"Well, that's hard to say."
Hearing Sarah's question, Faen let out a light chuckle.
Unlike ordinary girls, having hailed from the coastal regions of the Valoran continent, the Sarah of the past might have been a well-behaved girl from a comfortably middle-class family. But after setting foot in Bilgewater, for the sake of survival and revenge, Sarah had to learn how to seamlessly blend into the bottom rungs of society, and how to protect herself in a chaotic, lawless land.
And amidst all of this, acting as if she had total disregard for life and absolutely didn't care about her own safety was her best disguise and protective camouflage.
Habit becomes second nature. Facing Faen now, Sarah was incredibly open and uninhibited. She never felt any dissatisfaction about serving Faen together with many other people. In fact, she was highly enthusiastic about throwing wild orgies, because it meant she could have a good chat with those girls and catch up on everything that had happened recently.
For Sarah, these wild orgies satisfied her physical needs, fulfilled her spiritual cravings, and met her social needs with her peers... Moreover, it was entirely different from socializing in Bilgewater.
With the connection Faen provided, Sarah didn't have to worry about them putting on a friendly face in public only to stab her in the back, unlike those pirate captains.
Being trusted by someone evokes a feeling of deep satisfaction in one's heart. Similarly, the feeling of being able to completely and utterly trust the other person brings a sense of grounding and comfort.
Hearing Faen's words, Sarah raised an eyebrow in surprise and said, "Seriously? I heard that the people of Ionia are all incredibly conservative, aren't they?"
"It's precisely because they are so conservative that once they finally let go, they become far more thorough about it."
Faen slapped Sarah's ass, speaking as he continued to ruthlessly pound into her: "Although Sarah is incredibly tight and feels amazing, the girls over there are so deeply gone they practically beg to offer up their sisters, their fellow kin, and even their own families for me to ruthlessly breed in turns."
"Now that is truly unimaginable." Hearing Faen's words, Sarah couldn't help but marvel.
Although there was no shortage of girls in Faen's harem who, driven by female competition and the desire to win more of his favor, would offer up their own sisters to Faen as "side dishes" and playthings, overall, this was strictly limited to situations where the other party was also willing.
But the Ionian girl Faen just described was clearly so loyal she had plunged into absolute, irredeemable depravity, actually desiring to turn every single female of her entire race into Faen's personal sex slaves.
"The competition really is fierce, huh~ Bilgewater has plenty of rough, burly men, but there aren't that many truly beautiful girls." Sarah sounded a bit helpless.
Faen simply brushed it off: "Isn't having you more than enough?"
"My darling's mouth is as sweet as ever~"
Hearing this, Sarah chuckled lightly. She then began shaking and grinding her ass even more vigorously, soon letting out a loud, euphoric moan of pure climax.
Feeling the walls of Sarah's pussy beginning to spasm and contract violently, Faen didn't intentionally hold back either. After all, he had just spent the entire morning fooling around with Darha. Plus, they still had official business to take care of later. Sensing that Sarah had just about reached her absolute limit, he fiercely thrust his hips all the way forward. As hearts popped up in Sarah's dazed eyes, he pumped her full of thick creampies with loud squelching sounds.
After the euphoric climax, Sarah lay exhausted and limp on the desk. A moment later, having recovered a bit of her strength, Sarah cupped her hands beneath her pussy, caught the thick milk overflowing from inside her, and eagerly slurped it down her throat.
Swallowing it into her stomach, she then sealed her nether regions with a sticker. Afterward, she dutifully serviced Faen, carefully licking his magnificent cock perfectly clean of any remaining bodily fluids.
Understanding her Master's preferences well, once she was mostly finished cleaning him up, Sarah touched up her lipstick. Leaving a fresh coat of kiss marks all over his thick shaft and even his heavy ball sack, Sarah finally nodded in satisfaction and stood back up.
Taking a huge gulp of water, she gargled loudly before swallowing it down. After downing three large glasses in a row and making absolutely sure there were no messy, lingering tastes in her mouth, Sarah finally returned to Faen's side and resumed acting coquettishly.
Sitting in Sarah's usual, plush office chair, Faen comfortably accepted the pirate empress's attempts to win his favor with total peace of mind.
However, amidst the fawning, he still asked, "How is the progress on the tasks I ordered you to keep track of earlier?"
"They're all in the files, the third folder from the left. I've left it right there waiting for you."
Hearing this, Faen nodded and pulled out the file.
The tasks Faen had instructed Sarah to keep an eye on only consisted of two things.
The first was the situation regarding Yordles—Yordles had always fetched exorbitant prices on the black market, being a highly coveted collector's item for many of the wealthy elites and nobles across the Valoran continent.
And Bilgewater was, without a doubt, the single most severe hub of human trafficking in all of Runeterra.
Under these circumstances, the trade involving Yordles was always the hottest of the hot commodities.
In the original lore, there were stories of Lulu, Tristana, and other Yordles launching rescue missions to save their captive kin.
Faen planned to make proper contact with these Yordles.
Doing so could simultaneously resolve the hidden dangers in Bandle City while also curing some of Ionia's deeply rooted, persistent ailments.
And judging by the information in the report...
A group of Yordles had just been captured by slavers and were currently being prepared to be shipped out to the Valoran continent.
Reading this piece of information, Faen nodded thoughtfully. He then shot Sarah a teasing look and said, "Although you've worked very hard, it seems there are some things that simply can't be stamped out no matter how many times you ban them, huh~"
"There's nothing I can do; the very foundation of this city-state is inherently flawed."
Hearing Faen's teasing, Sarah felt extremely helpless. She rested her two massive, heavy breasts against the back of Faen's head, using them as a fleshy cushion for him, and said:
"Just like you said, Bilgewater started out as a temporary, makeshift settlement built by a bunch of pirates looking for a place to rest. But after settling down, more and more pirates started throwing parties here, and it slowly evolved into Bilgewater."
"For the people here, living a precarious, unpredictable life where you don't know if you'll see tomorrow is considered a normal life. Even though their living conditions have improved now, under the influence of the spiritual realm, there will always be some people who can't resist the temptation and choose to take desperate risks..."
"These kinds of things can't even be completely eradicated in much more developed places like Zaun and Piltover, let alone in Bilgewater, which lacks absolutely everything except criminals."
Hearing Sarah's words, Faen nodded in deep agreement.
Afterward, he shifted his attention to the other matter that required his focus.
This was regarding Nilah—
Actually, several months ago, Nilah had already mentioned she was coming to find Faen. It was just that Faen had been quite busy during that past period—there were several girls waiting to be conquered, and he also needed to thoroughly impregnate Syndra.
When he was busy, he couldn't just stop. But now that he was back in Bilgewater, although there were still many things to handle, it was definitely time to properly address the matters concerning Nilah and Ashlesh.