Hearing that Faen actually wanted to have a serious discussion with her about the Quinlon under these exact circumstances, a look of utter helplessness surfaced on Karma's face.
But after a moment of silence, Darha ultimately nodded and said, "I think those Joy Factors of yours must have affected me too, to make me actually agree to such an outrageous request."
As she spoke, Darha cast her gaze toward Xayah, who was working hard to fiercely contract the soft flesh of her vaginal walls while enthusiastically grinding her hips to perform the piston motion on her own.
Hearing Darha's words, Faen didn't seem to mind much. Instead, while letting Xayah fuck herself on him, he rapidly transitioned into a business-meeting mindset.
The upper and lower halves of his body performed their respective duties without interfering with each other. Aside from Xayah occasionally letting out a muffled moan when she absolutely couldn't hold it in anymore, overall, it was actually quite manageable.
"Regarding the Quinlon, the other aspects are fine. But to bring about a full resurgence of Ionia's natural magic, we might need to send someone to the northern regions of the Shon-Xan plateau to find the God-Willow's incarnation, Ivern."
Hearing Faen's words, Darha fell into deep thought for a moment.
The God-Willow was an ancient entity that had existed in Ionia for thousands of years, possessing a powerful physical form in both the material and spiritual realms. But during an unforeseen incident, Ivern the Cruel, from the Freljord, drifted to Ionia by chance. Disregarding Ionia's nature entirely, he ruthlessly chopped down the trunk of the God-Willow.
At the exact moment the God-Willow was felled, Ivern was struck by the escaping torrent of energy. In that process, he witnessed the countless cycles of birth and withering of life.
This was a perspective the old Ivern had never experienced before. The intense sensations slammed into Ivern's nerves, so when he finally regained his ability to move, he had transformed into a walking treant. Inheriting the God-Willow's lingering presence in the material realm, he began wandering and mending the devastated land.
It was easy to see that the waning of natural magic was inextricably linked to the felling of the God-Willow.
"Actually, I have also considered searching for the God-Willow. But ever since it was chopped down, its traces in the material realm have completely vanished. Although I don't know the exact reason, I can feel that the God-Willow is actively avoiding me, as well as the searches of the past generations of Awakened Ones."
Saying this, Darha frowned and added, "Perhaps this task will also require you to..."
"But a new problem has cropped up over in Bilgewater," Faen shrugged, cutting into Darha's words.
Hearing Faen's response, Darha fell into a moment of silence, then sighed helplessly and said:
"Then we have no choice but to postpone this matter... After all, aside from you, I truly can't think of anyone else capable of tracking down the Green Father."
"No, besides me, there actually is someone else who can find Ivern," Faen said.
"Who?" Darha asked curiously.
"Look, far on the horizon, yet right before your eyes." Faen lifted his chin, gesturing toward Xayah, who was currently working hard to furiously service him beneath his body.
Following Faen's gaze downwards, when Darha realized that Xayah was the candidate Faen had found to search for Ivern, even she couldn't help but open her mouth slightly in shock.
"...Her?"
You couldn't blame Darha for being so shocked right now, it was simply because the current Xayah looked way too cheap and degraded.
Possessing excellent self-cultivation, she never spoke a harsh word to outsiders. In the eyes of everyone else, she was always the dignified, exalted, great, and mysterious Awakened One, Karma. But even the current Darha had to admit that Faen's description of Xayah was absolutely spot-on.
The current Xayah was an out-and-out, utter breeding bitch tailored exclusively for Faen—a pure, unadulterated slut.
To this, Faen didn't answer immediately. Under Xayah's devoted servicing, he gradually began to feel the heat. He stopped just standing there passively enjoying it. Instead, under Xayah's excited and bliss-filled gaze, he scooped her entirely into his arms, lifted her up, and started fucking her ruthlessly.
Watching Xayah's body being lifted into Faen's arms, the massive meat rod thrusting so deep into the girl's abdominal cavity that it pushed out a huge, visible outline. Even though she had grown accustomed to such highly erotic scenes, seeing it happen right in front of her again made Darha blush uncontrollably.
Faen paid it no mind. Accompanied by a series of rapid pants, he let out a low growl. Immediately after, as his massive ball sack visibly contracted and throbbed, thick, massive ropes of life essence were ruthlessly pumped deep into Xayah's body.
As for Xayah, the moment Faen picked her up, she completely lost control and began moaning and screaming wildly. The sheer variety of filthy, degrading words she spat out was enough to make Darha's face burn bright red just by listening.
First she offered up her friends, her sisters, her besties. Later on, she even wanted to offer up her own mother and her future daughters to Faen.
Even though Darha already thoroughly understood Xayah's unimaginable, mind-broken loyalty toward Faen, hearing these words still made Darha feel a heavy weight in her heart.
Because Darha asked herself, and she knew she absolutely could never do something like this—no matter what, Darha could never bring herself to turn every single beautiful girl in all of Ionia into Faen's sex slaves.
But watching Xayah's current state, it was incredibly hard for Darha not to suspect whether Faen also wanted to break her into a similarly depraved state.
"How about we learn from the Valoran continent and implement the Right of the First Night (Droit du seigneur)?" Seeing Darha's complex expression, Faen chuckled playfully and joked, "As long as I perform a biological downgrade, my life essence can impregnate women very easily. We could solve Ionia's population shortage problem in no time~"
Darha originally wanted to scold him, but the moment she turned her head, she saw the playful, teasing look in Faen's eyes.
For a moment, Darha sighed somewhat helplessly and said, "I am Karma! This is absolutely not something you can just casually joke about!"
"Relax, relax, I know." Faen nodded, then comforted her:
"Xayah only turned out like this because, from the very bottom of her heart, she genuinely wants to seek the greatest welfare for her people. It's just that right now, Xayah is still overwhelmed by intense euphoria and hasn't managed to snap out of it yet."
"But you are different from Xayah, Darha. As the Awakened One, Karma, your mind is far stronger, and you also clearly understand your own mission and pursuits. So there's absolutely no need to worry."
"...Of course, I understand the logic."
Hearing Faen's words, Darha rubbed her temples. She then shifted her gaze toward Faen, specifically focusing on the spot where Faen and Xayah's bodies were deeply connected.
Through the gap between his thick shaft and her stretched pussy petals, pure white fluids were continuously dripping down.
Thinking this, Darha asked helplessly, "So, are you still thinking about doing it with me right now?"
"Of course."
Faen answered immediately.
Darha sighed helplessly.