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

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The kind-hearted Sona almost instinctively caught Irelia, who seemed to be about to fall. In her intense excitement, Irelia lost all reason and instinctively hugged Sona to steady herself so that she could better withstand the plowing from her senior brother.

In the ensuing back and forth, by the time Sona came to her senses, the scene had changed to her embracing Irelia's upper body, while Irelia's lower body remained with Fain. With Fain's continued thrusts, the heavy force also passed through Irelia's body and landed on Sona.

At such close range, through the magic of melody, Sona could clearly feel the surging joy, happiness, and love within Irelia's heart. The powerful melody continuously assaulted Sona's senses, leaving her speechless, and Sona instinctively turned her gaze towards Fain.

It seemed that Faen would stop there, but as Irelia continued to call out Faen's name—or rather, as Irelia cried out in response to Faen's onslaught, enjoying the deepest love from her senior brother—Faen simply gazed peacefully at Sona. While gazing at her, he continued to thrust into Irelia's soft genitals, moaning with pleasure. Irelia's consciousness resonated within Sona's mind, creating ripples and echoes.

Being watched, even though Irelia was being used, Sona felt an itching and burning sensation all over her body under the resonance of the melody magic, and her lower body muscles involuntarily tightened. But because she only felt it, she did not truly experience the overwhelming desire and emptiness that came with it.

Even after Fane finished, and Irelia once again fell into a deep, infantlike sleep, Sona was still unable to recover from what had just happened. Seeing this, Fane didn't pay much attention, but instead placed the now-sleeping Irelia on the ground, then used simple magic to help Sona regain her cleansing, before carrying the limp, soaking wet Sona out of the spiritual realm. Even as Fane picked her up, Sona seemed completely lost in thought.

It wasn't a disguise, because Sona's mastery of melody magic was more like instinct, and she hadn't undergone systematic training—whether someone taught her these things or not is a completely different matter.

Take Seraphine as an example. Previously, Seraphine could only unleash the most basic abilities of melody magic through singing, allowing people to understand the same tune. However, after Fane's development and LeBlanc's insights and teachings after understanding many aspects of melody magic, Seraphine can now even influence others' emotions with a snap of her fingers, making them angry, happy, or frustrated, and transforming these emotions into actual magical power for enhancement.

Well, LeBlanc is now a mainstay in Fayne's harem, and many girls have been significantly enhanced through her guidance—it may sound strange, but it's true that having an elder in the family is like having a treasure.

Even if it's just a clone created by LeBlanc herself, most of her memories and experiences are genuine. And the women in Fain's harem each possess their own talents, gifts, potential, and abilities. What they lack is simply an opportunity to unleash them. Now, Fain's infusion allows them to grow rapidly, accumulating their inherent power. LeBlanc, in turn, can use her experience and knowledge to transform these values ​​and magical potential into even more solid power, making their rapid growth a natural consequence.

However, LeBlanc's power is ultimately limited.

Fane thought to himself—LeBlanc's understanding of the surface magic of the material realm was indeed top-tier in Runeterra. After all, aside from illusion magic, LeBlanc had already thoroughly researched all the other magic that could be mastered. The reason was simple: to completely eliminate Mordekaiser. And the remaining magic that she hadn't fully researched was mostly innate magic.

This kind of thing can't be researched without the genuine, deep cooperation of the parties involved—if you hide even a little bit, the result will be completely different. And since they're all girls under Fain's strict discipline, there's obviously no need to hide anything. Even if there were, Fain's corporal punishment would teach those disobedient girls what family rules are all about.

However, aside from that, ...the spiritual realm is indeed LeBlanc's weakness. While Fain excels in this area, it's too niche, mostly derived from the essence of Osiris, making it a system for spiritual beings. It's useful for purely spiritual beings like Janna, but lacks universal applicability to material beings. Therefore...

"I wonder how Venerable Karma is doing."

Thinking about what state Darha must be in now, Fan patted Sona's head and then turned to leave, preparing to officially enter the Sunflower Forest area.

Meanwhile, deep within the Hall of Eternity, in a room that Darha had created exclusively for himself—or rather, in Darha's own spiritual realm.

Feeling the waves of joy and happiness emanating from the other side of the resonance mark, one wave higher than the next, even Darha couldn't help but clench his teeth.

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I've been a bit busy these past two months, mainly helping out with chores around the house. I was planning to catch up on some sleep but ended up sleeping until now... I'll write one chapter first and see if I can resume updates tomorrow.

377. The Intensity of Empathic Ritual

Within her own spiritual realm, Darha's brows were furrowed, and her delicate body was covered in a fine sheen of sweat. Feeling the increasingly intense waves of sensation emanating from the other side of the empathy ritual, even as the current Venerable Karma, Darha couldn't help but tremble slightly.

In fact, as early as when Syndra wanted to perform the empathy ritual with him, Darha had already prepared for Syndra to take the opportunity to retaliate against him. Although he had not harmed Syndra, as Karma of this era, Darha believed that he had a responsibility to take responsibility for the decisions made by many previous Karma.

This responsible attitude isn't due to Darhal's overflowing compassion and sense of responsibility; it's simply because Karma, as the spiritual symbol of Ionia, even though the actual Karma throughout history isn't the same person, is always perceived as one person by outsiders. In this context, taking on the responsibility from the past Karma isn't for his own benefit, but to make people realize that this is the decision of all the past Karma, the collective choice of all Ionia…

But I didn't expect...

Is it because of Fain? No... it's not because of Fain, but because Syndra fell in love with Fain.

As he felt the growing emotions within him, a complex look appeared in Darha's eyes.

Normally, even if a shared sense is achieved during a sympathetic ritual, it wouldn't be as intense as it is now. The problem is that the dark energy Syndra wields and the Ionian power flowing within him both belong to the Ionian Soul, sharing the same origin. Under these circumstances, the sympathetic ritual is virtually indistinguishable from a personal experience for Darha.

But if it's just pure pleasure... it's still possible to control it.

Lying on his side in his own mental realm, Darha didn't need to worry about being observed by others. Without Darha's permission, not only ordinary people, but even the successive Karma Venerables couldn't communicate or discuss with him. This was one of the privileges of the current Karma Venerable—while the successive Venerables could offer advice through remnants of their mental realms, the final decision rested with the current Karma Venerable. This was because the successive Karma Venerables were all enlighteners of the Soul of Ionia, chosen by the Soul of Ionia to usher in a new era. In those eras before this one, they merely offered advice.

Without worrying about being discovered by others, Darha, lying on her side on the bed, can indulge herself a little as a young girl.

However, today's state is clearly different from the previous state—or rather, has Syndra finally begun after enduring for so long?

Darha had just begun to feel some relief when he was immediately overwhelmed by another powerful surge. This time, however, was unlike any before. If Darha had previously managed to alleviate his mental stress through masturbation, this time, with Syndra's long-suppressed desire finally released, almost instantly, Darha, lying on the bed, involuntarily curled up into a ball.

What would be a mere blush to an ordinary person transformed into a rich, wine-like glow on Darha's brown skin, adding an unbearable shame and emotion to his mature and dignified face. He clenched his teeth for a long time, but the desire within him showed no signs of abating. No matter how much his fingers twitched, the emptiness within him remained an inescapable burden for Darha.

Suddenly, a thought struck him, and Darha pursed his lips and softly called out: '...Fan...'

Although he had only uttered the man's name, Darha felt a significant relief in his body. However, while his physical stress lessened, his mental stress did not ease in the slightest. On the contrary, he felt a profound sense of shame.

For Darha, Fane wasn't exactly a stranger, but he certainly wasn't close either. If anything, Darha probably only saw Fane as a like-minded person. After all, Fane also wanted to bring change to Ionia, to make the people of Ionia realize the positive aspects of conflict, instead of the unfounded rejection and disgust they had in the past towards the existence of fighting spirit and darkness. He wanted them to be able to treat conflict objectively and rationally, thus better facing the new era to come.

But what about yourself?

He truly regarded Fane as a like-minded friend. Of course, besides that, in Darha's eyes, Fane was the only, if not the only, person who held a special place in his heart. The reason was simple: Fane was the only one who understood that, apart from Venerable Karma, she was also a person named 'Darha'.

This might sound insignificant, but for Darhar, it was invaluable—to ordinary Ionians, Venerable Karma represented divinity, absolute righteousness. To the sages of Ionia, Venerable Karma represented duty, tradition, and what should not be changed. To those foreign enemies, he represented a shortcut to destroying Ionia…

In this situation, it is truly remarkable that Darha simply refrains from sanctifying or symbolizing himself, but instead treats himself as a human being, acknowledging that he too has his own anxieties and frustrations, and knowing that he too needs help.

Although not explicitly stated, Darhar clearly considers Farn his only friend, rather than a colleague from the so-called Temple of Eternity.

But who would have thought that before Fain could even say anything, their feelings for each other had already begun to sour...

The physical pleasure overwhelmed Darha, while the psychological alienation he felt towards his friend tormented him. Undeniably, however, uttering the name aloud, even if only to himself, brought a sudden sense of relief. Even the mental guilt he felt eased as his physical desires subsided.

But this relaxation didn't last long. Darha seemed to sense something and lowered his head again, trembling slightly.

His eyes rolled slightly upwards, and this continuous pleasure lasted for about thirty seconds. When Darha finally came to his senses, he withdrew his hand from between his legs, staring at the sticky fluid—the nectar itself wouldn't have been so bad. The problem was…

My body is... ovulating?

378. As Always

Unaware of what had happened in Karma, Fane and the others set off again the following morning.

"Although I really want to continue traveling here with my darling, I've already promised Zeli that I'm going to Zaun to hold a concert." Before leaving, Salephine's face showed a touch of sadness as she said, "Hmm... Darling, don't forget to call us when you can re-enter the spiritual realm."

Upon hearing Seraphine's words, Fain nodded to indicate that there was no problem. However, Seraphine was clearly not satisfied with Fain's calm response. Since there was no one else around, Seraphine ran over to Fain's side, cupped his face, and kissed him without hesitation.

This process lasted for about a minute. Seraphine was clearly not satisfied with leaving now. However, the spiritual realm and primal magic in the Sunflower region were wilder than elsewhere, so Faen didn't plan to throw frequent parties. After all, Karma and Sona already had to be prioritized, let alone Ahri and the others they hadn't even met yet.

It may sound strange, but my collecting instincts and desire to conquer have kicked in, and trying to restrain myself now is just plain cowardly. Without clear thinking, anything I say is pointless.

Meanwhile, watching Akali intimately embrace Fain and even kiss him in front of everyone, Akali, despite being used to her teacher's incompatibility with Ionia and being labeled 'rebellious,' was still quite conservative... or rather, inexperienced when it came to relationships.

Although Akali dislikes Ionia's culture and historical traditions, growing up there has still influenced her to some extent. Especially in her views on relationships, while Akali has never considered finding a man to entrust her life to—a notion she finds absurd—this doesn't mean she lacks understanding of love.

Akali's understanding of love wasn't actually that different from the traditional Ionian concept of love. And that's why, seeing her teacher's lover... well, I guess? In Akali's memory, this pink-haired woman named Seraphine always called Fain "darling," and her teacher never shied away from calling her Seraphine, always responding promptly to her interactions.

Akali saw this as tantamount to an admission.

I thought I had gotten used to the difference between my teacher's understanding of emotions and that of the Ionians, but now...

Watching the two share a tender, passionate kiss, even openly exchanging tongues in the legendary French kiss, and seeing a strand of saliva fall between their lips as they parted, even Akali couldn't help but turn her gaze away, secretly wondering if her teacher had been too indulgent towards his wife in certain ways…

While Akali was still lost in thought, on the other side, watching Fain and Seraphine kissing, Sona subconsciously pursed her lips, and memories of what happened last night surfaced in her mind.

Riven, somewhat able to guess Sona's thoughts, shook her head helplessly—she still liked Sona a lot. Or rather, Sona's simple and kind nature was only truly admirable in a place as conservative as Ionia. In other places, her willingness to kill to protect her companions would be commendable. And in a dog-eat-dog world like Noxus, it was even less so.

If Sona herself really didn't want to, then Riven wouldn't be conflicted. But the problem is, it's obvious to almost anyone that Sona's fall for him is probably only a matter of time.

Sure enough, while Sona was still lost in thought, Fane had already seen Seraphine off. Before leaving, he called out to Sona through the telepathic realm. Although she knew that only she could hear his voice—the only other person besides herself and Fane who could hear it, Seraphine, was already gone—Sona still couldn't help but be slightly startled when she heard Fane's voice.

He had just raised his head when he saw Farn looking at him, and then he patted the empty space in front of the saddle.

Before that, she had always been sitting in Fain's lap.

In the past, Sona wouldn't have cared too much about it; in fact, she might have felt genuinely happy, believing that her connection with Mr. Fane had deepened and become closer. But now…

Looking at the silent Sona, Fain wasn't in a hurry, but calmly said, "If you feel uncomfortable—"

Fan wasn't in a hurry, because he could clearly sense that while Sona was hesitant and uncertain, she wasn't harboring negative thoughts about him. This strange state undoubtedly stemmed from the weakness in Sona's character. The shadows of her childhood and her experience of isolation made Sona unwilling to lose Fan, someone she could talk to, communicate with, and who understood her, once she met him, even though she could sense that Fan's private life was significantly different from that of a normal person's emotional life.

Even so, Sona was unwilling to lose the last person she could communicate with... Moreover, besides Fane, there was also a girl like Seraphine who also possessed melody magic, and was also a woman like herself.

But aside from these factors...

At least in Sona's view, Farn never acted coercively. On the contrary, he gave her all the choices regarding the issues.

And, although she didn't directly consume it, it was always mixed with something precious in the past. Even the lubricating fluid she secreted allowed Sona to absorb a large amount of pleasure factors through the mucous membranes of her lower body. This slight dependence made Sona feel panicked at the thought of returning to that lonely environment of the past.

After calming down and briefly recalling the events, Sona couldn't help but purse her lips, then nodded slightly in response to Fain's gaze.

Without saying a word, Sona took a deep breath and then slowly walked towards Fain under Riven's somewhat helpless gaze, and with Fain's help, sat down in her previous seat.

As expected, as soon as Sona sat down on the saddle, she felt something hot pressing against her between her legs, just like always.

379·Filling the stomach

Despite having endured a night of intense battle, as the protagonist of this doujinshi, Fain's recovery speed was naturally exceptional. Sure enough, the moment Sona sat down, Fain's monstrous member quickly returned to its peak. However, this time was different. Previously, Fain had to conserve energy to deal with Syndra in case of unforeseen circumstances. Now that Syndra was safely in his grasp, Fain no longer needed to endure the same struggle.

However, considering Sona's tolerance level, after thinking it over, Fain decided to target the girl's back.

Based on his own preferences, if he really had to choose, he would prefer the more conventional path. However, rather than hastily taking the girl's virginity like this, Fan, who has now begun to appreciate atmosphere, would prefer Sona to offer herself up in a more chaotic setting, rather than ending things so abruptly. In this situation, even Fan himself would have to reluctantly go through Sona's back door.

In contrast, feeling the intense heat withdraw from below, Sona breathed a slight sigh of relief—she now understood what Fan's actions meant. Although her dependence on Fan made her unwilling to leave him, her inner turmoil prevented her from being as composed as before.

This complex mix of thoughts left Sona feeling lost and unsure of what she truly wanted to choose. Now, as the hot dog sandwiched between her two large white buns was taken away, Sona suddenly realized that she seemed to have grown accustomed to sitting on the faun whip, feeling the heat of the hot dog roasting her, the overflowing juices seeping into her flesh. Thinking this, although she wanted to ask them to stay, the words stuck in her throat, and Sona simply pursed her lips—she had never been good at communicating with people, let alone trying to persuade them to stay.

But at that moment, Sona felt Fan's hand land on her buttocks from behind. This startled her slightly, and she instinctively looked back at Fan. What met her eyes was Mr. Fan's peaceful, smiling face. Sensing Fan's questioning gaze, Sona nodded after a moment of silence. Although she didn't know what Fan wanted to do, she had witnessed his unrestrained lovemaking on the night of their conception. Even a naive girl like Sona knew, to some extent, that Mr. Fan, no longer bound by restrictions, wanted to take things further with her.

This made Sona feel somewhat uneasy and confused. But compared to this unease and confusion... it was definitely more frightening to be disliked by Mr. Fane.

Sona didn't want to go back to the life she had before, where she was ignored, isolated, and misunderstood. And with Fain by her side…

Although it was somewhat embarrassing and made her blush, there was no doubt that it made Sona feel safe and comfortable like never before. Even in her dreams after a good night's sleep last night, the joyful and happy melodies emanating from Seraphine and Irelia echoed in Sona's mind...

Thinking this, Sona couldn't help but lower her head. Even just recalling it briefly, she realized that a large patch of the saddle beneath her was already soaked. It was only because Sona's skirt was wide that Akali beside her hadn't noticed.

380·Xia

Feeling the satisfaction emanating from her body, Sona's eyes narrowed almost instinctively. Fortunately, Sona couldn't speak or even make a sound, so she didn't need to worry about attracting Akali's attention—but even so, Sona's sudden movement still drew Akali's gaze. However, it was only a glance; under Sona's wide blue dress, the area where her body connected to Fain was completely hidden. After realizing that Sona was just shifting her position, Akali then focused her attention on her surroundings, observing whether anyone was moving or approaching.

Kui Lin is, after all, Vastaya territory—and the vast majority of Vastaya, especially those from the primitive regions of the northeastern Shanzan Highlands, are hostile to humans. So, they have to be on their guard when they come here.

Since Sona couldn't speak, Fain didn't try to hide it and directly slipped his hand under Sona's skirt from the other side—Akali and Riven were riding alongside Fain on horseback. While Akali couldn't see it from the other side, Riven could clearly see Fain's hand inside Sona's skirt. Somewhat helpless, but generally as expected, Riven didn't think much of it.

Without worrying about Sona making a sound, Fain simply pressed down on Sona's soft, plump buttocks, and then, with the rise and fall of the horse's back, slowly and rhythmically entered and exited. Although at first it was only shallow in and out, with the clatter of the horse's hooves, each entry went deeper.

This made Sona want to cry out, but because she couldn't speak, she could only roll her eyes slightly upward and pant softly.

Normally, even a mute person can still make sounds. After all, while accurate speech requires training, sound itself is simply the friction and resonance of air; even a mute person can produce some incomprehensible sounds and screams. But Sona is different—her inability to speak is not due to a physical defect, but rather the close connection between melody magic and herself.

The overwhelming power of her innate magic affected Sona's vocal abilities, an effect rooted in the very essence of her soul. Forcibly restoring Sona's voice through material means would sever the connection between her and the melody magic. Even if Sona were to abandon her innate magic to forcibly regain her ability to speak, the instant the melody magic was severed from her soul would inflict irreversible damage on its very form, resulting in the complete loss of her 'voice' on both material and spiritual levels, and at the soul level.

However, it is possible to indirectly restore its voice through a shock in the mental realm.

As he pondered this, Faen was also enjoying himself. The group hadn't been walking in the sunflower forest for long when Faen seemed to notice something and turned his gaze to a dense forest ahead.

On a tree nestled in the dense forest, within the vast shadow cast by its verdant canopy, Xia's gaze was filled with indifference.

“Humans again.” Watching Fan and his group ride their horses into the dense forest of Kui Lin Island, a female Vastayan who appeared human but had bird-like claws on her feet, a huge feathered cloak draped over her back, and two enormous feathered ears on her head sighed helplessly, “You were right, Xia. The Yoroa envoy only signed a treaty with the mortals on the other side of the Shangzan Highlands less than half a month ago, and these guys are already encroaching on the primal nature again… This time, they’ve even come to our Kui Lin Island!”

The Vastayan, living in northeastern Ionia, harbor hatred towards mortals for a reason. Often, whenever the Vastayan sign a new treaty with humans, soon enough, driven by various self-interest, the mortals inadvertently disrupt the treaty, venturing into the primeval forests that don't belong to them. Furthermore, the treaty itself is defined by the boundaries of nature magic, and considering that all nature magic is currently declining and weakening...

The Carnivorous Beast tribe to which Carnivorous Beast Karan belongs is another example—except that their primitive magic has not declined, but is even more active, giving birth to the original species Carnivorous Beast Karan. Therefore, even though the dense forest where Karan and his tribe live is located in the Presidium region, where there are more human populations, it is still exceptionally prosperous.

As for Kuilin... humans have something to say too! Didn't we agree that the places without wild nature belong to us? Now that wild nature has receded, it's only reasonable for the remaining places to belong to us, right?

But most Vastaya people don't think so.

To many Vastaya, the truth is that no matter how many treaties are signed, how well they are observed, or how much goodwill is shown, they are always quickly broken, time and time again. If this continues, it will be truly over when humanity discovers the secrets of the giant stone circle "Kunron" and uses it to control Ionia's natural magic, thereby protecting their ever-expanding settlement.

This idea, while not entirely common among the Vastaya, is certainly prevalent among their young people. And now…

"We have to teach them a lesson!" Xia said coldly. "Otherwise, these guys will think we're weak and easy to bully, and they'll launch even more attacks on the primeval forest!"

The Vastaya people standing nearby were not surprised by Xia's words.

Even within the entire Vastaya Lothran tribe, Xayah is undoubtedly one of the most indifferent to invaders.

When Xia was very young, as a child, the Rotland tribe didn't live on Sunflower Island, but rather in the primeval forests of Presidium. Life there was happy and fulfilling, and Xia and the Rotland tribe weren't particularly hostile towards outsiders. However, with the decline of nature magic and the repeated encroachment of humanity on their land, the primal essence of nature withered, and consequently, the innate magical power of many Vastaya tribes began to decline.

By the time Xia grew up, the Lothran tribe had lost its so-called homeland and become a nomadic tribe, wandering from place to place.

During this process, Xia also became a free warrior, no longer restrained by the tribe and her elders, and began to move freely in the sunflower forest and the surrounding area, blocking and preventing any human invasion.

Even if the clan elders condemn her afterward, she is determined to make humans pay! Xia thought to herself.

381·Crow People

Determined to teach these outsiders a lesson, Xia and her group launched a surprise attack on Fan as he passed by.

Purple feathers shot out, accompanied by the sound of friction against the air. Under the sunlight, the feathers flew towards the horses under Farn's command like sharp daggers.

"Trying to kill my horse?!" Noticing Xayah's attack, Fahn, though somewhat expecting it, still raised an eyebrow. A water shield quickly formed in the surrounding atmosphere, deflecting all the feathers. While Xayah's burst damage is among the top of ADCs in the game, in reality, she's just a Vastayan, and unlike Neeko, she doesn't possess primal energy. Even if she could fight, she's always slightly inferior. Sure enough, despite her superhuman physical abilities—her feathers could easily pierce rock—she was instantly crushed upon contact with Fahn's water curtain.