Seeing Faen's blunt reply, Darha felt helpless, but she wasn't surprised.
After all, that was just the kind of person Faen was.
When dealing with people he was familiar with, he wouldn't hide or conceal anything. Instead, he would frankly state his needs, directly confront his own lust, and leave the choice to the other party.
And judging from Darha's own intuition, at least in the past, Faen must have always gotten exactly what he wanted, right?
After all, if even she couldn't help but develop so many superfluous feelings when facing Faen, then what about those girls who were still within the realm of ordinary mortals...
Whether considering his profound attainment in the spiritual realm or simply the fact that he was the kind of person who could instantly provide an answer to absolutely any problem, those girls would undoubtedly feel their hearts flutter with a subtle, irresistible throb.
Thinking this, Darha decided to indulge Faen's desires. She leaned in proactively and said, "Whether it's the war in Ionia, our relations with the Vastayans, or the upcoming matter with the Quinlon, I have seen everything you've done for Ionia."
As she spoke, Darha pursed her lips, then looked at Faen and said, "Although it feels somewhat shameful to ask... you are leaving Ionia soon, so... do you have any requests?"
Darha scratched her cheek somewhat awkwardly and added, "I mean... regarding my attire and things like that."
"Stockings!" Hearing Darha's words, Faen instantly perked up and said, "All different kinds of stockings! Oh, right, and if it comes to accessories, silver rings and little bells shouldn't be a problem either, right?"
"...Stockings, I can understand." Blinking, Darha asked in confusion, "But what in the world are silver rings and bells for?"
Seeing that Darha was confused but hadn't refused, Faen smiled lightly and said, "You'll find out soon enough."
Pushing himself up from Darha's gorgeous, dark-skinned body, Faen's face was filled with excited anticipation.
After a long, grueling night of relentless plowing, the current Darha could be said to be in a completely different state compared to how she started.
Lying exhausted on the bed, her gorgeous body radiated a healthy, sweaty sheen under the sunlight.
As the contemporary Karma, although Darha looked somewhat delicate, her actual physical durability far exceeded that of Faen's other girls.
Plus, with him heading to Bilgewater this time, he might not be able to return to Ionia for quite a long while. And since Darha couldn't easily leave due to her status, Faen really unleashed his pent-up heat this time around.
All sorts of wildly diverse little sex toys took turns making an appearance. In the beginning, Darha still instinctively put up some resistance, but that resistance didn't last long before vanishing entirely, swallowed up by the surging waves of pure ecstasy welling up from the bottom of her heart.
Pounded relentlessly while extending the duration through the spiritual realm, Darha now radiated an astonishingly seductive allure even while fast asleep. The two soft mounds on her chest were squished flat like persimmon cakes, and her ass, which was already big and round, had been broken in by Faen until it looked even plumper and juicier.
Just a casual smack with a hand would send ripples of jiggling flesh cascading across her cheeks. Even though she was already exhausted and deep in slumber, upon feeling that touch, Darha still instinctively let out a soft moan, her legs spreading slightly to reveal her thoroughly ravaged, dripping-wet flower valley, which was now adorned with a glittering diamond piercing.
If it were any other time, Faen would definitely not hesitate to plug her up all over again.
But having already enjoyed a thorough, uninhibited night—which amounted to several days in the spiritual realm—Faen didn't make a move. Instead, he reached out and applied a sticker over her dripping flower valley. He then gave Darha's plump ass another pat, planted a light kiss on her cheek, and turned to leave.
Not long after Faen left, the fast-asleep Darha twitched a couple of times. A moment later, she opened her eyes. Glancing at the door and then at the empty spot on the bed beside her, a complex look flashed across her brow.
A short while later, climbing up from the bed and looking at her slightly bulging stomach—which had been pumped so full by Faen that she looked like a pregnant woman—Darha first let out a somewhat helpless sigh. But soon, a warm smile crept onto the corners of her mouth.
Caressing her own belly, a moment later, a look of firm resolve surfaced in the depths of her eyes, as if she had made a tremendously important decision.
Meanwhile, after quickly departing Ionia, Faen used a shortcut through the spiritual realm to arrive directly in Bilgewater.
Having been away for some time, Bilgewater had undergone noticeable changes compared to before.
In the past—or rather, during the Gangplank era—Bilgewater was less of a city-state and more of a rotting leviathan.
The wooden docks were constantly teetering on the verge of collapse amidst the tides. Loading and unloading relied entirely on manual winches, and a single misstep meant plunging into waters infested with piranhas and wharf rats.
Not to mention the streets, which were always cluttered with blackened, rotting fishing nets and empty rum barrels. The port district at night was so pitch-black you couldn't see your hand in front of your face, with the darkness only occasionally pierced by the gunfire of gang wars.
True transactions were always hidden within the wreckage of sunken ships, communication relied entirely on secret codes, and slave cages and smuggled goods were piled up haphazardly. Whether in the spiritual realm or the material realm, it was literally a paradise for scum, the absolute dregs of the world.
But now, taking a casual glance around, even Faen had to marvel at the almost unrecognizable transformation Bilgewater had undergone under Sarah's rule.
At the same time, Faen was almost certain that these changes were absolutely the result of assistance from Zaun and Piltover.
Through trade exchanges, Piltover's industry had delivered steam-powered cranes. Iron mechanical arms now shuttled across the docks, their efficiency dozens of times greater than the manual labor of the past.
Zaun's chem-tech engineers had also effectively overhauled the city's drainage system, allowing the foul, stinking sewage that once pooled in every corner of Bilgewater to flow into the sea through pipes.
Walking down the street, Faen could vaguely hear the chorus of sea shanties echoing from the taverns. Hmm, today must be a rest day for the fishermen.
The fishwives were excitedly discussing the vibrant patterns of Piltover fabrics, and many children were running back and forth, playing in the streets.
Some of the sharper-nosed merchants from the Twin Cities had also brought improved harpoons, spearguns, chem-tech gear, Hextech gadgets, and other goods here, hawking them along the streets.
Judging by the results, business was clearly booming. Many fishermen had even traveled from far away upon hearing the news.
Although these were all very common sights elsewhere, for Bilgewater, the city finally had a semblance of normal "daily life."
"Not bad, right? I did that~"
Arriving at the highest tower in Bilgewater, looking out at the world outside, Sarah, kneeling by the window, proudly batted her eyelashes at Faen. While serving him eagerly with her mouth, she boasted proudly:
"The current Bilgewater is much stronger than it was before!"