recent period, I've practically been sitting in her for a very long time every single day," Faen explained.
"It wouldn't even be a problem if her womb was completely soaked in cum twenty-four-seven. This silly girl's issues stem from the very root of her mindset. Only when she realizes it herself might there be a chance for a change."
To this, although just a short while ago today—maybe an hour or two?—she herself had been pinned to the bed by Faen, frantically being used, passionately kissed, and saying sweet, filthy things that made her feel unbearably ashamed just thinking about them now. But compared to Xayah's current state, Darha felt she was still being way too conservative.
Faen didn't pay too much more attention to Xayah. Instead, while watching her, he said, "Let's talk about the matters concerning the Quinlon first."