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

320·Fallen into its territory

"of course."

Hearing Irelia's words, Fain patted her head and said with a hint of helplessness, "I know this is a bit sudden for Irelia, but Ionia is facing an even bigger crisis right now, so I planned to tell her after everything here is over. As for now..."

Fain glanced at Irelia, whose eyes seemed somewhat dazed, and said, "If Irelia isn't ready yet, she doesn't need to answer now. She can wait until everything has settled down before revealing her answer."

Food and sex are fundamental human desires. Fahn has always been open about his own inclinations. Previously, when Irelia wasn't aware of them, and their relationship hadn't truly reached a point of intimacy, Fahn wouldn't have brought it up. But now that it's been discovered, Fahn doesn't feel ashamed or embarrassed; instead, he decisively breaks the ice, openly facing and expressing his desires. As for what happens next, it would be best if Irelia could accept it; if not, Fahn won't force it.

Upon hearing Fain's words, Irelia couldn't help but take a deep breath. After hesitating for a moment, she belatedly said, "If my senior brother truly loves me and doesn't favor others, Irelia isn't entirely unable to accept it..."

As she spoke, seemingly realizing that her words were somewhat embarrassing, Irelia blushed slightly, but still whispered, "Besides... Senior Brother's things look a bit scary, and I wouldn't dare to do them myself. Hmm, if Sister Raven could guide or share the burden... I feel Senior Brother would be more comfortable."

Upon hearing Irelia's words, Fain chuckled. He then continued walking towards Irelia. With Fain's movements, the monstrous thing that had been pressing against Irelia's smooth abdomen began to rub and rise. When Fain finally stopped, the thing was positioned directly between the two of them. Looking down, accompanied by the rising masculine scent, Irelia could even see some lubricating fluid seeping from the eyes of the thing between them.

"I'm quite confident about the experience; Irelia has nothing to worry about."

"Really...really?"

Upon hearing this, Irelia swallowed hard, then clasped the enormous thing in her hands, her eyes wide and her voice hoarse as she said, "But the size of Senior Brother, I feel like just going in would take half my life, wouldn't it?"

"It won't be half a life, but once you go in, you'll be completely transformed into my shape and never forget it." Fane also moved his hand away from Irelia's head and instead moved towards her delicate body.

Previously, while Fain and Irelia had physical contact, it was mostly for relaxation after training. But now, almost as soon as Irelia felt Fain's slightly abrasive hand slip inside her clothes and begin to caress and knead her skin, goosebumps rose all over her body, her breathing quickened slightly, and she involuntarily murmured, "Take on my senior brother's form..."

Seeing Irelia's growing interest, Fain didn't wait any longer—if things hadn't been cleared up, Fain might have chosen to wait, not rushing things. But now that everything was out in the open, the final barrier had been broken, so Fain wouldn't be impolite to continue waiting and let the girl prepare herself mentally and accept it on her own. Instead, he would use his own methods to accelerate the process of winning her over, allowing her to understand more quickly.

Thinking about it, Farn suggested, "If you're still worried, why don't we watch some learning videos?"

"...Video? What is a video?" Upon hearing this, Irelia's face showed a look of confusion and curiosity.

There wasn't much restraint or resistance, because in Irelia's memory, her senior brother often uttered strange and astonishing words. And after careful investigation, she realized that those so-called strange and astonishing words or things were often novel creations that her senior brother had seen through prophecy.

While Runeterra is called Runeterra, suggesting a flourishing magical civilization, it hasn't actually reached a technologically advanced level. The vast majority of its inhabitants are still living in a slightly more advanced medieval era. Even Piltover, rather than a magically advanced civilization, is more accurately described as a modified version of steampunk, a kind of magical punk powered by magic.

Meanwhile, Riven, dressed in simple pajamas, came out of the house and, upon hearing Fain's words, also showed a serious expression.

Knowing Fahn as she did, Riven quickly realized that her master, in manipulating Irelia, was likely using someone both he and Irelia knew. And right now, the only person both Irelia and Fahn knew, understood, and had related video recordings of… seemed to be herself?!

Just as Riven was nervously thinking, she then saw Fain looking at her with a smile. This made Riven shake her head helplessly, but in the end she obediently followed Fain, Irelia, and Syndra, who had followed with great interest, back into the house.

By adjusting the mental world to night, Farn then projected the images from his memories onto the walls of the room.

That was the night Riven finally saw through her inner turmoil and made her final decision. Almost the instant she saw herself on the screen, Riven involuntarily tensed up, clenched her fists, arched her back, and curled her toes…

Meanwhile, seeing the valiant warrior Riven in her memory display this side, Irelia's eyes widened involuntarily, her attention completely captivated by the scene unfolding before her. As the story progressed, Fain began to formally explore Riven's body, and Irelia, influenced by the spiritual energy emanating from the scene, gradually entered the zone. Fain remained silent, simply extending his hands towards the girl beside him.

Watching the video, Irelia suddenly felt Fain's hand on her body. She trembled slightly, but made no attempt to stop or struggle. Instead, she swallowed, then gently leaned against Fain's chest, lying on her side with her legs slightly apart.

321·Night of Pure Love

Seeing that Irelia was ready, Fahn did not wait any longer and entered Irelia's body along with Riven's soft cry in the video.

Although Irelia seemed a bit nervous at first, making the process of entering and exiting somewhat difficult, she was clearly a very obedient girl, especially given her background as a dancer, which gave her a natural advantage in terms of body control. Sure enough, in just a short while, under Fain's guidance, she was slowly relaxing her slightly tense and overly contracted muscles while taking deep breaths.

As he felt Irelia's active cooperation and experienced the girl's gradual improvement from awkwardness to proficiency, Faen gradually got into the mood. When Irelia went from the initial pain of losing her virginity to being able to feel pleasure, Faen no longer waited or suppressed his desire. Instead, accompanied by the girl's soft moans, he lifted her buttocks and thrust into her forcefully.

Seeing Irelia, whom she remembered as gentle, elegant, and always making people feel like they were basking in a spring breeze, her demeanor exuding the air of a well-bred lady, now beneath Faen, her elegant posture transformed into one of her own, flushed and swaying her hips, begging for pleasure, Riven helplessly rubbed her temples. She had initially thought that as her junior sister, Faen might be able to control himself a little, or that Irelia might not be so easily swayed.

But now it seems I was overthinking things.

However, Riven wasn't too surprised. After all, she was an experienced woman and knew very well how much of an impact Fain's actions would have on a girl who had never experienced such things.

Let alone a young girl like Irelia who is still very naive in both appearance and temperament, even a shrewd and calculating person like LeBlanc, who can even advise Fain and is obviously very cunning, didn't she also show such a dazed and lewd expression when Fain pinned her down on the bed?

While it might sound insulting, to put it bluntly, even a prostitute in the Noxian slums probably wouldn't display such a fawning and depraved expression or utter such self-degrading and humiliating words. But thinking about it carefully, I'm in that situation too, so I can't really say anything…

Thinking about it, Riven also sighed softly, then leaned forward and hugged Irelia from behind, and lowered her head to lick the pink and engorged nipples to give the girl extra stimulation amidst her soft moans.

"From now on, we'll be sisters... Hmm, I might introduce you to the other girls later."

Upon hearing Riven's words, a hint of surprise flashed in Irelia's dazed eyes, and she asked in a daze, "Are there... other people... like us?"

"The same thing?" Riven asked, also wondering if Irelia would be angry about it.

That's not impossible, is it? After all, Irelia only knows about herself and Syndra, and doesn't know that her evil master is using that sinful stick to make the girls of Zaun, Piltover, and Bilgewater, who are the models of the spiritual realm and city-states, wag their hips and beg for mercy like lowly bitches.

Upon hearing Riven's question, Irelia swallowed hard, then a dreamy smile appeared in her hazy eyes as she said, "Together...serving my senior brother, together...achieving happiness."

Upon hearing this, Riven rolled her eyes and then helplessly complained, "Although I knew it was probably just a matter of time, the speed at which you've completely become a master's flesh slave is too fast, isn't it? Although I can understand why... and, just like you thought, they are all very happy."

As they were talking, suddenly, accompanied by a crisp sound, Fain's hand slapped Riven's pert buttocks. The sudden blow, accompanied by a slight pain, made Riven, who had just been used and was still in a state of extreme excitement, shiver violently, and a few drops of glistening fluid spurted from between her legs.

"Are you hoping that Irelia will be scared and think I'm a bad guy and stay away from me?" Fain asked—though it was a question, his voice was full of amusement.

Knowing Fahn's personality well and that he wasn't angry at all, Riven wasn't afraid. She just trembled for a moment during her brief orgasm, and after recovering, she gave Fahn a helpless look. Then she lowered her head and gently breathed and caressed the spot where Fahn and Irelia were joined.

"Isn't this what you like?" Riven murmured, because as she bent down to serve with her lips and tongue, Fain also took the opportunity to place his fingers on her back, extending them downwards, digging and probing into her moist valley, teasing the budding flower with waves of pleasure, causing Riven's voice to become intermittent:

"I love how pretty girls still maintain their individuality...and dignity...and then, like now...little by little, you take advantage of them..."

"You actually talked about your lover like that? Looks like I'll have to teach you a lesson~" Faen said with a smile, showing no embarrassment as one would expect from someone who had exposed their wicked sense of humor.

Riven wasn't scared, she just snorted a few times and said, "It's like you won't do anything to me if I don't tell you..."

………………

The next morning, Farn also awoke from his room after a night of meditation.

Although it was said to be the next day, in reality, in the spiritual realm, Fain had already spent a day and a half with Irelia, Syndra, and Riven. During this time, the four of them did almost nothing else but pure love.

The tides rose and fell continuously; the sun must be high in the sky outside by now, but Irelia was still fast asleep. Her beautiful face slept peacefully, and the slight upturn of her lips seemed to whisper sweet dreams. Her exquisite body was like a work of art, with only the thick, sticky milk still flowing between her legs testifying to the frenzy she had experienced the previous night and the color that filled her body.

"My own guards, my own junior sisters, and even my own students..." Lying gracefully on her side by the bed, with teeth marks still hanging on her nipples from the aftermath of her madness, and a few drops of fluid overflowing from between her legs, Syndra stretched out her jade-like foot and poked Farn's wicked thing with her delicate toes, humming, "Teacher, you must be very satisfied, aren't you? Making so many excellent girls your playthings and love slaves."

“How could that be? I have the utmost respect for women.” Farn shook his head: “Pure love, I’ve always been a person of pure love.”

322

In the central open space of the Pelor Fortress, Shen, Jie, and the others gathered and waited silently. After a moment, Shen's eyes flickered slightly, and he said, "They've arrived."

As they spoke, a portal to the spiritual realm slowly opened before everyone's eyes. Then, Fain emerged from it, accompanied by Irelia, Riven, and Syndra. Of course, Syndra, as always, emerged with an aloof expression, wearing only a pair of footed socks.

Upon seeing Faen, no one thought much of it. After all, in Shen and Jie's impressions, Faen had always been a very reliable figure—mainly because Faen didn't have a penchant for embarrassing exhibitionism with his woman in front of others.

Rather, it's the complete opposite. He prefers to let his women practice his ideals, pursue his beliefs, and become the ideal version of themselves—and then savor and develop them slowly in private.

Especially in the minds of Shen and others, leaving aside Fann, Riven is a powerful warrior who, despite being from Noxus, is aware of Noxus's evil. Guided by Fann, she left Noxus for Ionia, seeking inner peace and determined to change Noxus—especially the last point.

Ionians are quite fond of stories about "turning over a new leaf" or "a prodigal son returning home." In the schools and sanctuaries of many provinces, elders use various fables to admonish overly lively and restless disciples. Especially since Riven went beyond this, deciding to change her homeland, to change Noxus—this is considered a "grand ambition," a magnificent and awe-inspiring aspiration, in Ionian traditional culture.

For example, the first Karma, or rather, Karma himself, is said to have made a great vow to ensure that the nascent land would endure and prosper forever. Therefore, he established the Temple of Eternity to protect this land from external influences.

In addition, there were the first three leaders of the Balance Sect, all of whom made different grand ambitions.

Of course, grand aspirations are grand aspirations, but they are not mandatory. People won't be too critical if some overly demanding wishes are not fulfilled. Because often, simply having the willingness to set such ideals and put them into practice is enough to earn respect.

In this context, Riven possesses immense strength and willpower, making her admired by Shen and others in every way. They genuinely believe that Riven is a noble warrior who has abandoned darkness for light.

Such a warrior, willing to follow and learn from Fane as a protector to repay a debt of gratitude. And Fane is even recognized by Venerable Karma and bestowed with the Twin Dragon Seals; how could he possibly have any dirty dealings? Right?

Syndra goes without saying; as the darkness of Ionia, her awakening was entirely due to Fain. According to Fain, they spent over a decade in the illusion of the Dream Pool to successfully break free from their inner darkness, and now they have finally broken the seal. Considering the special circumstances of this era and some negative legends surrounding Syndra, it's normal that some things need to be discussed, right?

Needless to say, Irelia was already very close to Fahn, being his junior sister. Later, Irelia's grandmother even personally inquired about the engagement. They were a perfect match, so what did it matter if something did happen? Who gave anyone the right to act like monsters and stand up to object?

Thinking this, Shen also asked, "Sir, when shall we depart?"

"Let's go now."

Upon hearing Shen's words, Fain nodded, then contacted Karma. Immediately afterward, the Twin Dragon Seal on the back of his hand gradually lit up, eventually forming a bright and dazzling jade ring floating within it.

Facing the puzzled gazes of the crowd, Fain simply gestured with his chin toward the door to the side and said, "This realm belongs to the darkness of Ionia—or rather, to Syndra. Although Ionia is currently in chaos, the darkness of Ionia will not be affected by these negative energies. As long as Syndra is willing, we can return directly to the Temple of Eternity."

As he spoke, Fain glanced at Syndra. Sensing Fain's gaze, Syndra shrugged and said nonchalantly, "I'm fine with it. Rather, I'd like to see Karma from this era."

As she said this, she placed her hand on her chin, and Syndra's face revealed an undisguised, intense malice, like that of a wicked woman.

"Actively letting darkness return to Ionia... Haha. It wouldn't matter if it were anyone else, but all the Karma from previous generations are in that guy's head. I'm sure they're already arguing like crazy! Add to that the stubborn things in the Temple of Eternity, and the double torment in the material and mental realms, she must be suffering terribly right now!"

Upon hearing Syndra's words, Shen and the others exchanged glances, then shrugged without offering much comment. To most people, Syndra's words were utterly treasonous—how dare she describe the great and holy teacher of Ionia in such a way? Even if you are the darkness of Ionia, a former part of the Soul of Ionia, it's still unacceptable!

But things are different now—after witnessing firsthand the demise of the spirits of Ionia under the brutal treatment of the Noxians, and after witnessing the desolation of the lush forests by the Noxians, both Shen and Jie have abandoned their previous fantasy of using Ionia's traditional culture to influence the Noxians.

This shift in thinking also led them to question Ionia's traditional culture. Naturally, they didn't react much to Syndra's outrageous words.

It's important to understand that after the First Ionian War, along with the changes in the spiritual realm brought about by the war, the Brotherhood of Navori, a civilian organization formed to resist the Noxians, began to use the assassination of prominent Ionian figures and then framing the Noxians to hasten people's revenge against Noxus.

With Syndra's help, Fain managed to open a passage directly to the Temple of Eternity after a short period of maneuvering.

Just as Fan and the others went inside, on the other side, upon hearing the news of Peiluer's fall, Swain was deeply in disbelief.

333: The Eve of the Decisive Battle

Ionia, Navori province.

Almost the instant he saw the battle report, a sweet, metallic taste surged into Swain's throat.

Swain's eyes trembled as he stared at the contents of the battle report. His hands, white at the knuckles, clenched so tightly that the thin parchment almost embedded itself in his palm.

Pei Luo'er... is lost.

The news exploded in his mind like a thunderbolt, striking him as if he had been struck by a pale lightning bolt tearing through the night. He trembled, sweat beading on his temples. In that instant, despair seemed to be perfectly embodied in this man—because Pelor was not some insignificant outpost on the front lines, but rather the iron claw of Greater Noxus reaching into the heart of Ionia. It was also a springboard and fortress that Svet had painstakingly prepared for the Empire.

He couldn't imagine what had happened to Peilor that led to it being so easily breached by a few dozen men, as reported in the battle report—Peilor was a place where a large amount of weaponry and supplies were stockpiled, and it controlled the choke point leading to the entire Navoli coastline.

In Swain's vision, he was supposed to be an unyielding steel nail driven into Ionia's spine, a precious legacy that would give the Empire countless second chances, regardless of the war's final outcome. But now... he's just lost? Gone? Fallen?

The terrifying news immediately gripped Swain's throat and even his very soul with shock, but this long-lost, unfamiliar feeling also invigorated him. This mental shift wasn't due to the plan's failure, but rather the numerous questions that arose from it. If it was only a dozen or so people, then the enemy definitely hadn't taken it by force alone. Or, if the enemy could indeed seize Peilor, located far behind the enemy lines, with just a few dozen men, then killing him before he could even react was only a matter of time.

Perhaps some unknown secret lies hidden on that island? Swain wondered to himself—as a shrewd general, Swain had conducted extensive research on Ionia before even setting out. Therefore, Swain knew very well that many legends of this ancient land were not merely stories to educate children, but real historical events. He had made numerous preparations to deal with any possible ancient incarnations. But to lose his rear base so unexpectedly was still far beyond his initial plans.

Cluck, quack, cluck, quack...

The cawing of ravens drifted in from outside the window; a sound that had once gone unnoticed now irritated Swain. He slammed the window shut, shutting out the annoying bird calls.

With the windows closed, Swain also refocused his thoughts on the situation at hand.

Like a red-hot iron suddenly plunged into ice water, a hissing sound and white steam rising, leaving only a cold, hard core. Swain took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, his eyes were filled with an unfathomable indifference. All the turbulent emotions were forcibly suppressed into the deepest sea of ​​consciousness at this moment, sealed under an unbreakable rationality.

The deed is done, anger is useless, and accountability should be postponed. The only question now is—what to do next.

Swain turned his gaze to the map of Ionia—with the fall of Pelor, Noxus's seemingly impregnable front suddenly became incredibly vulnerable. Without a stable supply, the situation could no longer proceed as he had planned, with its gradual advance.

Because this news hasn't spread widely yet, at least not in the short term. But as time goes on, this victory will greatly boost the morale of the Ionians, while correspondingly causing the Noxian army to lose its belief in victory.

We can't afford to drag this out any longer—we can't allow them to turn Pelor's victory into a widespread counter-offensive. Nor can we allow the Ionians to develop a completely new spirit in a normal war; otherwise, the Empire might face more than just a crushing defeat, but rather the introduction of a new and formidable enemy.

They must be forced into a decisive battle—a battle that the Ionians cannot avoid, cannot wage guerrilla warfare against, and must fight head-on with all their might before their morale is fully boosted and before the Noxian soldiers' morale collapses.

His fingertip stopped, landing precisely on a highlighted location on the map—Presidium.

The spiritual home of Ionia, the cradle of ancient wisdom, the meeting point of countless factions and forces—the heart of Ionia.

Indeed, this place is home to Ionia's most outstanding leaders, most powerful warriors, and most devout priests. But according to the records of the War Stonemasons, it is also the most stubborn and unyielding region.

Originally, Swain devised this plan to gradually erode the civilization of Ionia.

Because if one reveals some signs of gentleness during the attack, it can incite the conservatives there to harbor delusions, thus unconsciously becoming accomplices in the collapse of Ionia.

But now, there's no time for a cautious approach. I must immediately destroy all the morale of the Ionians.

As he pondered, a clear, ruthless, even insane strategy quickly took shape and was perfected in Swain's mind.

We can no longer afford to disperse our forces to control the long coastline and countless islands. The loss of Pelor, rather than preventing it, has cut off some unnecessary branches, allowing him to see the main trunk more clearly. Since the flanks are lost and the supply lines are threatened, then abandon the flanks, abandon the long supply lines! Concentrate all forces, like a warhammer embodying the entire will of Noxus, abandon all secondary objectives, ignore harassment along the way, advance in a straight line, and with the fastest speed and strongest power, smash directly at and shatter Presidium!

Thinking it over, Swain ordered the legion's generals to enter the main camp. Once everyone was present, he coldly stated amidst their astonished gazes, "Issue the order: Cease all clearing operations in all areas. Recall all mobile units, as well as the War Stonemasons squads. The First, Third, and Fifth Legions, move towards the main battle line. Logistics units, abandon all supplies except those intended to support the main legion's advance. Target: Presidium. No mercy, no cost. We must end this war in their spiritual sanctuary as quickly as possible!!"

Meanwhile, in the Hall of Eternity—"We should seize this opportunity! Let the Noxians realize their mistakes and repent, instead of launching an attack to take advantage of their misfortune!"

So said the elders of the Hall of Eternity.

334·Empathy

In the Hall of Eternity, the aged elder, upon learning of what had happened to Pelor, was overjoyed but also advised Karma: "Any battles and conflicts will only cause our Ionia to lose more of its traditions! Under the influence of war, the veil of the spiritual realm is already on the verge of collapse. We must not take advantage of this situation, for it would not only be a matter of annihilating the Noxians, but would also cause irreversible and severe damage to sacred Ionia itself!"

"If that's how you put it, what do you think we should do?"

Farn, standing to the side, asked with great interest, showing no surprise at the old man's reasoning. After all, others might not know, but Farn certainly did. These stubborn, inflexible old fogies would remain defiant even if you killed them.

Upon hearing Faen's question, the old man's face turned serious as he said, "Warning, admonishing, using the ancient wisdom of Ionia to influence them, using the sacred traditions of Ionia to make them realize their mistakes."