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

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Farn waved goodbye.

After Jinx left, Zeli, her face flushed with anger, approached the clone: ​​"Ugh! That bastard! You have to teach her a lesson! Yes, use your thing to teach her a lesson so she'll cry and scream and never forget to call you master!!"

Upon hearing this, Faen waved his hand and shook his head helplessly, saying, "Wake up. The idea that you can make someone completely addicted after just one time only appears in vulgar books from the gutter."

"You're the only one who has no right to say that!" Zeli clenched her fist angrily.

She didn't dwell on the matter for too long. Because, aside from the verbal sparring, to be honest, Zeli didn't dislike Jinx. After all…

"Don't let that guy's arrogant and crazy demeanor fool you, he's actually quite pitiful."

Noticing the curiosity and confusion in Seraphine's eyes, Zelly recounted the story Fann had told her about the Jinx family. Although brief, and without much description of the relationship between Vander and Hilco, even so, combined with the fluctuating tone of Zelly's voice and Jinx's strange, bloated melody...

“I see…” Seraphine couldn’t help but purse her lips. “Is it because of the problems between Piltover and Zaun?”

Upon hearing Salafine's words, Fane seemed somewhat surprised. After looking at Salafine and hesitating for a moment, he nodded and said, "More or less... but how did you know? Um, I mean, how did you find out?"

Seraphine has only been in Zaun for a short time, yet she already realized that Jinx's situation was related to the conflict between Piltover and Zaun? Even if she's a smart kid, isn't it a bit too perceptive for her to realize this so quickly?

"Because...because I sensed a contradictory melody emanating from Miss Jinx." Seraphine smiled awkwardly, but gradually calmed down before saying with a complex expression:

"These contradictory melodies are filled with resentment and unwillingness, as well as self-denial. I have never seen anyone's spirit so contradictory... And in the end, what I could feel was that her spirit was like that of Zaun and Piltover. They were clearly one, but were forced to split apart due to various reasons, whether internal or external."

Upon hearing Salafine's words, Farn remained silent for a moment, then a smile involuntarily appeared on his lips. He then looked at the girl and said, "It seems, just as I thought, that you will become the one to mend the rift between the two cities."

"Uh? Me? I can't, I really can't!" Hearing Fan's words, Salafine waved her hands and shook her head nervously. "I'm too weak, and I don't have Miss Zeli's courage! I definitely can't do it!"

"Exactly! Why can't Zeli do it!" Zeli waved her little fist in dissatisfaction. "Maybe that person is me?"

“You’ve never been to Piltover…” Fain patted Zeli’s little bottom helplessly, and despite the glare from her, Fain said frankly:

“Everyone has a different role. Seraphine can hear people’s voices, the voices and thoughts of these two cities themselves. This is her talent and ability. As for Zeli, you are a spark, a fire that can start a prairie fire, a proud child of Zaun. Your focuses are different, just like a bird and a fish competing in flight. Whether you win or lose is meaningless.”

Upon hearing this, Zeli tilted her head first, then rubbed her nose and chuckled, "Of course I'm the proudest child of Mother Zaun! Good answer, I forgive you!"

Seeing Zeli's obvious delight, Faen shook his head with a smile.

Jinx is underestimating him; a guy with such a cute appearance would probably scam a guy at least eight times in one night.

Thinking this, Faen glanced at the time—after the concert, Faen and his group had been rioting, and now they had occupied two-thirds of the city. The remaining third would probably not be easy to take in in the short term due to the Alchemist Baron's reduced forces.

While Fane can personally take action, it's not a good thing for the Winds of Change to rely too much on one individual—Fane will leave Zaun sooner or later, and the Winds of Change can't just turn from dragon slayers into dragons as soon as Fane leaves, can it?

Even if Alfred can set things right every time he comes back, he can't just change his ways as soon as he leaves.

The selection of trustworthy administrators by the Hillcosh faction is still underway. Prematurely occupying the entire bottom city would alert Piltover. For at least the next few days, the main task for the Winds of Change is to stabilize the already occupied areas—especially those alchemist thugs and the Trench gangs that haven't yet been eliminated. These hidden forces within the numerous tunnels are the most troublesome; if they aren't properly eradicated, the people of Zaun will never experience a truly peaceful, hopeful, and joyful life.

"It's getting late, and I've given all the necessary instructions. Let's get some rest."

As he spoke, Fan winked at Zeli. This caused Zeli, who realized Fan's true meaning, to blush immediately.

As a semi-spiritual being, Faen could work at high intensity for three days and three nights without getting tired; at most, he would feel somewhat fatigued. Now, Faen requests rest…

Knowing what Farn was going to do, and having tasted the sweetness, Zeli immediately felt a strange unease, or rather... anticipation.

Feeling the wet anticipation in her private parts, Zeli bit her lip and remained silent.

Seeing this, Farn smiled and said to Salafine, "Let me arrange a guest room for you first."

37. Corner

After taking Salafine to rest, Fane also turned and left with Zeli.

After arriving at her room, Salafine looked out the window at the boundless sea.

For Seraphine, this was undoubtedly a day full of novelty. In her entire life, she had never witnessed such genuine anger. The workers' resentment and despair, united under a single thought, coalesced into a torrent of fury. She had expected this to bring destruction and misfortune. But who would have thought that this anger and resentment would ultimately flow towards hope and joy…

This gave Salafine a deeper understanding of the melody between the two cities—not all negative emotions ultimately lead to chaos and darkness. Sometimes, people are forced to choose violent means to seize happiness.

as well as……

This anger has reached a breaking point.

Born in Piltover, Seraphine was unaware of Piltover's oppression of Zaun in her past life. In fact, influenced by the Piltover Council's propaganda, Seraphine always believed that Piltover was helping Zaun develop better, and that Zaun was a lawless land by nature, with its children being born evil Zaun brats and its adults being treacherous individuals who craved easy money.

But now it seems...

No, they're lying. They're hiding something from Lady Piltover… These despicable people are deceiving everyone. They're constantly suppressing and harming the people of Zaun. And the people of Zaun have reached their limit.

The people of Zaun now want to overthrow the Alchemist Baron. But what happens after the Alchemist Baron? After reclaiming Zaun, they face Piltover, which continues to oppress, exploit, and harm Zaun...

Seraphine doesn't want Piltover to be harmed because she grew up there. But equally, she doesn't want Zaun to continue being oppressed by Piltover, because her parents were from Zaun, and she witnessed firsthand the moment the winds of change swept through the land…

Seraphine had come to realize that no one could stop the people of Zaun from striving for a better life. She couldn't stop them, nor did she want to.

As she thought about it, Salafine couldn't help but think of Farn and his words—"Become someone who helps two cities understand each other."

Silently clenching her fists, Seraphine seemed to have found the true responsibility she should shoulder for possessing this talent and ability.

Thinking this, Salafine couldn't help but think of Zeli—a girl close to her age but more mature in her thinking, who had joined the battle at a young age for the sake of her homeland.

She's so amazing.

Salafine couldn't help but think—having felt the suffering of the people, she resolutely threw herself into the struggle. Not for her own happiness, but for the joy of all her fellow workers. No wonder Mr. Farn liked Miss Zelly so much.

In fact, they have a very close relationship.

Salafine felt inexplicably envious.

Miss Zeli is brave, kind, steadfast, and optimistic, like a small sun constantly radiating warm sparks. Mr. Fain, on the other hand, is strong, wise, composed, and calm, possessing a charisma that inspires anger and propels people towards hope. Moreover, their relationship is so strong that they never harbor misunderstandings due to shyness in expressing their innermost thoughts. Compared to them… I wish I could be like them.

Thinking about this, Salafine also thought about things related to the spiritual realm.

Although Farn spoke casually, even merely mentioning it briefly, Salafine remembered it vividly—for this was the first time Salafine had ever encountered someone who could communicate with her in her mind through the rhythms of all things.

Mr. Farn also said that this ability was the key to realizing his ideals—thinking to herself, Salafine found that she had no desire to sleep at all, even though she had stayed up all night.

"Is it because of magic?" Seraphine thought—Salaphine remembered, Fane had told her that when she became aware of it, this magic would naturally take effect. The most basic effect was to make her body stronger and her energy more abundant. She wouldn't tire even after long periods of continuous, high-intensity combat.

The problem is it's already 5 a.m., and I still can't fall asleep, which is a bit...

Go and have a chat with Zeli!

Salafine thought with great interest—Miss Zeli probably hadn't gone to sleep yet. Salafine could clearly sense that after Zeli escorted her to her room, as she left, although Zeli said she was going to rest, the melody emanating from her mind was actually full of vitality and anticipation.

Thinking about it, Salafine also got out of bed in her pajamas with great interest.

These pajamas belong to Zeli. After buying this big house, Zeli prepared a change of clothes for the whole family. However, Seraphine, being from Piltover, had better nutrition than Zeli, which made her slightly taller than Zeli. As a result, the already short pajamas looked even more petite on Seraphine.

The top, which reached Zeli's hips, merely concealed Salafini's poison gas, and even the loose shorts on Salafini transformed into mouth-watering hot pants. Her long, straight legs were a pale white, reflecting the gentle moonlight like solidified cream even in the night.

Peeking out the door, Seraphine could feel a surge of excitement—because of her innate ability, before she mastered this talent as a child, she had spent a long time living cautiously in her room to prevent harm. Even when she went out, she had to wear thick earmuffs and Hextech soundproofing to avoid being disturbed by chaotic melodies.

It wasn't until Salafine gradually mastered this power that she was able to take to the streets. However, even so, Salafine lost many friends... because too many people couldn't understand the melodies she created.

Now that she has found someone who understands her melody and a female friend she admires, Salafine, who has come to the corridor, is eager to try attending her first all-girls party.

What should we talk about? Hmm, let's not think about that now! Let's go see if Miss Zeli has fallen asleep!

Compared to Salafine's ideas, Zeli's ideas, or rather her state of mind, were much more straightforward, simple, or even direct.

About half an hour ago.

“My room is just around the corner next door. You can come find me if you need anything.” Zeli smiled as she spoke to Salafine, her legs slightly together, her tight jeans accentuating her beautiful curves. Farn stood behind her; although they hadn't entered the room yet, Zeli could already feel the rising heat emanating from behind her.

The excessive use of pleasure-inducing factors made Zeli extremely sensitive to Faen's scent. Especially after he had kept her up until noon the next day last night, the intense sensation, combined with the heat, almost instantly brought Zeli's body back to the state she had been in the previous night.

With her whole body ready, Zeli could feel her private parts becoming wet, writhing, and swelling with blood, creating a distinct W-shape in the middle of her tight jeans.

Fortunately, it was already night, and Salafine, who had just arrived at Zeli's house, was still curious and didn't notice anything. Knowing that Salafine could read other people's melodies, Zeli kept her composure so as not to break down in front of this cute and innocent younger sister.

"Get some rest early." Just as she was saying that, Zeli suddenly felt a pair of hands slip into her buttocks from behind, which made her even more uneasy and she twisted her legs.

"Okay, goodnight Miss Zeli and Mr. Fain too!" Salafine glanced curiously at Zeli, whose face was flushed. Although she was curious, Salafine sensed that Zeli was full of joy—actually, it was Fain's way of shielding her.

Ordinary people cannot perceive the prying eyes of the spiritual realm, but Salafine's understanding of the spiritual realm... at least for Farn, is still too shallow.

While one of Fain's hands was busy exploring and touching the Jade Valley Gate, he simply smiled and nodded, then waved to the girl with his other hand, said a simple goodnight, and turned to leave.

As soon as they rounded the corner, Zeli couldn't help but squat down, stick out her tongue, and roll her eyes slightly upward as she uncontrollably gasped for breath.

At this moment, Faen released the control over the water flow, causing the water that had been secreted in Zeli's body for a long time but could not be released to instantly soak a large area of ​​her pants.

Once the water flowed out, Zeli glanced back at Faen with dissatisfaction, then, under Faen's smiling gaze, squatted down in front of him with her legs spread apart. She unzipped her pants and began to devour her baguette-like member with gusto. Her other hand wasn't idle either, constantly kneading her ample breasts to relieve her hungry mouth. Unfortunately, having already tasted real delicacies, this level of comfort did nothing to satisfy her mouth; instead, the forced, half-hearted stimulation only increased her drooling.

About ten minutes later, Faen grabbed Zeli's braid and, amidst the girl's expression of mixed pain, confusion, and satisfaction, pulled it hard towards his waist.

Almost instantly, a protruding rod appeared in the girl's slender throat. Her fragrant tongue, resting against her lower teeth, licked incessantly, and her esophagus contracted instinctively. It lasted for more than ten seconds before finally ending, and the girl collapsed to the ground the moment she spat out the gift, spreading her legs wide and opening her arms to Faen with a longing expression.

38. Salafine's Visit

Lifting the girl, whose legs were sore and weak she could barely stand, Zeli's petite figure looked like a baby in Faen's arms. After last night's attempt, Faen knew very well that the height difference between Zeli and him was literally so—even if he pushed her in, her feet wouldn't touch the ground.

In other words, Zeli's spark arc magic, which is directly linked to her emotional state when she is excited, will take effect directly. Otherwise, even with the forced conversion of happiness factors, a normal girl would still feel so comfortable that she would faint from pleasure.

Nestled against Fain's chest, Zeli inhaled deeply the scent emanating from him. It wasn't the smell of sweat or any other body odor. Quite the opposite; due to the composition of his spiritual realm, Fain had almost no body odor, but rather a spiritual substance akin to pheromones. This allowed Zeli to faintly sense a wildness emanating from Fain's heart.

Confronting the rudeness in her beloved's heart, Zeli felt the primal desire within her body growing increasingly uncontrollable. Not only did she feel a slight ache in her chest, but a cool sensation also rose within her, along with the shameless little mouth below.

Zeli knew that this was due to the effects of oxytocin in her body, driven by the "happy factor." As one of the body's natural hormones, oxytocin has many functions, such as enhancing trust and intimacy, fostering mother-infant attachment, promoting uterine contractions, preventing postpartum hemorrhage, stimulating mammary duct contraction, and promoting lactation…

Feeling that she had entered the state, her whole body exuding a dreamy aura, her eyes full of love, and even the leaping sparks and arcs of electricity were constantly radiating in the shape of peach hearts, Faen did not hesitate. He directly manipulated the flowing water to form a sharp blade and cut through the trousers that now seemed superfluous against her tight skin.

Then, with her arms wrapped around her lover in front of her, Zeli was bounced up and down like riding on a lively little pony, her little mouth filled with tears and snot.

Holding Zeli in his arms, passionately satisfying the girl's desires, Faen walked towards their room. His unhurried steps left a trail of dripping water in his wake. But compared to this appetizer, Zeli knew very well that the real main course would only be truly enjoyed... or rather, enjoyed, once she entered the bedroom.

Realizing this, Zeli's body tensed up almost immediately, leaving a pool of spring water on the already clear traces of dripping water.

Shortly after Fan and Zeli entered the room, Salafine, who had been unable to fall asleep, got out of bed and peeked out of the room wearing a rather small nightgown. After glancing around, she followed the direction Zeli and Fan had left and arrived at the corner of the hallway.

She had barely taken a step when Salafine blinked in confusion. Looking down at the ground, she saw that her small, white feet, still wearing slippers, had stepped into the strange liquid.

Why is there water here?

Salafine was puzzled. Looking up, she saw that this pool wasn't an isolated case; it stretched out in a teardrop shape, leading to another large pool near the bedroom door.

Subconsciously, she looked up and sniffed. It was a familiar scent—Mr. Farhan's scent! Farhan quickly realized the source of the aroma. After all, Mr. Farhan's scent was so unique, and it was even said to be related to the spiritual realm?

She didn't take it too seriously; after all, sprinkling water is perfectly normal. Salafine, however, was currently focusing more on her first-ever women's convention.

Sure enough, Salafine excitedly ran to Zeli's door. She didn't knock directly, not wanting to risk Zeli being asleep. Instead, Salafine pressed her ear against the door. Soon, she heard a series of clearly suppressed sounds emanating softly.

The sound was primarily Zeli's—although Miss Zeli mostly gasped for breath and made rhythmic, instinctive cries. But Salafine could tell it was indeed Miss Zeli's voice.

Salafine, who was born with the ability to hear the sounds of everything, was quite confident in her ability to distinguish sounds.

Are you exercising? Still exercising so late? No wonder you're a warrior who dared to rebel against the Alchemist Baron even when you were alone, you're amazing!

Thinking this way, Salafine didn't connect it to Fain. The main reason was that Fain had blocked Salafine's perception of her in the mental realm. Her cultivation was too shallow, and Fain always whispered in her ear with ease when he was having fun with Zeli, so apart from the intense sounds of physical contact, Salafine didn't sense Fain at all.

Thinking to herself, Salafine knocked on the door and whispered, "Miss Zeli! Are you exercising?"

Inside the room, she lay prone on the floor like a fawning puppy, her pert buttocks raised high. Zeli's eyes were glazed and rolled upwards, her tongue slightly protruding, and slightly sticky saliva dripped from the tip of her tongue onto the bed, forming a glistening thread.

The magnificent pestle pounded into the full, tender, and tight flower path repeatedly, the crackling sounds incessant. Completely subdued, Zaun Fireworks, who just hours before had been ruthlessly slaughtering those alchemical thugs in the factory, was now utterly powerless to resist.

The pigeon, slightly plumper due to oxytocin, lay flat on the bed like two flattened snow cakes, its face turned to the side, one side pressed against the bed while the other looked back. Its brown pupils were filled with fluorescent green arcs of electricity, forming pulsating hearts. With its ever-increasing surge of love, it was like a broken electric water gun, spraying water and leaking electricity at the same time.

Even in this state of distraction and loss of control, the girl instinctively allowed the arcs of electricity to strengthen her lover behind her in the form of bioelectricity, rather than harm him, as if she were breathing. But even if the girl were completely out of control, it would be a pipe dream for this level of dissipated magic to harm Fane.

But with this control over it, Faen undoubtedly experienced a more refined and subtle sensation. Wisps of electricity shot outwards through the two red beans and a cardamom pod, the surge of emotion and the flow of magic creating a chain reaction that coursed through her body, making every part of the girl's body tighter.

In just a few moments, even though a sliver of reason remained in Zeli's mind, telling her that this was because of love, not because she had become some kind of toy, she felt this omnipresent joy. Zeli still felt as if her body was falling apart, constantly being battered by waves of happiness.

Her legs, which were supporting her, trembled weakly. She felt the pestle, which was close at hand and had already produced a lot of white silk, and her hungry flower chamber continued to descend amidst the intense humiliation and pleasure in the girl's heart.

Just before the girl experienced this bliss—

"Miss Zeli? Are you exercising?"

"Huh?! Huh!!!"

Upon hearing Salafine's voice, Zeli's mind went blank, followed by an overwhelming sense of shame that swept through her. Even though she was somewhat prepared, the sudden panic and the intense, pleasurable tightness of the girl beneath her made even Fain involuntarily raise his eyebrows and gasp.

Although amazed by the sensory impact of that instant, Farn did not pause for a moment. Instead, he used even more force and brutality to pound the pestle into the greenhouse, which had sunk but was beginning to close its doors due to tension.

A surge of intense shame washed over her, while her body experienced overwhelming pleasure. The clash of these two extreme sensations shattered Zeli's fragile rationality.

His prone upper body instinctively straightened, his insteps arched, his toes clenched, and his entire body convulsed violently, twitching uncontrollably. His raised neck was as graceful as a swan's, and his face, tilted back, opened and closed his small mouth but could not utter a sound. His eyes, trembling with pleasure, looked at Farn, then his jaw clenched, and a torrent of fluid gushed violently from the mortar and pestle of the medicine pot.

Seeing this, Farn reached out and lifted his lover's legs, supporting the limp and wanton body as if he were urinating.

The pestle and mortar continued to pound, silver threads flew out, and the sprayed water flew three or four meters away, only gradually slowing down after more than ten seconds.