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

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But whether or not it exists, it won't affect Fain's determination to change Zaun... Ordinary happiness can help alleviate emptiness, but it only lasts for a short time at most.

While the pleasure of extreme sensory stimulation may be effective, it will ultimately lead to evil, just like Osiris once did.

Only a beautiful world, a world where everyone can feel hope, can provide Farn with a continuous source of happiness, and this happiness will become Farn's strength to fight against many future disasters.

Thinking this, a hint of helplessness appeared on Faen's face.

Noticing Faen's expression, Zeli asked curiously, "What's wrong? Are you thinking about something that's bothering you?"

"It's alright, it's mainly politics, development, systems, and things like that... These things are profound and boring." Farn said with a hint of boredom in his voice, "But if you want to change Zaun, to let everyone in Zaun feel hope and happiness, you have to deal with these things..."

"Hmm..." Hearing Faen's helplessness, Zeli stroked her chin and said, "Why does something so complicated sound so simple to you? And you even look unhappy about it? It's so annoying!"

"Who knows~"

Farn shrugged, quickly composed himself, and then said, "You go to sleep first, let me sort out my thoughts."

As he spoke, Faen also came to Zeli's workbench and began to organize some of his memories from his past life, making corresponding changes and adjustments based on what he had seen and heard in Zaun.

Watching Farn's busy figure as he wrote at his desk, Zeli blinked and quietly waited, curled up in bed. Zeli guessed that it wouldn't take long just to organize her thoughts. After all, as an engineering student, Zeli often recorded her quirky ideas, such as the electric jacket, which was one of her inventions.

But it was clear that Fan had far more to organize than Zeli had imagined. Zeli waited for almost half an hour, but Fan's busy figure showed no sign of stopping.

This made Zeli feel inexplicably guilty, because it was originally her wish to change Zaun... but in the end, she became depressed, and it was only thanks to Fain's reminder that she was able to cheer up again.

Thinking this, Zeli began to feel an inexplicable emptiness spreading within her. At first, Zeli didn't realize it, but as the mental pressure gradually increased, this familiar feeling quickly made Zeli realize something—the price of pleasure!

Zeli remembered, she remembered what Faen had told her about the side effects of this happiness factor...

While Zeli and Faen were fighting in the factory, in order to keep up with Faen's pace, Zeli constantly ingested happiness factors, aiming to keep her emotions elevated at all times. This not only increased Zeli's speed but also amplified the destructive power of the electric arcs.

According to Zeli's original plan, once the energy workshop was destroyed and Baron Spindlelaw's factory was severely damaged, the oppressed workers would be freed, which would surely bring a lot of happiness, and the price of happiness would naturally not be a concern.

However, things unfolded far beyond Zeli's expectations. The uncertainty about the future greatly diminished her joy, especially since Fain was still working late into the night to organize his ideas into feasible solutions. This sense of shame intensified Zeli's guilt, further exacerbating her mental stress.

Feeling the mental pressure, Zeli didn't know how to relieve it.

Should we bother Fain? He surely has a way to handle things… But looking at Fain's furrowed brows from time to time, and his occasionally paused yet consistently fluid brushstrokes, Zeli knew that Fain had entered a precious creative state. In this state, creators often write with divine inspiration, quickly organizing their inner thoughts and ideas.

If you get disturbed, it's difficult to get back into that focused state...

Thinking this, Zeli's breathing gradually quickened. The severe mental pressure had begun to cause the girl's consciousness to become slightly hazy; she knew she had to do something. For some reason, Zeli felt her buttocks getting hot—the spot where Faen's heavy slaps had brought her back to her senses. Although he had restrained his strength, and there was something through her pants, Zeli could still vaguely guess the faint red marks that had appeared there.

Is it the mark that Farn left on me...?

Unconsciously, Zeli swallowed, feeling a wetness slowly spreading between her long, shapely legs. Realizing what was happening, a blush of shame began to spread across Zeli's clean face.

What am I thinking? Brain, brain, stop it! This is such a weird thought… Aren't Fain and I best buddies?!

Thinking this to herself, Zeli's breathing became more and more rapid, and she involuntarily clenched the blanket with both hands, while reaching for the warm, wet spot with her other hand.

8. Love is like a tide

Growing up in a single-parent family, Zeli learned to live independently from a very young age. With her mother's guidance, Zeli was no stranger to knowledge about relationships. In fact, in a place like Zaun, if you didn't even understand these basics, you wouldn't even know how you died.

However, before this, Zeli did not have so many thoughts and fantasies.

The increasing mental pressure drove Zeli to instinctively try things she had never tried before, paying the price for pleasure. Unconsciously, her clean fingers slipped into the moist valley. Under the intense emptiness of the pleasure curse, the nerves that received the touch became exceptionally sensitive, and the electric-like sensation made Zeli's eyes tremble suddenly.

"Hmm..." A soft sound caught Faen's attention. He turned his head slightly and saw that Zeli was just sleeping wrapped in a blanket. Seeing this, Faen didn't pay any attention and continued to concentrate on organizing his thoughts.

Seeing that Fan hadn't noticed her actions, Zeli secretly swallowed. Reason told her she should stop immediately, but those soft fingers began to move uncontrollably. Intense sensations washed over Zeli's reason like a tidal wave; the physical pleasure forced her to forcibly control herself from making those shameful sounds.

It's a bit tough.

Zeli swallowed hard and buried her head in the blanket.

Three or four days had passed since she first met Fain... Zeli didn't know exactly how much time had passed, because she couldn't recall or think properly at the moment. The hair that had been shaved off to clean the wound had now grown back, although it was only a sparse tuft before it was shaved off, the new hair still felt a little prickly when rubbed.

Fahn... Fahn must have seen everything when he shaved it off!

Was it because she had gotten used to it over the past few days? She wondered, but Zeli found herself feeling no anger or resentment, not even the initial humiliation of discovering her shaved area. Instead, she couldn't help but imagine how En had shaved it and cleaned the wound. With so much blood flowing from her stomach, a simple rinse certainly wouldn't have been enough…

Her breathing became rapid, and Zeli could feel waves of warm, dampness emanating from her lower body. It was like a valley during the flood season; it might not be noticeable on ordinary days, but during the rainy season, it would become a rushing river.

Her soft, shameful flesh writhed incessantly, and a viscous fluid, even thicker than saliva, was squeezed out from the depths of her body, flowing freely. Her fingers rubbed uncontrollably, and the dazed look in her eyes grew faster and faster. Zeli could feel that her mind was on the verge of collapse. She should stop, but the more she thought about it, the more her hands couldn't stop moving.

The intense excitement caused her nipples to throb, which made Zeli feel ashamed. Why was her reaction so strong? Even such a gentle rubbing with her fingers caused such a severe reaction. If she was this upset so carefully, what would happen if Fain were washing her…?

Thinking about it, Zeli couldn't help but swallow. She secretly raised her head and glanced at Faen, who was busy at work. Although his back was to her, the light from the workbench clearly illuminated the curves of Faen's tall figure.

His muscular physique and strong, defined lines were as if sculpted by a knife and axe. His large, powerful hands were always warm, a fact unknown to others, but known to Zeli. Farn's hands had distinct knuckles, long, smooth fingers, but years of exercise had created a slightly thick layer of calluses on the fingertips and bases…

Farn was so strong that I felt like a tiny toy next to her, as if she could lift me up with one hand... no, not just feel, but definitely could.

Furthermore, this strength was not the brutality and bulkiness brought about by alchemical potions and prosthetics. On the contrary, every inch of the muscles on that tall body presented a streamlined beauty. Having fought side by side with him in the factory, Zeli knew better than anyone the terrifying explosive power brewing within.

Every impact is irresistible.

And it's too tall, at least 1.95 meters, right? If you lift yourself up, your feet probably won't even touch the ground...

Although she had never seen it with her own eyes, every morning when she woke up, Zeli could more or less sense the size of its thick length through the outline of its inner thigh imprinted on its pants...

Wait, what am I thinking?!

Feeling the sudden burst of warm, wet sensation between her legs, Zeli involuntarily held her breath. Although she tried her best to control herself, the dazed look in her eyes threatened to overwhelm her rationality.

I can't think about it anymore, I can't think about it anymore... If I keep thinking about it, my body will start to act strangely. I need to end this quickly, I have to end this quickly...

Thinking this to herself, Zeli found that the more she tried to stop thinking about it, the more her mind would wander. And the more she resisted this psychological and physiological urge, the more intense it became.

She kept telling herself to stay calm, but all Zeli got in the end was an even stronger emptiness that came with the more intense movements. That pure mental pressure made Zeli realize that simple physical stimulation could not fill the many times greater cost of forced pleasure during battle.

This made Zeli uncontrollably start fantasizing about what it would be like if it were Fan...

As soon as the fantasy began to unfold, Zeli found herself losing control. Her already flushed face turned even redder, and wrapped in the blanket, her delicate nipples became even more sensitive as they hardened with blood due to intense excitement.

Although she was inexperienced, Zeli now realized that masturbation and erotic fantasies with spellcasting materials were two completely different things. Sure enough, soon, Zeli felt a sense of release coming from the bottom of her heart, and her body began to tremble uncontrollably.

It was at this moment that Faen noticed the abnormality of Zeli behind him and frowned slightly.

Wrapped completely in the blanket, Zeli trembled and convulsed. Her unusual expression quickly caught Fan's attention, reminding him of something he had almost forgotten—the price of pleasure.

Yes, although they dealt a heavy blow to the Alchemist Baron's accomplices in the battle at the factory, at the pleas of the slave workers, Farn and Zeli did not destroy the energy workshop, leaving Zeli in a state of temporary confusion.

Although Zeli eventually rallied her spirits, it didn't bring her enough satisfaction or a sense of self-worth... especially since Zeli had to keep trying to boost her spirits this time.

"Zeli? Are you alright?"

Just as things reached their most intense moment, Fan's concerned voice came from the side, causing Zeli's mind to go blank. A fine sheen of sweat instantly broke out on her soft body. Shame, fear, and a hidden desire erupted in an instant, even causing Zeli to uncontrollably fantasize about turning back time…

Unfortunately, time cannot be reversed, and after realizing something was wrong, Fain had already arrived at Zeli's side.

Feeling the hand landing on her through the blanket, Zeli buried her head in the covers and tried to refuse, but as soon as she opened her mouth, she clearly felt a gush of water gushing out.

"No, no, I'm fine!" Zeli cried out anxiously and flusteredly, "You, Fan, go do your thing, don't worry about me!"

Looking at Zeli's trembling body, still wrapped tightly in the blankets, and her unnaturally reddened ears, even with her face buried in the soft bedding, Faen frowned deeply. This price of pleasure had to be eliminated immediately; otherwise, the severe mental stress would have extremely serious consequences, even directly distorting a person's personality.

Without thinking twice, Faen said, "Don't worry, I'll help you," while lifting the blanket.

But what came into view immediately made Farn's eyes widen.

She had been barely maintaining her dignity and composure while hiding under the covers when suddenly Zeli felt a cool sensation wash over her. When she opened her eyes again, she saw Fan so close to her, and saw his eyes unconsciously sweeping over her body. Zeli's already extremely sensitive mind and nerves caused her carefully maintained rationality to collapse in an instant.

Instinctively, she covered her face with her arms, tears welling up in her once vibrant eyes, and cried out in a sobbing voice, "Don't, don't look, Faen, Faen! -- Eh!"

As she spoke, Zeli suddenly let out a mournful cry. Then, her slender waist arched, and with a sob, her fair, smooth shoulders and long, firm legs supported her body like an arched bridge. A continuous torrent of water gushed from the arch, crashing against Farn's chest like waves, only stopping after three such spurts. Even so, when her limp body fell back onto the wet sheets, her trembling body continued to convulse uncontrollably, and each time, several more warm, moist streams would squeeze out from the now-released arch.

Lying on the bed, Zeli covered her face with her arms, wanting to say something, but the twitching of her body every time she convulsed and spasmed directly interrupted her thoughts and the little dignity the girl had left. In the end, all she could do was let tears and warm currents flow continuously from the corners of her eyes and the valley below.

A silence fell over the air as Zeli silently fantasized about whether time could turn back, whether everything could start over. In the midst of this awkward silence, it was finally Faen who, while rubbing his temples, manipulated the water in his cup, turning it into a water sphere that flew towards them.

"Anyway, let's wipe it down first..."

"..." Zeli didn't speak, only covering her face and shifting her body slightly. After a moment, Zeli could feel the completely soaked bedding gradually drying, along with a soft, cool sensation on her body. Because of the lingering effects, Zeli's body was still somewhat sensitive. The cool water droplets rolled over her body, washing away the sweat, and the slight chill made Zeli shiver from time to time, causing the valley that had finally regained its tranquility to occasionally overflow with streams.

After pulling the dry blankets back up, Fain remarked with a hint of regret, "It looks like we need to find a new base; the space here is still too small."

Although this secret base was well-hidden, it was only about twenty square meters in size. The already small space was also piled with a lot of usable technological junk that Zeli had collected. On ordinary days, even going to the toilet required going outside... It was one thing when they didn't have money, but now that they had money, all sorts of inconveniences became particularly sensitive.

Seeing that Farn didn't tease her about those embarrassing things, Zeli hid under the covers for a while before finally revealing half of her face.

Seeing the slight complexity in Farn's eyes, Zeli nodded, then softly argued, "It's all because of that... that happiness curse that I'm like this."

“I understand.” Farn nodded—he had guessed.

Meeting Fan's gaze, Zeli hesitated for a moment before lowering her eyes. Although Fan's expression remained normal, Zeli quickly noticed something was amiss.

Squatting on the ground and looking at herself, although the light made it somewhat unclear, Zeli could still clearly sense a strong masculine aura through the outline of the python bulge on the inside of Fain's pants. This made Zeli's nose twitch involuntarily—influenced by the "happiness factor," Zeli was particularly sensitive to some of Fain's scents.

As she felt the feedback from her sense of smell, the lingering haze made Zeli feel somewhat out of control, but fortunately, her remaining rationality prevented her from completely giving up on life.

This wasn't the first time Zeli had seen it; after all, Fain's genitals were quite obvious, especially every morning when Zeli would see Fain's vibrant life force in meditation.

However, unlike the unconscious state of congestion, Zeli could clearly feel that the current source of the trouble was more aggressive, larger, and harder. Through the not-so-thick pants, Zeli could even see the throbbing veins.

The combined stimulation of sight and smell made Zeli, who had just recovered a little, subconsciously swallow. But meeting Faen's gaze, Zeli hesitated for a moment before cautiously asking, "You don't think I'm a bad girl, do you...?"

"No, I know it's the Osiris curse at work." Hearing this, and sensing the worry in Zeli's words, Fan shook his head and said frankly, "Don't worry, I won't look down on you because of this, and I certainly won't think you're a bad girl who doesn't know any better."

After a moment of silence, Zeli looked at Fan with some nervousness. "...Then why is that?"

"Why what?" Farn looked at Zeli in confusion.

“It’s…that.” Zeli pointed to the shadow between Farn’s legs.

"If you don't hate me, I can't refuse... and... ahhh! Let's just leave it at that!" Zeli blushed instantly, feeling too embarrassed to directly express her somewhat hidden expectations.

9. Overeating

Looking down at Faen, Faen said with a hint of regret and helplessness:

"Because you were just affected by the pleasure factor, if you were the kind of bad girl, I wouldn't suppress my desires. But you happen to be a good girl, with admirable virtues and ideals..."

During his words, Fain also expressed considerable regret.

As someone who openly faces his desires, if the girl has already made a decision and shown her determination, then Faen will definitely not back down, otherwise wouldn't he just be a eunuch all the time?

However, similarly, if the other person is a good girl and her mental state is unstable, Fain won't take advantage of her—while a forced relationship might quench his thirst, Fain prefers the emotional love and dependence of such a good girl. Because it not only quenches his thirst but also unlocks more knowledge.

As for bad girls... well, bad girls are a different story.

Don't let a good girl down, and don't waste a bad girl either. Zeli is a typical good girl. She is enthusiastic and lively, healthy and confident, helpful, and has pure, simple, yet noble and great ideals.

Smacking his lips, Fain shook his head with some regret, then smiled and said, "Of course, if you are ready and willing to be with me forever, I will definitely not refuse."

"Who would agree! I wouldn't!" Zeli hissed like a kitten whose tail had been stepped on, but her expression was more one of shame. She seemed angry at Fan's suggestion, but there was also a hint of panic and unease in her eyes, as if her thoughts had been exposed.

"Okay, okay, I understand." Seeing that Zeli had regained her energy, Faen nodded and said, "Then you should continue to rest."

With that, Fain returned to the table beside him to continue working.

Watching Fain continue his busy work, Zeli wrapped herself in the blanket and stared at Fain for a while. Her hesitant gaze gradually turned into a firm one.

As he was writing, Faen suddenly felt something crawl under the table from the side. Looking down, he saw Zeli carefully slipping into the space under the table, then gently kneeling in front of him, her face flushed as if it were about to bleed.

Meeting Faen's gaze, Zeli pouted, not daring to look him in the eye. She simply pointed to the prominent outline of her pants and hummed, "I'll help you take care of this..."

"Hmm..." Upon hearing this, Farn stroked his chin: "Has the Curse of Happiness not worn off yet?"

"Mind your own business." Giving a glare to Faen, Zeli remained silent for a moment before softly saying, "I'm not ready for anything like being together forever... so at most I'll just help you with something casually... Ugh! So annoying! Anyway, you just do your thing!"

Halfway through her sentence, seemingly realizing what she was doing and saying, Zeli, her hair standing on end, exhaled again, electric arcs dancing on the ends of her hair. In her excitement, she didn't care about anything else and went to pull off Faen's lower garment.

Then—smack!

The hard stick snapped through the air with a crack! Before she could react, the stick struck Zeli's face, leaving a faint red mark.

Although she had already guessed that the scale was definitely not small, now, looking at the baguette as thick as her wrist and feeling the scent lingering around her nose, Zeli, who was stunned on the spot, couldn't help but swallow her saliva as her first reaction after coming back to her senses.

"It's not too late to regret it now." As he said this, Faen leaned forward, almost pressing Tongliao directly against the girl's face. It seemed as if he was expressing his thoughts, or perhaps trying to make the girl back down.

The sweltering heat made Zeli clearly feel her body begin to react instinctively again. Her soft, embarrassing flesh writhed, and the gently flowing fluids made Zeli feel that she would eventually dehydrate if this continued. But swallowing hard, Zeli stubbornly shook her head and said, "I'm not afraid!"

She gave a weak hum, and then Zeli carefully stretched out her soft hands and clumsily helped Faen open the wound.

I thought it would be an easy task, but after half an hour, Faen didn't get any of the reactions described in the book. Instead, his hands were sore, his mouth was dry, and his mind was filled with images of Tongliao.

Unconsciously, Zeli's face moved slightly closer, but when the girl came to her senses, she realized that it was more than just moving closer; she had actually pressed the scorching baguette directly against her face!

Clinging to that steel-like hardness, the throbbing veins and the billowing heat waves surged through Zeli's nerves like a storm. One hand gripped the baguette, while the other involuntarily groped downwards. Looking up at Fain, who was staring down at her, Zeli pursed her lips and muttered softly, "You got off easy," before gently opening her cherry-like mouth and extending her soft, pink tongue to devour Tongliao, replacing the hand that had begun to serve her.

Another half hour passed...