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Working with Janna, it took about three days for Fain to successfully stabilize many aspects of his mental state.
In this process, the spiritual realm constantly shifted, its scenes endlessly reshaping themselves amidst periods of wholeness and fragmentation, unable to stabilize their fundamental form. Finally, Farn simply transformed the foundation of all matter into water. He used water to shape the land and adorn the sky. With the wind provided by Janna, the spiritual realm finally achieved a stable existence.
After it ended, Farn opened his eyes again and then came to the material realm.
Three days had passed in the spiritual realm, but less than a few tens of minutes had passed in the physical realm. It sounded like a pretty good training ground, but as soon as his spirit returned, Farn felt dizzy—his body and consciousness were in the physical and spiritual realms respectively. Now that he was back in one realm, his body and consciousness needed to readjust and adjust to the time difference.
This dizziness affects every aspect of an individual's life. Essentially, it's the veil at work, mediating the balance between two worlds and preventing excessive chaos caused by imbalance. Where the veil is weak, while the effects of the mismatch between spirit and body are reduced, the risks also surge. For example, in Ionia, many outsiders cannot understand why the Ionians are so obsessed with balance and resonance, so cowardly. They also cannot comprehend what the 'evil spirits' and 'spirits of all things' they speak of truly are.
In reality, it was the consequence of the veil being destroyed in the ancient war.
Once he had recovered enough, Fain waved to Zelly and Seraphine, who were standing not far away, and said, "Alright, you can come in now. Jinx, you can go back if you don't have anything else to do."
“No need, I was just feeling bored and wanted to get some fresh air here,” Jinx shrugged. Caitlyn, hearing this, remained standing silently—she knew that Jinx was now her jailer.
Zeli and Salafine nodded in agreement, and then the two friends held hands and entered Farn's mental realm.
Upon entering the spiritual realm, the sea breeze and vibrant jungle that greeted them made the two of them involuntarily widen their eyes.
The moment she stepped onto the sand, she felt a soft, yielding sensation beneath her feet. Looking down, she saw the fine sand meeting the sea, as fine as gold dust. Even while wearing shoes, Zeli could still feel the warm, soft sand, moistened by the seawater, as she stepped onto the beach, like a natural massage mat.
Looking into the distance, the mudflats are dotted with delicate, round holes, where beach crabs dart about like lightning, leaving behind fleeting, agile silhouettes. Turning to look into the deep sea, the water gradually deepens in color, eventually transforming into a clear azure. As the waves recede, the exposed reefs are covered with emerald green seaweed, swaying with the waves like emeralds set in the blue water.
Behind them stretched the coastal jungle bordering the golden sands, a vibrant barrier seamlessly connecting the verdant land with the azure ocean. Although they hadn't yet entered the dense forest, Zeli and Salafenny could already feel the pulse of life within it. However, having just arrived, the two girls knew they had come with a mission, so they suppressed their curiosity and turned to Fain beside them, asking, "So, what do we do next?"
"Just wait."
Fane held out his hand, signaling the two girls not to rush. A moment later, hearing Fane's call, Janna flew over from the distant forest. Arriving in front of Fane, Janna said, "I'm ready. How about you?"
"What preparations?" Farn asked.
Although he gained some understanding of the spiritual realm, he was not a true being of that realm. Therefore, while Farn knew many of the rules and structure of the spiritual realm, he approached matters such as how to forge contracts and create chosen ones with a learning attitude.
In response, Janna calmly stated, "The fusion of essences is nothing short of a rebirth for beings in the spiritual realm. Especially for a being like me, whose essence is far inferior to yours, once the contract is completed, my level as a spiritual being will experience a tremendous leap. Even if you remain my master, I will still be a beneficiary of this fusion."
"It's alright. Also, don't call me master, just call me Fan." Fan nodded, showing no sign of heartache—after all, they all belonged to Osilish. He would sell them if he could, taking advantage of Osilish being suppressed by Nera to turn as many of these unusable items as possible into things he could use.
Abbreviation: Money laundering.
It's just laundering other people's savings into your own pocket.
"Instead of that, let's proceed with the ceremony first, with you in charge."
As he said this, Faen wasn't worried at all about Janna's ulterior motives. Because they had already signed a contract before the ritual even began. In this situation, even the mental realm here was built under Faen's leadership. It was like creating a group chat; although they were all among the first members, Faen was the group leader, and Janna was the administrator.
However, at the same time, under the contract, Fain can directly sense Janna's thoughts—a one-way, transparent understanding in the literal sense. While this sense can't pinpoint the details of Janna's thought process, it's enough to discern whether Janna harbors ill will towards Fain. It's precisely because of this safeguard that Fain trusts Janna so much—he can't just believe everything Janna says just because she seems straightforward and unpredictable, right?
Upon hearing Fan's words, Janna nodded, then glanced at Zerek and Seraphine beside her and said, "Is she our chosen one?"
“Yes.” Farn nodded.
Seeing this, Janna calmly reached out and, through the pull of the wind, established a connection with Zeli and Seraphine similar to that between her and Fain. However, compared to her relationship with Fain, she now held the upper hand and was in a dominant position in her relationship with Zeli and Seraphine. This strange feeling made Zeli and Seraphine somewhat uncomfortable, but seeing Fain standing to the side, they suppressed their discomfort.
After sensing for a moment, Janna nodded thoughtfully and then asked, "There are many ways to complete the ritual. Would you like to use one that you are more familiar with?"
Upon hearing this, recalling how convenient and swift Osiris had been in blessing him before, Farn nodded and said, "Okay."
Having received permission, Janna nodded and landed. She then leaned back, raising one leg high above her head, and pushed the fabric of her undergarments to one side. Extending her fingers, she opened her vase, revealing its shape.
Fan: "Hmm?"
65. Differences between Janna and Zeli
Watching Janna lift her leg and demonstrate a beautiful split, Fain paused for a moment, then thoughtfully stroked his chin.
Meanwhile, seeing Janna's actions, Zeli was so shocked that she couldn't close her mouth. She stood there dumbfounded, forgetting to stop her at first.
It's not that Zeli didn't stop her, because Janna was dressed very scantily from the start. Apart from her white underwear, she only had a few strands of white gauze hanging down. With a gentle tug after lifting her leg, her smooth secret garden was directly revealed to Fain's sight.
Salafine couldn't help but cover her mouth, her expression mirroring Zeli's. She then quickly lowered her head, unable to look.
Seeing that Fain didn't react for a while, Janna lowered her raised leg slightly, but her thighs remained in a split position. Turning her face to the side, Janna tilted her head with some confusion, looking at Fain calmly: "What's wrong? Are you not used to the position?"
“No… I’m just curious why the ritual is performed this way.” Fain said as he looked around—Jana hadn’t said anything, so Fain wasn’t going to act like a shy virgin.
In response, Janna blinked, then lowered her legs and calmly said, "You are a being that is half spiritual and half material, while I am a being that is purely spiritual. If we were the same, then a simple contract would suffice. But you are not, and your status is higher than mine, so I must make myself the same as you, possessing a physical body, in order to complete the ritual we need."
“In this process, the soul and the physical body need to resonate. This process is centered on you, so I used the most intimate and close actions between you and Zeli from the depths of my mind to replicate it.”
Upon hearing Janna's words, both Fane and Seraphine turned to look at Zeli. Feeling their gazes, Zeli blushed, but then lowered her head and protested, "This...this isn't my fault! Besides, I wasn't the one who decided to do it this way!"
"I thought it would be a quick blessing like Osiris's." Fane shrugged, then looked at Janna standing there for a moment before reaching out to help adjust her underwear and bottoms, which had been pulled to one side, and said:
"But now it seems that I underestimated Osiris's status. Even the blessings that primordial demons can bestow at will still present an insurmountable barrier for other spiritual beings."
Upon hearing this, Janna nodded, and after a moment of silence, calmly asked, "Did I do something wrong?"
"What's wrong?" Farn asked.
Janna continued calmly, "I thought you would be more familiar with and prefer this method of ritual, so I have completed the basic framework of the ritual. If you are not satisfied with it, I can dismantle it and rebuild the ritual, but it may take some more time."
“No, in fact I quite like it.” Upon hearing this, Farn gave a thumbs up.
Upon hearing this, Zeli pursed her lips, then stared at Faen for a while before coming up to Faen with a look of disgust and pulling off his belt.
With a gasp from Salafine, the hard pestle snapped open. Its thick frame was covered in bulging veins, like a freshly baked baguette radiating heat. The enormous shape filled her pupils, and memories of her midnight visit to Zeli resurfaced, along with the euphoric waves Zeli had sent through her mind. Salafine almost immediately covered her eyes, unable to bear looking.
Noticing Salafine's actions, Zeli chuckled a few times, then licked her lips and went behind Salafine, prying her fingers open a few cracks.
Just as Zeli had expected, although Seraphine was trying hard to cover her eyes, once she parted her fingers, her beautiful eyes, though filled with fear, excitement, and unease, remained fixed on Fain's waist. While Zeli's perception wasn't as strong as Seraphine's, her emotional intelligence still made her far more perceptive than most. At least for now, Zeli could sense a faint curiosity and a barely perceptible expectation in Seraphine's eyes as well.
“Miss Zeli…” Salafine pleaded. Seeing this, Zeli chuckled and didn’t continue to help Salafine be more honest. Instead, she looked at Fane, scratched her head, and said helplessly, “Personally… as long as you love me as before, I don’t really care about other things.”
At first, she was helpless, but halfway through the conversation, seeing the ease on Faen's face, Zeli's expression turned frank, and she bluntly complained, "And to be honest, I really feel like I should have more sisters! Because you're not even human! It's fine to relax a little on ordinary days, but when you get into a mood, there's no stopping you, and in the end, even your pleasure factor is ineffective."
As she said this, Zeli pouted and said, "I'd rather lie comfortably in bed for a while after one visit, kissing and cuddling, than start a new one right after it's over! It's comfortable, but it can also be a bit tiring..."
"Okay, then there's no problem."
Having ascertained Zeli's thoughts, Fain nodded. Although Fain would still choose to comply with Zeli's wishes, or rather, confront her inner desires, it was always good that Zeli was willing to share—mainly to avoid the feeling of missing Zeli after having fun with Janna, and then having to find ways to coax her back into intimacy.
Now, Zeli thinks there's no problem, Fain thinks there's no problem, and Gana doesn't think there's anything wrong with it either—Salepani thinks there's a problem to some extent, but being gentle and indecisive, Salepani just observes cautiously from the sidelines, her eyes showing surprise, confusion, curiosity, and anticipation...
After confirming everything, Fain turned his gaze to Janna, who was waiting quietly to the side, and walked straight up to her, reaching into her barely visible clothing.
Noticing Fan's actions, Janna showed neither pleasure nor dislike; she simply leaned forward, arching her slender waist to make her mons pubis protrude, making it easier for Fan to caress her.
Looking at Janna's calm face, Fain was slightly surprised, but he did not give up. After exploring for a while, he used his manipulation of the mental realm to create a soft bed and quickly moved on to the actual combat.
Although it was her first time, having read Zeli's memories, Janna still awkwardly lay on the bed, using the position Zeli was most familiar with to completely expose her private parts to Faen behind her.
Seeing this, Faen also stepped forward and gently stroked her a few times. As the pleasure factor gradually took effect, although Janna's face was still calm and indifferent, a viscous liquid quickly seeped out from her secret garden and gathered downwards, dripping from her pink nipples and leaving a viscous silver trail in the air.
No feeling? Is it because of the split between the two cities? Confused, Fain used his pestle to separate the left and right petals and stuffed them into the inner flower chamber.
A few drops of bright red blood dripped from the cracks, turning into vibrant plum blossoms on the soft bed. Although Janna, as a being of the spiritual realm, lacked emotions, the unfamiliar sensation that accompanied this deep, penetrating touch still caused her to slightly raise her face and let out a soft hum.
The pain of losing her virginity would normally be transformed into a strange kind of pleasure by the pleasure factor, but as a being in the spiritual realm, Janna could distinguish between the two.
Janna's furrowed brows made her slightly uncomfortable, which also made Fain, who was always paying attention to Janna's condition, slow down his pace. Fain once thought that Janna had no feelings in this regard, but now it seems that Janna is not without feelings, but because the split of the two cities has damaged her essence and lost some of her ability to express emotions.
"how do you feel?"
“…It hurts.” After a moment of silence, Janna frowned and said, “But don’t worry about what I think, please continue the ritual.”
Upon hearing this, Fain did not respond, but simply slowed down his pace silently. Seeing this, Janna did not continue to dissuade or urge him, but a subtle relaxation appeared in her eyes.
Through the contract, Fain was able to sense Janna's state. Combined with the skills he had honed while being intimate with Zeli, in just a few minutes, Janna went from being awkward and uncomfortable to being slightly excited.
Although her face remained expressionless, a tempting blush appeared on her fair complexion. Even her pale lips became slightly redder, and she parted her lips slightly, breathing a little rapidly.
Compared to Janna's slow reactions, Fain seemed to be enjoying himself. Zeli gave Fain the feeling of being full of explosive energy; her personality was sunny and cheerful, always full of a positive and healthy side, and her vibrant emotional sparks could also enhance her physical reactions and intensity as her emotions rose and fell.
Especially when reaching the peak, or when suddenly startled, such as when Salafine caught him, that momentary contraction felt like a pestle being completely gripped by a constantly writhing fleshy pot, a sensation that Fain found unforgettable each time.
Unlike Zeli, Janna gives off a feeling like the wind—cool and noble. But now, delving deeper into her, Fain senses a delicate and gentle warmth.
66. All are friends
The pestle penetrates deep, revealing layers of soft, fleshy petals. They are neither overly tight nor loose, giving the impression that everything has come naturally, imbued with a maternal tenderness. They gently undulate around the pestle in rhythm with the farn's movements, creating an incredibly gentle sensation.
Feeling the sensations emanating from her body, Janna's eyes glistened slightly with her soft panting. Her fair skin was tinged with a delicate pink, and although she didn't wag her hips as joyfully as Zeli, expressing her desire and love intensely, she still gently swayed her slender waist, matching the movements of Fain behind her.
As the live sex show unfolded before her eyes, Salafine's countless eyes were tense. Through the gaps between her fingers, she watched the two people colliding gently yet intensely. The blush on her face had spread to her ears, but her sapphire-like eyes remained unblinking, as if she wanted to imprint the scene before her into her mind, afraid of forgetting even a moment of the image.
Having tasted the sweetness, he watched as Faen and Janna, having moved beyond their initial familiarity, began to intensify their passion. He watched his lover ride freely atop Janna, revered and worshipped by the people of Zaun. He watched as Faen's large hands left red marks on Janna's shapely buttocks, and listened to Janna's cries of confusion tinged with pleasure...
She pursed her lips, feeling a slight dampness and a warm sensation beneath her. Already passionate and lively, the scene stirred her emotions, and she felt the hormones surging in the air. Her eyes were fixed on the two people making love on the bed, and her body reacted instinctively. She spread her legs, put her fingers in her mouth and gently nibbled on them, her eyes slightly dizzy as she reached down with her other hand.
Unfortunately, having tasted true pleasure, when fingers were inserted, Zeli didn't feel any relief from the urges in her body; instead, she felt increasingly empty and numb. The sudden flow of water soaked her trousers, leaving several watermarks, and the overly vigorous movements also caught the attention of Salafine, who was standing nearby. But after only one glance, Salafine immediately looked away, her small face filled with fear and unease, as if she were the only outsider present.
But at that moment, suddenly sensing something, Seraphine and Zerek simultaneously turned their gazes toward Janna beside them.
Sensing Janna's inner turmoil, Fain nodded, then reached out and lifted Janna by the bed leg, carrying the girl in his arms as if he were helping her urinate.
This kind of train bento-like position from behind is quite a test of skill, stamina, strength, and length. And as a numerical monster, Janna's supple body felt as light as if it had no weight to Fane.
On the contrary, when Janna was picked up like this again, as Salafine and Zeli watched the details of her body and her honeyed parts being constantly pounded, a slight change appeared on their faces. However, the change on their faces only lasted for a few moments of confusion, because at the same time, her tightening flower garden made Fain involuntarily increase the force.
This chain reaction made Janna feel her consciousness becoming extremely chaotic. In a few hazy moments, it seemed that only Fane remained in her mind...
"Are you feeling unwell? Do you need to change positions?" Noticing the unusual mental state Janna was acting, Fain asked softly, but his movements didn't slow down at all.
When asked by Fain, Janna took a moment to catch her breath before saying haltingly, "It's... okay, it's a good thing."
With her eyes half-closed, Janna's gaze held a slightly dreamy quality, which, combined with the pink blush on her cheeks, gave her the appearance of a beautiful woman who couldn't hold her liquor.
“My consciousness is gradually filling up with you. This means the ritual was performed perfectly, even more perfectly than I imagined. You are gradually… completely possessing me.” Panting, Janna tried to clearly describe her state as she felt her physical body being filled, stuffed, possessed, and perfected.
“I am becoming yours. Once the ritual is complete, we will be inseparable... and you will become my master forever.”
As Janna continued speaking, Fain already sensed Janna's flower chamber shrinking continuously. Combined with her expression, which resembled a slave's declaration, the increasingly excited Fain couldn't help but quicken his pace.
Fane had initially assumed that the calm, serene, and even somewhat aloof Janna would have better endurance than Zeli. However, just as Fane was about to floor the accelerator, he suddenly felt a pressure, accompanied by the all-around tightening of the pestle. Janna's neck tilted back slightly, and she leaned against Fane's cheek, trembling slightly. Seeing this, Fane sped up the grinding of the medicine, and after a moment, coordinated with Janna's condition to relax her vital energy barrier—
With a mournful whimper, Janna's trembling became extremely violent, and then, with Fain's help, she simultaneously gushed out a stream of water that lasted for several seconds before finally stopping.
Slumped against Fain, Janna, her limbs convulsing and spasming, felt as if all the strength had been drained from her body—at least in her current physical form. If Janna wished, with the infusion of spiritual energy, recovery would only take a few breaths.
And that was indeed what Janna thought. However, after leaning against Fain for only a short while, Janna felt a strange emotion growing within her… Was it tenderness? Janna wasn't quite sure, because this was knowledge she had gained from Zeli's memories. Now, experiencing it for the first time, Janna seemed to understand why Zeli wanted him to rest a little after the first round rather than immediately starting the second.
But now is not the time to rest.
Janna struggled to stand up, but before she could move, Fain, noticing her condition, said, "It's alright, don't force yourself. If you're more comfortable this way, just stay where you are."
Hearing Fan's words, Janna nodded, abandoning her plan to recover her strength. Instead, she leaned against Fan, slowly soothing her inner flower with her pestle in rhythm with his movements. Unlike the previous intensity, the slow, gentle caress brought not intense stimulation, but rather a soothing and tender feeling.
Janna was somewhat captivated by this comfort, yet the face of this wind goddess maintained a composed and serene demeanor, as if she herself hadn't just been spouting water. Unfortunately, no matter how serene her expression, the gentle, flowing water, interspersed with faint red and white droplets, betrayed her enjoyment.
“This ritual requires three parts.” Janna’s voice was soft and ethereal, as if she had just exhausted herself. “The first round is over. I have merged with my master and shaped my physical body.”
Upon hearing Janna's words, Fain noticed that Janna's body was more solid than before. Or rather, more material, rather than as if she might turn into a breeze and drift away at any moment. And on this beautiful body, Fain could also feel that Janna had formed a physical connection with him in addition to a spiritual one.
This connection is subtle, because Janna's body was modeled after Fain's essence. It's hardly a father-daughter relationship; it's more like mitosis? Asexual reproduction?
Fan wasn't quite sure what this was, after all, secular ethics weren't very authoritative when it came to magic. But regardless, Fan could feel his connection with Janna growing stronger. And this connection…
Well, it does feel a bit like a demon and its servant, a master and his slave. But as I said before, Fan prefers a mutually agreeable and harmonious relationship, because that's the only way to develop more knowledge.
As for those who are coercive... well, there are plenty of bad girls in Runeterra too.
As Fain was still pondering, Janna gently 'floated' down onto him, accompanied by a warm breeze. However, as the plug was pulled out, the contents of the socket immediately began to flow out. Although a large portion of it had become part of Janna's essence during the ritual, a remaining portion still left several clearly visible red and white streaks between her long legs.
"Um...doesn't it need to be dealt with?"
Zeli, standing nearby, pointed cautiously at Janna's legs and asked a question. Janna simply glanced calmly at the marks on her legs, then shook her head gently and said, "It's alright, it doesn't matter..."
“But…” Zeli seemed a little bothered.
Seeing this, Janna continued calmly, "Perhaps it's a sense of conquest, or perhaps it's a desire to possess, but the master is feeling pleased about it. In any case, it's a good thing."
Upon hearing this, Zeli looked at Fan with disdain, while Fan nodded seriously: "Hmm...it's more of a sense of satisfaction, isn't it? Psychologically. Also, don't call me master anymore, just call me Fan."
"So you don't even want to cover it up, is that it?" Zeli still looked disgusted.
“But when I called you Master, you didn’t resist and seemed pleased.” A hint of doubt appeared on Janna’s face: “Especially just now… Is it because there are no outsiders here? I’ll adjust according to the environment.”
Farn didn't say anything, but silently gave a thumbs up.
Meanwhile, Seraphine kept her head down, wanting to say that she had only been in Zaun for a short time. But inexplicably, after realizing that neither Fane nor Zerek thought there was anything wrong with what Janna said, Seraphine felt a slight surge of joy and excitement.
"And what's next?" Zeli looked at Janna beside her: "The remaining two rounds."