lol: After being blessed by the Happy Demon, I became the harem king

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"A Noxian?" Shen's eyes flashed with surprise upon hearing this. It wasn't that he was discriminating against Riven's identity, because Noxus hadn't yet gone to war with Ionia. For the Ionians, who were currently at peace, or rather, in the calm before the storm, it would be extremely rude to show hostility simply because of her identity.

Rather, in the traditional atmosphere of Ionia, those who come from afar to seek knowledge are often treated with great courtesy. The problem is, in Shen's memory, Fahn's hostility towards Noxus has never disappeared…

Knowing his reputation in Ionia—or rather, in the Presidium scholar circle—Farn wasn't surprised by Shen's reaction. He simply shrugged and said, "It's true that Noxus will eventually wage war against Ionia, but that doesn't mean I hate or reject every Noxian. Riven is indeed Noxian, and a Noxian soldier at that, but she's different."

As he spoke, Faen felt a slight pang of emotion. He hadn't expected to actually say something like "she's different"... but upon reflection, it wasn't really a problem. After all, he wasn't some naive young man filled with youthful, hormone-fueled fantasies about love. It was because, in the storyline, for twelve years after the First Ionian War, Riven had been working as a farmer, asking for nothing in return, helping Ionian farmers with their farming and harvesting as a form of atonement and repayment. Even when Yasuo was cleared of his name, Ionian farmers were there to explain and defend Riven. That's why Faen could confidently say that Riven was different.

Although Faen trusted Riven's character and actions based on her personality and her backstory, to be honest, even Riven herself wasn't so sure about herself right now—having just been abandoned by Noxus, all her positive perceptions of Noxus had shattered. She was currently experiencing intense questioning and confusion about her worldview and values. Now, having confirmed Faen's trust, Riven almost instinctively looked at him. Sensing the trust in Faen's words, Riven pursed her lips but didn't say anything more.

She is not good at expressing herself with words; she prefers to do things by example.

However... Fain's actions were somewhat different from those of ordinary people, which left Riven unsure how to respond. So she could only keep quiet and stand silently by her side to protect her.

Although such guards are also unnecessary.

Upon hearing Faen's words, Jie couldn't help but ask, "Although I'm not entirely sure, do you really think Noxus will wage war against Ionia? As far as I know, the Noxians have brought quite a few good new things to Ionia."

Upon hearing Jie's words, Faen raised an eyebrow and then asked, "For example?"

“For example… well, for example, some convenient facilities? And some farming tools.” Shrugging, Jie said after a brief moment of thought, “In some of the more remote villages, the Noxians even helped design and build some bridges. Although the construction of some of the bridges did not conform to Ionian customs, with the assistance of the spirits of the land, those bridges and roads were indeed more durable and less prone to deformation.”

"It won't transform? That's certainly impressive, but I won't change my mind. Besides, from another perspective, if war breaks out, these road infrastructures and terrain surveys could become weapons for the Noxians to use against Ionia, wouldn't they?" Fain seemed quite relaxed.

“That’s a bit too much… speculation.” Jie frowned, somewhat repulsed. “They did help Ionia, so it’s rather impolite to speculate like that.”

237. Memories of Ionia

"Are you just guessing we'll find out soon?" Farn shook his head, seemingly unconcerned.

Ultimately, the idea of ​​precepts wouldn't be problematic in most parts of Ionia and even Runeterra. Always harboring malicious speculation about others is indeed quite inappropriate in some ways. But Fain wasn't speculating; he genuinely knew what the future held. It's just that informing others of such things through prophecy might be acceptable elsewhere, but in Ionia, it doesn't quite work.

The reason, as before, stems from the historical inertia created by Ionia's centuries of peace.

Seeing that Fain didn't want to explain too much, Jie was puzzled, but his personality prevented him from pressing the matter further. He simply nodded, and then Shen, who was standing next to him, said, "Alright, more importantly, we're tired from the journey. Let's find a place to rest and have a meal from our hometown."

As he said this, Shen calmly added, "After wandering around for so long, it's time to reminisce about the flavors of Ionia~"

“That’s true.” Upon hearing this, Fain nodded in deep agreement.

While not widely known, Ionia's cuisine ranks among the best in Runeterra. This ranking has nothing to do with cooking techniques—after all, culinary techniques are often closely linked to the local environment and climate. Different environments nurture different cuisines; for example, Freljord is known for its stews, while hot, humid rainforests favor refreshing dishes, and deserts are known for their grilled meats. In Fain's view, it's like being able to eat spicy food or not—there's no superiority or inferiority, just different culinary styles.

Therefore, the differences in Ionian food lie more in taste and quality. This isn't just Fane's opinion—Yordles are extremely picky about food because their home city, Bandle, is part of the spiritual realm, and its food naturally possesses a pure flavor that's difficult to find in the material world. In Tristana's personal novel, her disdain for material food is specifically described. And the only food that Tristana approves of is Ionian whitefish.

According to Faen's speculation, this should be directly related to the water quality of Ionia—the people here cultivate and work properly through communication with the spirits of nature, without the pollution of magic and alchemy industries, and the more they pursue the original flavor of the food, the more they can amplify the quality of Ionian food itself.

Led by Shen, the group arrived at a restaurant with a rather pleasant ambiance. Although there were no fancy decorations, the sheer flavor of the ingredients was enough to satisfy Faen. Especially since he hadn't had such high-quality food in a while, returning to his home world made Faen feel a little happier.

However, to be precise, Fahn's taste in food was only so-so, since although he had been away from Ionia for some time, he still retained related memories. As for Riven, this taste was truly unheard of—after the group finished dinner, a quick glance revealed that Riven had more plates in front of her than Shen and Jie combined—of course, this was also because, as practitioners of the Way of Balance, they were very restrained in their desires for external material things.

Caution and restraint—Leaving aside others in the Way of Balance, Master Ku Shuo certainly likes to use words and phrases that convey restraint in his naming.

After filling her stomach, Riven blinked as she looked at her plate, which was taller than all the others' plates combined, but her expression remained completely unconcerned.

She wasn't the type to feel embarrassed about eating a lot, especially as a warrior. In Riven's view, ensuring sufficient energy was always more important than things like saving face. Of course, this didn't mean Riven had nothing to say. For example, right now—

"The portions are too small!" Riven couldn't help but complain. "They were gone in just a few bites. If this kind of food were in Noxus, or even in places like Zaun or Piltover, the owner and chef would definitely be beaten up."

"Haven't you noticed that Ionians are generally slender because of their environment?" Upon hearing this, Fain shrugged and then looked at the pedestrians outside the window, saying, "Ionian farming is closely related to the land they live on. This relationship isn't just about living off the land; it's a close connection with the spirit of the land. Apart from the energy consumed by daily labor, most Ionians spend their time drinking tea."

Upon hearing this, Riven simply shrugged, indicating that she couldn't understand but wasn't prepared to offer any further comment.

After dinner, the group agreed on a meeting time for the next day and then went their separate ways.

Upon arriving at the hotel, she immediately booked a double room. Although she had already anticipated that Fain would do this, when Riven actually saw Fain do it, she still couldn't help but rub her temples and sigh heavily.

Once inside the room, Riven quickly washed up. Stepping outside, she looked at Fahn and couldn't help but ask curiously, "I haven't heard you talk much about Ionia before?"

"It's alright, there's not much to say."

Upon hearing Riven's question, Fain seemed somewhat moved.

For Fahn, before leaving Ionia—or rather, before receiving the blessing of Ossilash—he often felt as if a dark cloud was hanging over his head.

That dark cloud stemmed from Fahn's perception of the future—while the various calamities of Runeterra hadn't yet occurred, Fahn saw no difference between them and their actual occurrence. Because at that time, even though Fahn had become an apprentice of the Dancer Master Sonia, his strength remained at a mortal level. To be precise, he was only slightly stronger than Riven, but in the grand scheme of Runeterra, he still couldn't ascend to the stage of true power. Facing an ambassador of the era, his only fate was to be crushed.

But now...

After thinking for a moment, a hint of reminiscence appeared in Farn's eyes as he said, "Not bad, at least we weren't directly expelled for spreading rumors."

"...Uh, spreading rumors?" Riven seemed somewhat surprised. "Aren't you a prophet?"

238. Riven's Random Thoughts

Upon hearing Riven's words, Fain shook his head.

"Although they are all prophets, in Ionia, the greatest prophet is called Venerable Karma."

Upon hearing Fain's words, Riven raised an eyebrow in surprise, then asked directly, "Venerable Karma? What is that?"

"If those old fogies in the Temple of Eternity heard you say that, they'd definitely frown and roll their eyes at you. Well, then, once they find out you're a Noxian, they'd patiently explain it to you, letting you understand the profound and mysterious meaning of balance." As he said this, Fain shook his head somewhat helplessly.

In a sense, Ionians are lenient towards foreigners but strict towards their own—not in the sense of being blindly pro-foreign, but because this is deeply intertwined with Ionia's traditions and spiritual landscape. Just as people in cold climates are fond of stews, Ionia's extreme emphasis on peace stems from the characteristics of its spiritual realm. This is not a case of self-deprecation or being overly strict with oneself.

Upon hearing Fain's words, Riven raised an eyebrow, somewhat puzzled. However, Fain remained silent, instead sitting on the bed and patting his open legs.

Upon seeing Fain's action, Riven's face showed a deep sense of disdain. Although she was Fain's nominal guard and servant—or even slave—after spending time together, Riven had become somewhat aware of some aspects of Fain's personality. That is, Fain did not get angry because of other people's reactions, even if those reactions were disdain and resentment.

According to Riven, this is probably because Fain prefers his bed partner to have a unique soul that shines with its own light.

Then, during intercourse, Fain can strip away the other person's glamorous exterior, causing their dependence and love for him to penetrate to the very marrow of their soul, making them unable to refuse Fain's demands even in public, and even enjoying the humiliation and abuse from Fain.

In particular, the fact that these leaders, representatives, stars, and idols, who are worshipped by countless people, are trained to the point that a mere nudge with a baguette can make them kneel on the ground, completely losing their senses, and begging for penetration like bitches, craving that Farn will fill them up like cream puffs and praying that their wombs will bear the fruit of Farn's love... Farn's possessiveness and sense of conquest are satisfied to the maximum extent.

From this perspective alone, Farn's character is utterly despicable; calling him the most repulsive enemy of women, a great lecher, and a slut would not be an exaggeration.

On the other hand, the help Fane provided was genuine. The changes in Piltover and Zaun were still fresh in his mind, and the rebirth of Bilgewater was just around the corner. And his ability to see the truth of all this undoubtedly stemmed entirely from Fane…

Although she was reluctant to admit it, even Riven couldn't deny it from her own heart: the quality of the girls around Fain was just too high... This "high" doesn't refer to their looks—well, they were all indeed very beautiful.

Fain has a pretty good eye for aesthetics and is quite skilled at shaping a woman's body. For example, Vi, whose body lines were previously a bit too masculine, has become much more rounded after Fain's work. Along with the increase in her femininity, her androgynous charm has become even stronger. Sometimes, even Riven can clearly feel that alluring blend of coolness and beauty. Especially when she's writhing and yielding beneath Fain, the contrast in her demeanor, combined with her body being shaped like Fain's, makes Riven feel the impact of their intercourse, even just as an observer.

Beyond their looks, these girls' talents, ideals, and ambitions... to be honest, Riven sometimes felt ashamed of herself. Compared to Zephyr, Caitlyn, and others' grand aspirations to change the future of the city-state's people, Riven's ambition was simply to fight, accumulate military merits, and climb the ranks. And just recently, Riven even lost that ideal...

Does a weapon without a target, unsure of what it's fighting for, or even whether it's fighting for itself... truly have any value? Does it truly deserve to stand shoulder to shoulder with those girls?

Thinking this, Riven let out a soft breath, then knelt down in front of Fain with a somewhat downcast mood. She lowered her head, opened her full red lips, unzipped Fain's waist, and slowly kneaded the still-undeveloped baguette-shaped penis in her mouth.

Although she hadn't yet given away her virginity, back in Twin Cities, Riven became infatuated with Seraphine, who was having sex with Fain, and afterwards Fain pulled her by the rabbit ears and inserted a baguette deep into her esophagus to clean it, and then licked the ping-pong ball bag covered in wrinkles and hair.

Although Riven's rational mind told her that the memory was humiliating and infuriating, her own body and emotions didn't see it that way. Limited by her status as Faen's slave and a potential pregnancy sac, she repeatedly helped Faen clean up afterward… even helping Faen's girls clean up, licking the overflowing, nutrient-rich milk that couldn't be cleaned up in time due to their unconsciousness.

She has been silently enduring, and now, putting aside her other technical skills, Riven's verbal skills are quite outstanding.

However, Farn was also somewhat helpless: "I never said you were my slave or my future gestational sac, okay? Don't underestimate yourself, and don't pin any unfounded accusations on me."

Riven remained silent, merely gesturing and rolling her eyes at Fain to express her attitude in a silent way.

Farn wasn't angry; he simply stroked Riven's head, silently enjoying the female warrior's service. As the baguette gradually swelled under the right temperature and caress, Farn said unhurriedly, "Actually, you don't need to belittle yourself. Beliefs and ideals have no distinction of high or low, noble or base. And temporary confusion is just to find the true meaning of your life."

Hearing this, Riven glanced at Fain with some surprise, then promptly spat out the baguette that had swelled to its limit in her esophagus. Wiping away the sticky saliva, she leaned in again, giving him a light kiss while humming, "Sounds nice, but you're just saying that to get me into bed, aren't you?"

“I can get you into bed anytime I want, no need for all this nonsense.” Farn shook his head helplessly: “I really hope you can find your own path and realize your own value in life.”

239. The Complex Riven

When Raven heard that Fain wanted her to realize her life's value, she just rolled her eyes and mumbled, "So you'll feel better when you're on top of me, right?"

"That's definitely a factor," Fain shrugged, his expression completely at ease. After all, although Riven hadn't gone all the way with him yet, her silver tongue had already revealed all of Fain's strengths and weaknesses. Continuing to hide it would only cause more trouble, so it was better to be straightforward.

"So whether it's for your sake or for mine, I want to help you find a way to realize your self-worth."

Hearing Fain's leisurely words, Riven nodded. A hint of unspeakable shame appeared in her eyes.

Seeing this, Fain patted Riven's cheek and then said with a smile, "Getting into the swing of things?"

"It's...okay." Sensing the teasing in Riven's words, Riven couldn't help but swallow.

Although she hasn't given up her virginity yet, the frequent cleaning of Faen and feeding him the overflowing nutritious milk are not only making Riven stronger, but also subtly enhancing her perception of Faen.

As the juices from the oral service flowed into her mouth and down her esophagus and stomach, coupled with the intense masculine scent assaulting her brain, and that slight sense of dependence that even Riven herself wasn't entirely sure existed, Riven was now experiencing a surge of emotion.

This sense of dependence had always been there—a glimmer of clarity remained in Riven's eyes, which were gradually becoming blurry with tears. Because Riven knew very well that everything she was doing now—becoming Faen's servant, cleaning up the mess left by Faen and his bed partners, and now following Faen to Ionia like a bed warmer—was all driven by Faen. And she herself had almost no purpose or independent thought. Or rather, she didn't know what she should be doing…

On the contrary, although Fan's motives were impure, he was indeed acting in his own best interests in some ways...

If that's the case, then it's probably only a matter of time before I start begging for Fain's favor.

Thinking about this, and imagining herself possibly end up like Seraphine or Vi, shamelessly crawling on the ground, prying open her petals and begging for humiliation and penetration, Riven felt a surge of intense shame welling up inside her. Lost in thought, she didn't even notice her body tremble slightly. Then, as if all her strength had been drained, she slumped down, even her tongue movements slowing down.

Seeing this, Fain also pulled out his baguette. Because the movement was so direct, when he stood up to draw the baguette, Riven was knocked to the ground. With her legs spread apart, gazing at the babbling water in the narrow valley, Fain chuckled, "You've only been eating for a short while, and you're already this sensitive?"

Upon hearing this, Riven's face showed a hint of embarrassment, but she tightened her legs and retorted, "It's because there's always something strange in your milk..."

“Then let’s prove it properly,” Farn said.

"Proof?" Riven asked, puzzled.

Just as Riven was wondering what was happening, she suddenly felt dizzy and was thrown onto the bed. Realizing she was lying on the bed, a look of tension appeared in Riven's eyes. But just as she squeezed her legs together, wanting to say something, she opened her mouth and found a baguette pressed against her face, close to her cheek, past her chin, and against her esophagus.

“Ionia’s spiritual realm is under Karma’s supervision. Without prior notification, it’s not appropriate to invite Zerek and the others over to play.” As he said this, Faen gently tapped Riven’s cheek and said with a smile, “So you’ll just have to make do for a while.”

Hearing that Zeli and the others wouldn't be able to come easily in the short term, Riven was slightly taken aback, then a mix of nervousness and inexplicable joy welled up inside her. She was nervous because she knew very well that Fain wanted to completely take her, and that her body was even ready to reciprocate. However, Riven's pride prevented her from so easily surrendering her virginity… at least, she hadn't yet convinced herself to become like Zeli and the others, almost completely losing herself in front of Fain, turning into a mere vessel of lust.

But at the same time, Riven also felt a strange joy, joy that for the time to come, Fain would have her all to herself... and she wouldn't have to just watch helplessly from the sidelines.

But I clearly don't want to become like them...

Despite her complicated thoughts, Riven ultimately understood Fain's meaning. She then wriggled twice on the bed, letting her head droop to the foot of the bed to straighten her mouth and esophagus, pulling her mouth as wide as possible with her hands. Although the movement was simple, the cool air, the strong masculine scent, and what Fain was about to do still stimulated Riven's throat, causing her to involuntarily swallow repeatedly.

Fain didn't keep Riven waiting long, aiming directly at her throat and esophagus before inserting himself. At first, Fain's movements were gentle, but Riven, being a warrior, possessed a much higher tolerance than a soft, delicate girl like Seraphine. Once he was certain the warrior beneath him had adjusted, Fain gradually increased his speed.

Before long, the speed of the pile driving was almost the same as when it entered the fleshy swamp. Throughout this process, Riven stubbornly persisted, feeling the hard baguette constantly moving back and forth in her esophagus, feeling the throbbing blood vessels scraping against the inner walls of her mouth and esophagus that were constantly contracting due to the swallowing reflex. A more and more intense sense of bewilderment appeared in Riven's eyes.

The ping-pong ball, wrapped in wrinkles, kept hitting her face with each movement, and with the heavy touch and increasingly intense scent, Riven's body trembled slightly. Just then, Fain's hand suddenly landed at the source of that honeyed valley. His large hand casually fiddled with it a couple of times, easily finding the delicate nectar among the layers of petals.

With a gentle tug, the intense sensation sent a jolt through Riven's body, causing her to tremble violently, and the flow of fluid between her legs erupted into a torrent. She tried to struggle, but was held down firmly by Fain, and could only manage a few weak whimpers from the tightly blocked gaps in her mouth, accompanied by the tightening of her esophagus.

240·Exclusive

Although it wasn't the first time Faen had done this to Riven, both the first and second times, she felt a deep sense of shame and an indescribable pleasure. Many times, Riven even hated herself for finding pleasure in Faen's torment of her body.

Therefore, Riven tried more than once to refuse Fain's actions—although Fain would politely withdraw his fingers, pull out his baguette, and even manipulate the running water to help clean himself. But with each abrupt end, watching Fain leave, Riven would always feel an unprecedented emptiness after nightfall, along with physical resentment and regret, and an uncontrollable itching…

Over time, Riven has become somewhat accommodating to Fain's actions. She doesn't take the initiative, but she doesn't refuse either; she just silently endures it.

But today was noticeably different from before—just when Riven thought Fahn would use her throat roughly as a toy as before, Fahn suddenly pulled it out. Then, Riven felt a burning heat press against her petals.

This caused Riven to tense up almost instinctively, her body and legs stiffening. Looking at Fain, Riven pursed her lips, her gaze carrying a hint of expectation, but ultimately turning into a stubborn resistance. Even though she was covering herself with her hands, fluid was still overflowing from below.

Seeing this, Fain didn't insist, but instead sank down slightly. Feeling another petal being ground by the baguette below, Riven swallowed, but in the end, she only lowered her eyelids and didn't cover the other flower like she had covered the petals of the valley.

With her mouth constantly being used, Riven could feel her body yearning for stimulation from Fain. Or rather, simply having her mouth and esophagus used wasn't enough to satisfy Riven... it was only a matter of time anyway...

Thinking this, Riven lowered her head, and her breathing gradually became rapid.

Seeing this, Farn no longer hesitated and contentedly plunged in.

The next morning. Opening her eyes, Riven glanced at Faen, who was still meditating beside her, and pursed her lips with a complicated expression before getting out of bed.

Although getting out of bed is a simple action, it felt unusually difficult today. Stretching slightly, I felt a strange burning and swelling in my lower body. Normally, under the influence of pleasure hormones, normal sexual intercourse shouldn't cause any discomfort the next day. But yesterday was clearly not the usual case.

Without Zeli and the others to provide firepower, even though Fain had exercised some restraint and was only testing the waters, it was still too intense for Riven, who was trying to penetrate from behind for the first time. Even though the "happy factor" greatly alleviated the discomfort of the first time, Riven still felt a distinct sense of unease.

But to say that it makes people feel repulsed or disgusted... well, not really.

Yesterday, she was exhausted until almost dawn. The extreme fatigue and physical exhaustion caused Riven to be knocked unconscious several times, only to be woken up by intense pleasure. Logically, she should be extremely tired and hungry now, but apart from a slight swelling in her rear, Riven felt that her energy and stamina were exceptionally abundant.

I glanced at the clock on the wall—I'd only slept for two hours, but the quality of my sleep was surprisingly high. And on top of that, I felt no hunger whatsoever…

Thinking this, Riven shifted slightly, then froze in place. She looked down at her abdomen. As a warrior, Riven's stomach was undoubtedly flat and firm. However, today her usually perfectly defined abs were noticeably blurred, and with the slightest movement and a little attention, she could feel the sound of liquid sloshing inside her... not water, but the sound of a thick, heavy, semi-solid liquid, similar to yogurt, sloshing around.

Previously, she would clean up the leftovers that Zeli and the others had finished eating. Although she would occasionally suck out some residual milk from the pipes while helping Faen clean, this was the first time that Riven had ever actively extracted milk like this.

But even on the first try, Riven was already incredulous – wasn't this far too much?

...No wonder that in Shuangcheng, Zeli and three or four other girls always had to go together.

Thinking about this, Riven also had a bit of a headache—and right now, Fain was all alone.

She wasn't sure if she felt more joy or unease. Although it was a headache, Riven was never the type to dwell on things. Unable to understand, Riven simply stopped worrying about it and instead looked around before finding the underwear she had previously tossed aside and slowly putting it on.