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Shen did not reply, but simply gestured for Akali to remain silent.

If Shen wasn't entirely sure whether Fain's actions were right before, then witnessing firsthand the atrocities Noxians committed against Ionia and the land spirits they brutally murdered made him realize that Ionia could never forgive the Noxians.

Admittedly, whether in the Hall of Eternity or in many ancient temples, the sanctuaries are home to a considerable number of stubborn old men. However, Shen is certain that Ionia will usher in a new era of strife. And the source of this change is Fahn before him, and behind Fahn, Syndra, who in the past represented uncontrolled misfortune.

If before, it was a foregone conclusion that Fahn would become a Master, a matter of time, then now, Fahn absolutely deserves to become a Grandmaster—in Ionia, Grandmaster and Master are different. Although both are essentially titles for reaching the pinnacle of a certain path, Grandmaster often represents pioneering a completely new school of thought, injecting new vitality into the original ideas, and ushering in a new era.

For Faen, becoming a grandmaster is only a matter of time. Under these circumstances, becoming a disciple in advance is far better than becoming a master or grandmaster first and then adding the finishing touches.

In addition, Shin also hopes that this will allow the Order of the Balance to connect with the new era of Ionia better and faster.

"Why bring this up all of a sudden?" Fain looked at Shen with interest. Shen didn't hide his thoughts either: "Akali is exceptionally talented and has a unique personality... even a bit rebellious, which is far from mainstream in the Order of the Shadow. If it weren't for her powerful talent and the protection of the current Shadow Fist, although she wouldn't be expelled from the Order of the Shadow, she would definitely be isolated because of her thoughts and beliefs."

Upon hearing this, Akali, who was initially puzzled, snorted coldly, expressing her dissatisfaction while also acknowledging Shen's statement.

Shen, however, remained unaffected and continued, "Before, I also had a headache about this, because back then I thought that this incompatibility with tradition would eventually harm Akali. But now..."

Looking at Pelor under the night sky behind him, Shen said in a deep voice, "After witnessing firsthand the wounds that war has inflicted on Ionia's spirit, wounds that may never heal, I have come to realize that tradition is no longer right. And if the path I have always adhered to is no longer correct, then I am not qualified to continue to teach others to follow my path. Therefore, I want Akali to become your apprentice."

Upon hearing Shen's words, Akali's eyes widened slightly, and she subconsciously turned her gaze to Fain beside her.

As for Fahn, Akali is honestly somewhat interested, but doesn't have much of a preference right now. Akali is inherently an independent and unconventional person. However, if forced to choose, Akali would rather follow Fahn. After all, while she doesn't dislike Fahn, and even somewhat admires some of his views on war and Noxians, she genuinely dislikes many of the traditional doctrines upheld within Ionia and the Order of the Kinkou.

Akali has never been one to follow the rules.

Feeling the gazes of everyone, Fane shrugged and said, "Of course, I have no problem with that. However, Akali's identity is special. Let's wait until you return to Shanzan and confirm the opinion of the Order of the Balance before making a decision. I'll be waiting anytime."

"Thank you for your understanding." Hearing this, Shen breathed a sigh of relief. As long as Faen was alright, everything would be fine. Because regarding the Order of the Balance... to be honest, Shen didn't believe that after experiencing such a war, the Order of the Balance could still adhere to the traditional principles of balance as before. And even if the principles of balance were willing to be upheld, Akali would have absolutely no chance of doing so.

Having confirmed that there was nothing else, Shinya returned to the side and remained silent. Afterwards, Faen made arrangements for the unwitting members of the Peilor Guard—to continue guarding Peilor and to contact Faen directly if they encountered any problems they couldn't handle.

Although the Nomads are currently outnumbered, Phenom is now shrouded in Fain's mist and the dark energy that has become active alongside Syndra's awakening. With a few skillful manipulations, stopping the Noxians from landing would be a piece of cake. Of course, if mages were involved, things would be different, so Fain has left behind a teleportation mark as a precaution.

After seeing that everyone had said what they needed to say, Karan stepped forward.

"Sir, about my matter..."

“We’ll talk later,” Farn waved his hand and said, “I will personally visit Prophet Soraka.”

316. The Right to Choose

After dealing with a lot of things, Fain took Riven and Syndra, both looking utterly desperate, into the mental realm.

Syndra was somewhat surprised by Riven's arrival, but not overly so. After all, even back in the spiritual realm, Syndra had already sensed that while her teacher was usually considerate and gentle, she was quite aggressive in private. And when Syndra first arrived in the material realm, she clearly felt that the female warrior wielding the black stone greatsword definitely had a very close relationship with her teacher.

The reason, in particular, is that Syndra smelled the same scent on Riven as she did on herself—that unique, spiritual scent that only a teacher possesses.

"Although I had already guessed that the teacher might already have a partner in bed, Syndra has only just arrived and you're already so eager to drag Syndra and this woman along to serve the teacher..." Syndra licked her lips and looked at Fain, saying, "Isn't the teacher being a little too hasty? And, can the teacher really handle it?"

Upon hearing Syndra's words, Fain didn't seem to mind much, simply pointing and introducing her: "Her name is Riven, and for now, she's my bodyguard."

"...Your bodyguard?" Upon hearing this, Syndra couldn't help but raise an eyebrow, then stared at Riven for a moment. Although her pure white eyes didn't reveal much emotion, Riven, standing there, clearly understood what this identity meant to her. She shifted uncomfortably a few times, then simply shrugged at Syndra, simply expressing her helplessness.

Seeing Riven's actions, Syndra turned her gaze back to Fain after a moment: "This wasn't your request, was it...?"

"It's me," Farn readily admitted.

“So, rather than being a guard…” Syndra didn’t finish her sentence, simply shaking her head indifferently. Then, she readily undressed, saying, “But it doesn’t matter anymore. As long as you can satisfy me, Teacher, I don’t care what you do to me. Of course, the premise is that you can satisfy me… um, or rather, us~”

Looking at Syndra, whose dark robes had crumbled along with her will, Fain smiled confidently and said:

"Ha, I'm quite confident in this regard."

As they spoke, Fain lifted Syndra up by her legs. Riven, watching Fain get started, was somewhat helpless but was already used to it. She simply composed herself and went around to Fain's back to lick his sac to add to the fun.

Although it was just for fun, Riven, who had already tasted the masculine scent, felt her body twist and contort strangely as she felt the overwhelming masculine aura. There was no one else around, so she simply stretched her fingers towards the valley of flowers, kneading out strands of silver.

Just as Fain began to work, on the other side, Irelia, having finished her meditation, also began searching for her senior brother—after such a battle, Irelia's heart was also filled with much confusion.

Although the legacy of the Sword Immortal and the will contained within the ancestral sword allowed Irelia to quickly adapt to war, adapting to war and participating in war are vastly different. In ordinary times, Irelia could slowly understand and accept it through meditation and practice. But now, facing death directly at her own sword…

During the battle, Irelia was preoccupied with protecting her senior brother who was fighting for all of Ionia in the spiritual realm, so she didn't feel much of the battle. But now that the battle is over, and she clearly realizes how many people died at her hands, the bewildered Irelia instinctively seeks her senior brother's help, hoping to dispel her inner turmoil.

However, to Irelia's surprise, even after searching the entire camp where they were stationed in Pelor, and even going directly into her senior brother's room, she could not find any trace of him.

"And Riven is missing too..."

Irelia had originally intended to find Riven to inquire about things, but then discovered that Riven had also disappeared. Puzzled, Irelia began to recall where her senior brother might have gone—had he already returned to Presidium? Impossible, because if her senior brother really went back, he would definitely take her with him. Even if he couldn't take her, he would definitely tell her beforehand, not disappear without a word like this.

Thinking this, Irelia's mind quickly recalled that when she had just recovered, her senior brother had also disappeared in the same way. And when he reappeared, if she remembered correctly, he seemed to be walking out of the spiritual realm with that white-haired, white-eyed woman called Syndra?

Thinking this, Irelia nodded thoughtfully, then took a deep breath. A moment later, the legendary sword flew out from behind Irelia. As Irelia's consciousness expanded, the legendary sword began to dissipate from its original physical form. Soon after, the traces left in the material realm when the gate to the spiritual realm opened were also felt.

Meanwhile, in the realm of spirit, where he was struggling, he suddenly sensed a fluctuation in the barrier between the two realms. A look of surprise appeared on his face, and he looked to the side to sense it carefully. After a moment, he said with slight surprise, "Irelia?"

"Irelia?"

While enduring Faen's onslaught, her limbs aching and her lower abdomen bulging out like a small bowl, Riven suddenly heard that familiar name. She struggled to lift her head and then said breathlessly, "Then... then should we pause for a bit?"

"No need, it's better for Irelia to know some things sooner rather than later."

As he spoke, Fain thrust even harder, forcing Riven's remaining words down her throat, leaving only soft moans from her small mouth.

In contrast, Syndra, having already been moistened, used her fingers to scoop up the milk that had overflowed between her legs and put it into her mouth, savoring the familiar taste. Syndra then looked at Fain and asked, "Irelia... who is she?"

“That little girl who uses the legendary sword,” Farn said, slightly out of breath, “She doesn’t know about our relationship yet, but it’s better to let her make her own decision than to hide it or deceive her.”

In the midst of her conversation, Irelia finally found the gateway to the spiritual realm.

317·Irelia Spying

This wasn't Irelia's first time entering the spiritual realm. In fact, when Irelia first came into contact with the legendary sword, she had already entered a visionary realm under the influence of its inheritance to undergo trials. However, the spiritual realm then was completely different from the one now. Within the realm of the legendary sword's inheritance, Irelia saw the brutal battlefield of Ionia's ancient times, the shattered giants under the control of the ancestral sword-wielding immortal, and the world itself fragmented.

This time, however, something surprised Irelia. What came into view was a small, seemingly vibrant island within the spiritual realm?

At first, it felt like entering a completely new world, and Irelia experienced an unprecedented sense of confusion. But soon, she spotted a small house not far away. Although it was the first time she had seen it, Irelia could sense her senior brother's presence flowing there.

Excitedly, Irelia ran over, intending to push the door open as usual. But as soon as she got close, she heard heavy breathing and thumping sounds coming from inside. This made Irelia realize something and she abruptly stopped in her tracks. Then, belatedly realizing what was happening, she looked on with a look of surprise and uncertainty. After hesitating for a moment, she went to the window and secretly peeked inside.

Upon seeing the scene inside the house, Irelia instinctively widened her eyes.

First up is Riven.

Irelia didn't dislike Riven; in fact, she quite liked her. As her senior's bodyguard, although Riven's strength was debatable, her superb combat skills and efficient style had always been very attractive to Irelia—even in this age of war, few Ionians possessed such a keen sense of warfare as Riven.

Especially when her senior brother was trapped in the Dream Pool and unable to be on the battlefield, Riven, though not the strongest among them, was undoubtedly the commander-in-chief. She could accurately predict the Noxian attack routes every time, allowing Kalan, Irelia, and others to focus their attention on the battle rather than having to be distracted by observing the overall situation of the battlefield.

This is also one of the misconceptions Riven gives – although Riven previously served as a sword captain in the Runeblade Legion, responsible for charging into battle, it seems she didn't need to think too much, only needing to remember how to defeat the enemy. But in reality, the better the warrior, the more they need exceptional on-the-spot reactions to seize every fleeting opportunity.

Riven's military career in Noxus gave her a much clearer understanding of the Noxian Legion's fighting style than most people—especially when the Legion's command level lost its commander and other sergeants took over giving orders.

And now, the female warrior who calmly and wisely explained to them how the Noxians would launch their attack during the battle, and who bravely charged into the battlefield after the battle began, wielding her greatsword to reap the enemies, was now lying prostrate in front of her senior brother.

Riven's physique was unlike any Ionia had ever seen. As a warrior, Riven's bone armor wasn't particularly large, but her muscles were more defined, giving her a strong, robust, and healthy appearance without being overly bulky or imposing. Instead, she possessed a healthy beauty full of vitality. And yet, this very warrior's body was now completely subjugated beneath her senior brother.

A pair of shapely, long legs parted to the sides, her full, fleshy buttocks, unlike the pert, rounded shape of a dancer, Riven's buttocks were more on the verge of plumpness. With each impact from Fain, although they didn't bounce like jelly with Caitlyn or Zephyr, they still created more pronounced waves of flesh. And that more abundant layer of fat compared to Zephyr and others also indicated that Riven, as a warrior, was superior in endurance and durability.

Unfortunately, against Fain, Riven's excellence could only serve as a visual embellishment.

In Irelia's memory, Riven's calm, decisive, resolute, and heroic warrior style seemed to have completely vanished. Beneath her senior brother, she instead displayed a depraved demeanor that filled Irelia with immense shame.

Her upturned eyes were filled with a chaotic and wild love. She was roughly pressed onto the bed by her gentle senior brother. Every time his thick, hot, and ferocious member thrust into Irelia, she could clearly see from the side that Riven's belly was pushed up in a distinct arc.

This looked like it would cause pain, but Riven's expression showed no resistance. Instead, every time she was penetrated, her limbs and body would tremble violently. Even her flower valley, stretched to its limit by the ferocious creature, would spurt out strands of water from the gaps, as if some juicy berries were hidden inside her body, being squeezed out of her by her senior brother.

And what about her senior brother? In Irelia's memory, her senior brother was always gentle and kind. He would massage her muscles and bones when she was tired, easing her soreness and pain, and alleviating the friction caused by incorrect posture. When she first arrived at the Sanctuary and was homesick, he would tell her stories at night to lull her to sleep…

But now, looking at that rough user... no, not rough.

Suddenly, Irelia realized that she might have misunderstood her senior brother. Although he was using Riven's body very seriously, his expression showed only seriousness and focus, without the hazy love and sincere obsession that Riven had.

Speaking of which... I think I noticed it before, every time I wake up in the morning, Riven's scent of her senior brother is particularly strong, making me want to get close to her. Sometimes, I can even see some thick white porridge around her mouth.

She was already a grown woman, and Irelia hadn't really realized it until now, when she hadn't been pushed in that direction. But seeing this scene now, Irelia's breathing gradually quickened. Just then, Fain inside the room began to accelerate, and Riven's panting and moans turned into more explicit cries of pleasure. Listening to her senior's panting, Riven's cries of pleasure, witnessing their union, and combined with the resonance of sensations spreading through her mental realm, Irelia couldn't help but swallow hard. Then, she instinctively squeezed her legs together, feeling an uncontrollable wetness flowing out and spreading.

318 Dancing

After finishing his encounter with Riven, before starting his second playthrough with Syndra, Fahn went to the window and looked outside. Perhaps because she heard Fahn approaching, Irelia had already disappeared by the window by the time he arrived. Looking at the puddle of water dripping on the floor in front of the window, and the fragmented line of water stretching into the distance, Fahn nodded, not paying much attention, and then turned to find Syndra to begin his enjoyable second playthrough for the evening.

Meanwhile, seeing that Fane had only come to the window for a quick look to get some fresh air before going back inside, Irelia, who was hiding in the bushes, breathed a sigh of relief.

Logically, Irelia should be feeling angry, resentful, or even desperate right now. After all, her grandmother was engaged to Fann, and Irelia had been eagerly anticipating the wedding. But who would have thought that long before her, her senior apprentice had already married Riven…

Thinking this, Irelia found that she didn't feel much anger—was it because of those happy factors? Irelia vaguely remembered the things her senior brother had given her before. If she remembered correctly, Riven was originally from Noxus, but because she was betrayed and didn't know where to go, her senior brother took her in and brought her to Ionia to find the true meaning of life.

If that's the case... then Riven must have already taken some happy hormones, right?

Thinking this, Irelia also felt that her state was a bit strange. Crouching in the bushes, listening to the faint sounds coming from the house in the distance, the scene of Fain and Riven making love just now floated into her mind, and a strange feeling began to spread in Irelia's heart. She bit her lip a few times and couldn't help but reach her hand down.

Irelia was aware that many backward areas of Ionia still maintained strict hierarchical and class systems. Especially on the other side of the Shanzan Highlands, in the primitive tribes dominated by the Vastaya, polygamy was not uncommon, let alone polyandry in the eastern primitive regions of Ionia. While positions like concubines were rare in Ionia and not encouraged by the Temple of Eternity, due to the region's unique circumstances, as long as it was consensual and did not have too much negative impact on the spiritual realm, no one would interfere.

Thinking this, Irelia felt a strange sense of relief. Although she was still somewhat unwilling and wanted to have her senior brother all to herself, upon closer reflection, considering his abilities and status... and that terrifying, ferocious creature...

As she pondered, Irelia swallowed hard. While instinctively feeling she couldn't take it, an image flashed through her mind of Riven trembling and moaning ecstatically beneath Fain.

Riven looks very comfortable...

Thinking this, Irelia's fingers moved faster and faster, her eyes becoming increasingly unfocused and out of control. But just then, a voice suddenly came from beside Irelia: "Irelia? What are you doing hiding here?"

Hearing the familiar voice, Irelia tensed like a startled kitten, her supple body stiffening instantly. Turning her gaze towards the direction of the voice, she saw her senior brother standing almost beside her. This was the first time they had met today; the Syndra she remembered as aloof and arrogant, a symbol of loss of control, chaos, and darkness in the eyes of the Nobody, was being held in her senior brother's arms. Her spider-like white hands clung tightly to his enormous legs, as if she wanted to meld herself into his body and become one with him.

From below, perched in the bushes, Irelia could clearly see the rhythmic contractions of the folded sac. The monstrous object, fully inserted into the honeyed orifice, was also throbbing. Especially noticeable was the small section protruding from where the object connected to the orifice.

Irelia could see that the grotesque IV tubing was rhythmically pulsating, delivering milk, in sync with the contracting of the folded balloon. Each time a stream of thick fluid was delivered through the tubing, Syndra, with her entire head buried in Fain's chest, would tremble violently, even her fair skin flushing a beautiful pink.

Even after her senior brother had calmed down, the Syndra clinging to him continued to swell with desire, trembling, convulsing, and spasming intermittently. Each such reaction was accompanied by a chain reaction of fluids flowing from the flower valley.

Suddenly witnessing this scene unfold before her, Irelia, already tense, was further agitated by the overwhelming energy of Faen contained within the overflowing flower valley. Her upper body instinctively straightened, her full breasts rising high. Because she had come to Faen for a bedtime story, her clothing was exceptionally light; normally it would be fine, but now, soaked and clinging to her body with the honeyed fluid, and with her body particularly aroused, even through her pajamas, her nipples were clearly visible. Already pushed to her physical and mental limits by the impact of these images and thoughts, seeing Faen's gaze upon her was like the final straw. Irelia trembled slightly, and a glistening discharge flew between her legs.

This undoubtedly caught Fahn's attention, but when she tried to cover herself, her uncontrolled body lost its balance, forcing Irelia to brace herself with her hands behind her. In the end, she ended up lying on her back with her legs slightly apart, giving the impression that she was deliberately showing herself to Fahn.

More than twenty years later, Irelia belatedly regained control of her body. She quickly squeezed her legs together, looked at Fain as if she wanted to say something, but after opening her mouth, she couldn't utter a single word. In the end, she pursed her lips and lowered her head, as if she had done something wrong and dared not speak.

It's clear that Irelia's mind is in complete turmoil. It's not just the impact of these events and images; in Faen's realm of pleasure, one's thoughts become excessively active, leading to wild imaginings, and one is even more sensitive to feelings of happiness due to Faen's influence. Combined with Irelia's budding affection for Faen and her feelings for Riven… all these factors overlap, and Irelia herself doesn't even know what she's thinking right now.

While Irelia was still completely bewildered and unsure of what to do, Fain stared at her for a while before chuckling and saying, "Speaking of which, it's been a while since I checked Irelia's homework. How about she dances for her senior brother now?"

"Huh?!" Irelia looked up blankly, glanced at Fain, then looked down at her two engorged, erect nipples, and at the mess she was in now, her wet undergarment hanging on one leg, leaving her bare, glistening pink vulva completely exposed... Should she dance now? Now?

319. Irelia's Hesitation

Hearing Fain's words, Irelia remained bewildered. After a moment of silence, she stood up and, under Fain's gaze, began to dance gracefully.

At first, Irelia was somewhat reserved and restrained. Because she was so tense, she could even clearly feel Fahn's gaze sweeping over her. Even though it was just a simple glance, it still made Irelia extremely nervous. But gradually, as she danced, Irelia felt her body slowly adapt. Not only did her movements become more coordinated, but even when she felt Fahn's gaze, she no longer felt the initial restraint and unease. Instead, with a relaxation of both mind and body, she gradually began to crave more of Fahn's attention.

Thinking this way, Irelia's dance began to relax and become more unrestrained, following her own inner desires. Of course, this inner desire didn't turn Irelia's dance into a devoid of beauty; rather, it maintained its original harmony and grace. However, she no longer felt ashamed of exposing her skin and sexual characteristics as she did at the beginning, and the resulting attempt to conceal herself caused the rhythm and cadence of the dance to become unbalanced. Instead, she was completely immersed in the dance, fully displaying all the beauty within herself.

Feeling the increased admiration in Fain's gaze, Irelia's mind became increasingly relaxed. As the dance drew to a close, the trickling water between her legs transformed from a thin stream into a continuous babbling brook, wetting her long, slender feet and further accentuating the delicate beauty of the slightly parted petals.

After finishing the dance, Irelia caught her breath for a moment. At the beginning of the dance, Irelia's mind was in chaos; neither her thoughts nor her movements possessed any rhythm or beauty. But gradually, as Irelia's spirit became immersed in the dance, and as she was under Fain's gaze, she completely forgot her shame and devoted herself entirely to the dance, showcasing harmony, melody, and beauty.

Now that the dance was over and her spirits had returned, Irelia recalled that the current situation didn't seem to be like when her senior brother used to assess her dance. Glancing again at the water stains scattered around her from her dance, Irelia instinctively covered the delicate petals, and after a moment's hesitation, looked at Fain with a wronged expression.

"Senior brother..."

Meeting Irelia's aggrieved gaze, Faen knew she was angry that he had cheated on her by suddenly demanding she dance. Irelia's resonance ability was extremely strong, and combined with the unique nature of Faen's mental domain, she was almost unconsciously drawn into the dance. While this helped Irelia recover somewhat from the shock of suddenly witnessing Faen and Riven, and his encounter with Syndra, as she came to her senses and recalled what she had seen and done during the dance, a wave of shame began to spread and intensify within her…

Seeing the girl's resentful yet ashamed gaze, Faen was not embarrassed. Instead, he stood up from the ground and said calmly, "I originally wanted to tell you about this after the war ended, but I didn't expect you to find out so suddenly... There's nothing I can do but use what Irelia is most familiar with to help her regain her spirits."

Looking gently at Irelia, Fain walked towards the girl. As Fain withdrew the object from her body, Syndra, still recovering from her orgasm, trembled as the object scraped against her soft inner walls. Especially when the grotesque staff was completely pulled out, with a 'pop,' large amounts of milky fluid overflowed. Syndra convulsed as her flesh was scraped, and her body, which had begun to recover, also released a few drops of nectar along with the overflowing fluid.

Previously, Syndra would usually spray directly, but now it's flowing out, showing that Syndra is truly exhausted. Or perhaps, she's really comfortable now.

In fact, Fain could sense that after a thousand years of waiting in the Dream Pool, Syndra's mind had become somewhat distorted from constant longing. Although Syndra was aware of this and was trying to control it, the fact remained that she now felt a slight jealousy and dissatisfaction when she saw Fain approaching other women. The solution was simple: injections.

Let Syndra have her fill. And now, watching Fain walk towards his fiancée, Irelia, Syndra shows no jealousy whatsoever; instead, she's lost in a daze, as if she's bathed in happiness.

As Irelia watched Fane approach her with a gun, she couldn't help but swallow hard. Especially when he got closer, because of the difference in height and size, Fane was about to take two more steps forward to get closer to Irelia, but as soon as he took a step, Irelia watched helplessly as the hideous weapon aimed at her lower abdomen and forcefully pressed against it.

As Fain's foot landed, the scorching, monstrous thing pressed a few centimeters deeper into Irelia's lower abdomen. Through the flesh pressed against her abdomen, Irelia could even clearly feel a surge of heat entering her abdominal cavity, making the already somewhat dazed Irelia feel an unbearable heat throughout her body. In fact, before Fain could make any further moves, another stream of moisture flowed down the inside of Irelia's already glistening petals along her inner thighs.

Noticing that his little brother was pressing against Irelia's flower garden, Fain said somewhat embarrassedly, "Ah, it's because Irelia danced so beautifully just now that my body reacted again."

Despite saying this, Fain didn't take a single step back. He simply stood there, gazing gently at Irelia in front of him.

Meeting Faen's gaze, Irelia, breathing slightly rapidly, swallowed and placed her hand on the monstrous object pressing against her lower abdomen and breasts, emanating a strong aura and radiating heat.

"Senior brother... will you be good to me?"