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

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Although it was her first time, Salafine displayed an experience and physical strength beyond imagination.

The main reason for this is that although Seraphine appears thin and frail, with only two alluring abs on her groin, unlike Zeli whose abdominal muscles become more defined when the electric current surges, Seraphine's magical power is more inclined towards restoration, strengthening, and control. Therefore, regardless of her combat prowess in real life after she began actively accepting the power within the contract's silver runes, her performance in bed, combined with Fane's physical attributes and care, was quite impressive, at least for the first time.

Even after returning to me, Salafine, who had let go of her grudges and unleashed her true nature, did not rest. Instead, she lay on top of Fain, her pert buttocks tightly gripping Fain's penis, swaying violently up and down, spraying her surging spring water in all directions. With each rise and fall, a few strands of tender pink flesh could be seen hanging from Fain's penis.

A pair of snow-white breasts bounced and tumbled in front of Fain, sensing the girl's dazed and infatuated gaze. Fain vigorously kneaded them with one hand while gently biting them with his teeth. Even at the end, he still wasn't satisfied, so he flipped over and pressed Seraphine down in front of him, thrusting his entire member into her with each stroke. The rough act made the girl's body tremble violently. She thought she was gradually getting used to Fain's size, but it turned out that she had accumulated enough experience with Zeli and Janna, and the difference between Fain and Seraphine was far from insignificant.

Even though she had been there several times and was exhausted, now, when Farn showed some real skill, almost every time he pulled out and then fully inserted himself, Salafine would ooze several streams of hot fluid from between her already moist but dry thighs.

An hour later, by the bedside, Fain rinsed the sweat from his body with water, a relaxed and carefree expression on his face. In fact, nearly two hours before his chance encounter with Salafine and their intercourse, Fain had just finished having sex with Zeli and Janna. Now, after bombarding Salafine with his own pleasure, although his body was still full of energy with ever-increasing pleasure, the mental satisfaction left Fain feeling somewhat dazed.

Now, the only girls left in Tower Manor are Jinx and Caitlin... Oh right, and occasionally Chu Yuxun too.

Thinking this way, Faen didn't take it too seriously. For Faen, these kinds of things were mostly just a matter of mutual consent. He was happy to lend a hand when the other person hesitated. After all, who wouldn't like having more pretty girls around them? Zaun isn't Chengdu.

Thinking this, Faen also looked behind him.

After such a passionate encounter, Salephine was now lying on the bed, looking completely exhausted and powerless, as if all her energy had been drained.

As Fane gradually got into the swing of things, he held Seraphine in his arms and thrust into her with his feet off the ground. So even though they had started their rest period, the petals beneath Seraphine remained open, opening and closing with each tired breath, from which a large amount of thick, white fluid slowly flowed out. But neither the bulge on her lower abdomen nor the essence flowing from her bud showed any sign of decreasing.

The lower body was like this, and the upper body, needless to say, was covered in marks from Fain's caresses. Her soft breasts were covered in slightly rough red marks. Her nipples, having undergone continuous stimulation, although not yet producing milk due to the increased estrogen and progesterone catalyzed by pleasure factors like Zeli's, were already showing signs of producing some clear fluid. Just like Zeli at the beginning…

Normally, this level of development only occurs after a considerable period of intimate contact with Fain. But this was Salafine's first time... According to Fain's conjecture, it must have been without Salafine's own awareness that, during the process of resonance and perception, accompanied by resonance with Zeli, she silently began secreting estrogen and progesterone, silently beginning the development of her own body. No wonder, even on her first time, there was so much fluid.

Thinking this, Faen stepped forward and tried to touch the pink nipples above the valley between the girl's legs.

The buds that had been engorged and erect due to excessive excitement had now returned to normal, shrinking back into the petals. Fain fiddled with them for a while before finding the right spot. First, he rubbed them with his calloused fingers, and Salafine's body twitched occasionally with Fain's movements. Finally, he gently squeezed and mischievously tugged at them.

The girl's exhausted body visibly twitched, her limbs spasming violently as if out of her control. Several streams of fluid flowed weakly, but both the amount and the force were vastly different from before. Clearly, Salafine's exhaustion was now complete, from the inside out.

Noticing Fan's movement, she craned her neck and looked at him. Feeling her lover's eyes and the mischievous hand landing on her private parts, Salafine's face also showed a silly smile. Then, she forced her weak body to open her legs again, scraping the essence flowing out with her fingers into her mouth, while gazing at Fan with infatuation, wearily spreading her petals.

“I…I will obey, I will obey Mr. Farn…”

"Still calling me Mr. Farn?" Farn asked gently.

Upon hearing Fan's words, Salafine blinked, then, feeling the warm sensation from the mark of pleasure in her lower abdomen, she swallowed hard and asked nervously with a hint of anticipation, "Then... Master?"

To this, Farn said with a hint of helplessness, "This doesn't even sound as good as what you'd say, sir..."

“Then I’ll call you that in private,” Salafine said, a fascinated smile on her face.

"You will always be my favorite and most admired Mr. Farn. Of course, if you want to do anything, no matter what it is, no matter when or where, I will always be ready to meet any of your needs..."

95. The understanding Salafine

Hearing Salafine's words, feeling the girl's infatuated love, and glancing at her dripping lower body—the rough pestle had left the bud a mess, unable to close—the delicate petals, adorned with vibrant buds, opened and closed with each breath, revealing the soft flesh of the inner walls. The pinkish-red rouge, tinged with the essence, flowed slowly with each opening and closing, refusing to diminish, clearly indicating it was completely filled and wouldn't be empty anytime soon.

Even Farn couldn't help but marvel at how alluring this little vixen was at that moment.

This is also where Seraphine and Zerek differ—Zerrek would not agree to anything that would harm her family, Zaun, or the working class without sufficient justification. In other aspects, Zerek would accept almost any request from Fain. In particular, Zerek's magical powers make her emotions and senses far more active than ordinary people, combined with the mental pressure of being out of place in Zaun, so Zerek quite enjoys revealing her most despicable, base, even lewd, side to Fain without any defenses.

Although both Seraphine and Zerek completely trust Fane, the difference lies in the fact that Seraphine's ability to resonate through melody magic allows her to perceive some of Fane's innermost thoughts—with his permission.

Just like now. Knowing that Farn wants to maintain his sound personality and uphold his ideals of changing the environment of the Twin Cities. A sex doll who, in private, has no personality or ideals whatsoever, whose mind is only focused on pleasing Farn.

But Salafine didn't see anything wrong with it—"because when I was with Mr. Farn, I just wanted to enjoy happiness and bliss without thinking about anything else."

As Salafine spoke softly, she crawled to Farn and made him sit on the edge of the bed. Then, she coiled her hair behind her head, knelt between his legs, and used her pigeon to hold the pestle, which was still sticky with snow-white spring fluid, and cleaned it with her small mouth in a delicate and gentle way.

Even under these circumstances, Salafine still remembered Fan's initial command. She opened her eyes wide and gazed at Fan with love, sometimes swallowing deeply and sometimes asking questions, causing the half-soft penis to become erect again, with a few lipstick marks on it.

Looking into Salafine's dazed yet submissive eyes, Farn smiled and nodded. Then, he narrowed his eyes, propped himself up on the bed with one hand, and gently stroked the girl's hair with the other, quietly enjoying the moment.

Fain's mindset was quite conflicted. On the one hand, he hoped that the girls around him would only have him in their hearts, but on the other hand, he didn't want them to lose their most precious and unique spirit.

That might seem a bit hard to understand? Let me put it more bluntly: I hope they can remain independent and strong, possessing their own principles, noble spirit, and fine character. For example, Zeli, forever sunny and cheerful, brimming with vitality. For example, Janna, forever aloof and pure, untouched by worldly vulgarity. And for example, Seraphine before us, forever understanding and compassionate, hoping for a better tomorrow for all…

However, while still maintaining this spirit, Faen hopes that they will privately become self-centered, unconditionally obedient to his orders, willing to be taken advantage of, and arbitrarily manipulated as his private playthings.

Thinking this, Faen couldn't help but feel a pang of shame. Because Faen could clearly sense that he actually quite enjoyed this contrast in the girls. Those girls who were sunny, cheerful, upright, serious, gentle, pure, and otherworldly in front of others, would, in private, actively lift their skirts, raise their legs, and open the entrance to their paradise, their eyes filled with seductive allure as they bit their lips and begged for pleasure…

Am I some kind of person with extremely low moral standards?

Farn was suspicious, but he quickly came to terms with reality—

They all belong to Leoch!

It must be that TMD Osiris's fanatical pursuit of twisted pleasure influenced him, which led him to enjoy this twisted mentality and emotions so much that he even drew a lot of pleasure from it, thus amplifying the power brought by this essence.

Thinking this, Faen relaxed a lot.

So it was all Osilesh's doing. Well, there's nothing we can do about it.

After all, he had worked very hard to suppress Osiris's malice. If he really couldn't resist, indulging himself a little now and then wouldn't be a big deal.

Osilesh is so wicked!

Farn never engages in internal strife.

As Salafine's cleaning came to an end, Fain cupped the girl's head in his hands.

"The big one is coming."

"Uh-huh."

With her mouth stuffed full, Salafine couldn't speak for a moment, but sensing Fain's thoughts, she nodded slightly, her sapphire-like eyes looking at Fain as if whispering that she was ready.

Seeing this, Farn suddenly thrust his back, simultaneously grabbing the girl's face and slamming it between his legs. From behind, Salafine's slender neck bulged into a cylindrical shape. Such rough behavior often produces a host of negative sensations, including pain, nausea, vomiting, and even suffocation. However, under the influence of the pleasure factor, Salafine didn't feel much displeasure; instead, her upturned eyes held a slight daze, as if she were lost in some beautiful dream.

Immediately afterward, the muscles on the girl's long, slender neck and esophagus began to contract continuously, which made Fain involuntarily raise his eyebrows, and then grab the girl's face and hair and violently twitch.

Two objects the size of ping-pong balls slapped against the girl's beautiful cheeks and jaw. The thought of her sweet voice, loved and worshipped by countless fans, being treated so roughly and willingly beneath him brought a smile to Faen's lips. Then, his waist trembled, his sacs contracted, and as his eyes rolled upward, he sprayed snow-white, viscous, nutrient-rich milk into the girl's ecstatic, pleasure-filled eyes.

After completing the injection, Fain calmly pulled the pestle out of the girl's mouth.

Almost the instant she was pulled out, the girl, as if losing her support, slumped to the ground, one hand covering her mouth and the other supporting herself. With her puffed-out cheeks, she swallowed several times before dazedly looking at Fain sitting by the bed. Then, she opened her mouth and used both hands to support the outline of her small mouth. Between her pearly white teeth, her tongue rolled up and down, revealing the soft flesh of her mouth, as if whispering that she had swallowed it all, leaving nothing behind.

96. Enlightenment through violence?

As Seraphine unleashed her true nature, the girl herself seemed to have switched on some magical switch. Although on the surface she just became more lively, only Fan knew that Seraphine's liveliness was not just superficial; her private liveliness was something that would make anyone's mouth water whenever they thought about it.

In addition, Faen didn't have much to do during this period, and his life was quite enjoyable. Apart from his unwavering meditation practice, transforming happy emotions into his own power, he also indulged in unrestrained displays of affection with Zerigana.

Although Seraphine had followed her heart and chosen to serve Zeli obediently, she wasn't yet ready to face Zeli—Salaphine wasn't exactly a scheming girl, but at heart she was still a kind-hearted young woman. Especially since Zeli, as a member of Faen's family, was rarely guarded, Seraphine could feel Zeli's undisguised affection and goodwill. But it was precisely because of this affection and goodwill that Seraphine often felt a sense of pressure.

Salafine knew very well that there were very few people in this world who could be unconditionally trusted and treated others with kindness. Especially someone as passionate and pure as Zeli… She didn’t want to hurt Zeli, so she asked Fann not to make it public yet, but that they could come secretly. She would wait until she was ready, or rather, until she had laid enough groundwork for her final confession to Zeli, before admitting to Zeli that she too had become Fann’s love slave.

While Fane was enjoying himself in his little den of pleasure, outside, Zaun and Piltover were experiencing days that felt like years, with every day bringing three changes.

From the moment Farn broke through the iron wall of Piltover's mid-level plaza, the impact was most directly reflected in the stock market.

After all, similar incidents can be covered up, blocked, and modified at other times by manipulating the media.

Well, before this, Fain thought that media manipulation at most involved using bigger news to divert people's attention, and then using historical records to distort the truth. It wasn't until India's 0-6 defeat that Fain realized that historical records were nothing compared to this; true media manipulation can actually turn black into white, losses into victories, and even send specialists on victory tours…

The immortals are listed among the immortals.

By using the alchemy zeppelin as a relay to broadcast the footage, combined with Fain's direct assault on Blue Smoked Manor from Piltover Avenue, the Piltover Council's ability to control public opinion completely failed. Leaving aside the larger newspapers, even the smaller tabloids refused to distort the truth and defend the councilors and trading nobles.

During the Zaun Spring incident, they didn't understand what had actually happened in Zaun, and at one point believed that Zaun had truly fallen under the rule of a tyrant and become even more chaotic. However, the public execution was broadcast live, and everyone witnessed firsthand Fain tearing apart the fortifications that had been built at great expense of manpower and resources, and single-handedly storming into Blue Smoked Manor to carry out the public execution...

Even before Farn reached Bluesmok Manor, and merely after tearing apart the defenses of the mid-level plaza, the related military stock, Ironthorn Security, plummeted by 18%. The sell-off forced the exchange to temporarily close, giving the Piltover stock market a brief respite. Traders with family connections continued to call for a technical correction, and Piltover's continued overwhelming military advantage over Zaun prevented the collapse from fully averting.

Unfortunately, this did not truly stop the collapse from occurring.

But as Fain entered Piltover Avenue, crushing, beheading, and taking the mercenaries as his dogs, the exchange subsequently failed to close amidst panic selling.

The Feralas family, in particular—whose businesses are heavily tied to Hextech—sold off two million gold worth of Hextech in a single transaction following the war's setbacks, with other families quickly catching up. Piltover Bank froze accounts, the Hextech index triggered a circuit breaker, the Real Estate Investment Trust shrank by 30% in a single day, and the following morning, a dozen drunken speculators jumped off the Sun Gate bridge…

Walking down the street, observing the hurried pedestrians on both sides, even though he had already anticipated it, Viktor still couldn't help but feel a sense of melancholy.

What was Piltover like a few days ago...? Undoubtedly, it was prosperous. People hardly worried about tomorrow because Piltover was constantly developing. Goods from all over the world needed to be transported efficiently through Hextech portals, the Sungate Canal, and the sea locks. And those born here rarely had to worry about making a living. Even if they truly couldn't survive, the Piltover Guard's shelters always had hot water, warm soup, and clean, tidy beds.

But what about now?

Walking down the streets, people's faces were filled with uncertainty about the future. The stock market had crashed, and people's money was worthless. Many companies, especially investment firms, went bankrupt, while consulting firms dealing with other countries saw a surge in orders. Not to mention others, Viktor had heard many people considering transferring their technical accolades and assets directly to Noxus, or heading to Demacia to live a comfortable life as wealthy heirs…

Among these options, Zaun is a top choice for many. After all, Zaun and Piltover are geographically close. While Zaun hasn't fully developed yet, the presence of Fann is the best proof of its guaranteed profitability.

At least, with such a powerful figure protecting them, even if Zaun cannot surpass Piltover in the future, Piltover will not dare to exploit and oppress as wantonly as it did in the past... In fact, Piltover may have to start thinking about how to fully compensate Zaun for the harm it suffered in the past, such as launching a movement called "Zaun's life is life".

Thinking about this, Viktor couldn't help but feel a little sentimental.

Viktor has devoted a great deal of effort to making Zaun a better place. Even while conducting his research, he thinks about whether his current work can be applied to future improvements in Zaun, such as environmental governance and safety measures.

But all that came was increasingly bad news about Zaun. This once made Viktor feel desperate.

But now... the appearance of a single powerful figure has changed everything, causing a prosperous city to choose to submit.

The impact of this pure violence, so drastically different from the power of technology, was unimaginable. Viktor couldn't help but wonder: what if Zaun lost Fain again?

I'm taking leave to adjust my schedule. Starting tomorrow, I'll try to update three times a day.

As the title suggests, I'm taking leave to adjust my schedule. I'll try to update three times a day starting tomorrow.

97. Piltover Changes

Compared to the civilization brought about by technology, what truly determines everything is still pure violence...

As he thought this, Viktor's eyes were also filled with bitterness.

Having witnessed the dramatic changes between Zaun and Piltover, even Viktor himself found it difficult to explain what he was really thinking.

“Piltworth has been quite turbulent lately.” Skye, Viktor’s close companion and also from the Gutters, said with a sigh, “You were constantly monitored by Piltover Council law enforcement officers, but I was lucky. Perhaps because my skills are far inferior to yours, I had relatively more freedom. Apart from the weapons workshop, I was able to go to other academic areas to conduct research.”

Looking at Viktor, at the gaunt man's pale face and bewildered eyes, Skye said, "You know, there are quite a few genius students from Zaun at Piltover University. Although those students are sponsored by the Alchemist Baron and the Trading Nobles, they still cherish the most fervent original aspirations."

As she spoke, a complex emotion flickered in Skye's eyes. Undoubtedly, Skye and Viktor were once among those who believed that honing their skills at Piltover University would allow them to return to Zaun and change everything.

Unfortunately, all of this was ultimately in vain. The trading families' control over Piltover was beyond imagination. Many of Piltover University's gifted students dreamed of changing their lives through groundbreaking inventions, just like Jayce, and realizing the legendary Piltover dream. As described in the short story 'Evolution Day,' thousands upon thousands of people traveled to the Middarda family each year to showcase their inventions. Yet, among them, only a very few received recognition, investment, or patents.

In the end, these once-proud talents often joined different workshops, factories, and forging plants to dedicate their knowledge and strength.

Go back to Zaun? Don't be ridiculous... After studying in Piltover for a few years, it would be very difficult for a normal person to return to the harsh environment of Zaun.

This isn't about betraying trust or forgetting one's roots. It's simply that Zu'an lacks the necessary environment for academic development.

Under the blockade of Piltover, Zaun's technological progress has been extremely difficult. The vast majority of its technologies rely on unstable and extremely dangerous special solutions, primarily those containing glimmering light.

Let alone ordinary people, even Faen could only roughly judge that the solution originated from the wildest aspect of the life force contained in the Endurance rune, which was brewed by Zaun's unrestrained Wild Research Institute.

In this context, the ideals and spirit cultivated by Piltover University can only be best realized in Piltover.

And Zuan...

It's not that scholars from Piltover haven't been sent to Zaun for academic research; however, these scholars who 'condescend' to go to Zaun often conduct extremely dangerous and inhumane research...

Simply put, both Piltover and Zaun have top-notch scientists and engineers. However, their specializations differ. Piltover's engineers mostly specialize in safe, pollution-free technologies related to Hextech. Zaun, on the other hand, primarily deals with unstable and dangerous technologies. Of course, Piltover's claim of safety and pollution-free is only relative. Or rather, even if there were pollution, they would still build factories in Zaun… but that's all in the past now.

“The students from Zaun today are much more capable than we were back then.” Skye lowered her eyes, a mixture of emotion and helplessness in her voice. “Now they have a powerful Zaun behind them… we didn’t have one back then.”

"The students? What did they do?"

Upon hearing this, Viktor's expression showed some curiosity. He didn't offer much comment on Skye's comment about the powerful Zaun, but he harbored some different thoughts in his mind.

Skye responded, "Protests, demonstrations."

Piltover University, while not the oldest college in Piltover, is the most prestigious. It was founded 260 years ago by its president, Heimerdinger, when he arrived in Piltover. Piltover itself only began its rapid development after Heimerdinger joined the university.

Nearly two-thirds of Piltover's megastructures were built under Heimerdinger's leadership—the Sun Gate Canal, the sea lock, and the bridge are just a few examples. Even two hundred years later, the Future Forge remains the largest, most productive, and most efficient fortress in Piltover and even the entire continent of Valoran; the Zodiac Vault, Piltover's safest bank; and Piltover University itself—all were built by Heimerdinger.

It is precisely to commemorate Heimerdinger's contributions that he holds a permanent seat in one of the six major seats in the council, and a bronze statue of Heimerdinger stands at the entrance of Piltover University.

The statue is five meters tall, made entirely of brass, holding a wrench in its left hand and a Hextech crystal in its right. These represent technologies of the past and future, and the inspiration Heimerdinger brought to Piltover.

The development of Hextech by Jess and Viktor was essentially an extension and expansion of Heimerdinger's research.

Now, standing in the president's office at Piltover University, looking at the groups of Zaun students carrying banners and slogans, even someone as intelligent as Heimerdinger couldn't help but rub his mustache.

Although he had been in Piltover for over two hundred years and had witnessed countless clashes between the two cities, he had to admit that what was happening at the University of Piltover was something even Heimerdinger had never heard of before.

Of course, what was unheard of was not that these students dared to rebel, march, or protest. Rather, it was that the law enforcement officers from Piltover only dared to stand by and watch, not daring to take any action, or even use safety weapons like rubber rollers to suppress them.

The reasons for this, aside from the fact that Zaun now has enough confidence to challenge Piltover...

"Everyone, control your emotions! No attacking indiscriminately, and absolutely no initiating an attack!"

Wearing a law enforcement officer's suit and Atlas gloves, Vi's face was filled with helplessness.