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

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"He's just a bit shy. When he gets nervous, his blood flow accelerates, and his body temperature naturally rises," Farn explained helplessly.

Watching Fain and Vi start arguing about something inexplicable, Caitlin was initially puzzled. But soon, with the scent lingering in her nostrils, the grandeur before her, and the heat she could feel even from a distance, her body reacted once more. Although she could barely resist because she had been there several times recently, she also realized that it was the pleasure factor at work.

Fine told Caitlin about the side effects of addictive hormones, such as dependence. This included the fact that if a user ingested too much or for an extended period, they would unconsciously and instinctively accept Fine's influence and increasingly condone his outrageous behavior.

Caitlin guessed that one reason she initially accepted becoming Farn's wife and then quickly allowed herself to be manipulated, enslaved, and humiliated by him was this... Although she realized this, Caitlin didn't feel disgusted by it. Instead, she felt a slight sense of relief—at least it reduced her psychological pressure and burden, allowing her to better accept what now seemed unavoidable.

Thinking this, Caitlin couldn't help but lower her head and rub her lower abdomen. With just a little pressure, a thick, sticky flow immediately trickled down from beneath her skirt. Although it wasn't the first time, witnessing and feeling it again still filled Caitlin's eyes with deep affection and fondness.

Meanwhile, noticing Caitlyn's actions, Vi's mouth dropped open, momentarily speechless. Looking at Vi, and recalling her earlier comment that she definitely couldn't handle it either, Caitlyn pursed her lips, glancing at the large, black and red spear beside her, raised like a javelin and emitting billowing heat, and gently placed her hand on the shaft.

Feeling the astonishing heat and terrifying scale, Caitlin bit her lower lip and said, "Actually, it's just like you said... Vi, I really couldn't take it at first, because I felt like I had reached my limit after only a third of it went in."

“But that feeling didn’t last long.” Looking at Vi, Caitlin said calmly while gently rubbing her stomach, “Because I quickly turned into your shape… even now.”

Knowing exactly what she was doing, Caitlin wasn't too nervous. Instead, through gradual honesty, she let go of some things she had previously been unable to let go of. In this process, along with a sense of relief, Caitlin also noticed a subtle feeling arising in both her body and mind.

This feeling is not simply a sense of immorality or a simple desire for Farn to enter into my life, but something more special: exposing my true self to a trusted friend, letting her know that I have become more humble, cheap, yet so happy.

Thinking about it, she swallowed and looked at her lower abdomen with a tender, even maternal, expression.

"Although some has flowed out, believe it or not, Wei... the amount of content inside hasn't decreased much at all. And I can clearly feel that this life essence isn't simply flowing outwards, but rather because the life essence inside has already permeated my inner membrane, like it's soaking in yogurt... Now it's just flowing out to allow for faster absorption."

After a pause, Caitlin spat out a mouthful of saliva and turned her gaze to the baguette beside her.

"Perhaps seeing it with your own eyes will help you understand better than just saying it."

199·Wei's Thoughts

Looking at Vi in front of her, Caitlin couldn't help but lick her lips a few times. Then she returned to Fain's side, slowly lowered her upper body, raised her buttocks, and fully displayed her petals to Fain behind her.

Seeing this, Farn straightened his back and leaned forward slightly.

With a slightly wet sound of a hard object being thrust into a soft, wet place, Vi, who was in front, could clearly see that as Farn was inserted, a large amount of milk was squeezed out of the gap between Caitlin and Farn.

Feeling the sensation, Caitlin's lips involuntarily curled upwards slightly. Looking at Caitlin before him, especially at the sight of her flat, smooth abdomen, yet with clearly defined abs, stretched taut by large, hard muscles, a look of horror still betrayed his expression. As Farn's body began to move, the bulging contours slid up and down across Caitlin's abdomen.

This was supposed to bring intense pain, but in Vi's view, almost as soon as she entered, Caitlin's expression began to gradually lose control, and in the end, she even revealed a twisted smile, panting heavily and swaying her hips in a fawning manner to meet Fayen's rhythm, presenting her entire flower garden in front of the big hard muscle to be rammed and ravaged at will.

"Can you...see it?" Suddenly, Caitlin's body trembled a few times, and as the liquid dripped down, a few moments of clarity flashed in Caitlin's eyes amidst the chaotic pleasure.

Looking at Vi, Caitlin said with a mix of helplessness and fascination, placing her hand on the bulge on her stomach. "Just a simple insertion is all it takes to reach the place that makes me feel so good... Vi, I still consider you a friend, but I also know very well that you can't possibly understand how I feel right now... And I'm not sure if either my mind or my body can live without Farn."

As he said this, noticing Caitlin's thoughts and ideas, Farn nodded, slowly stretching his waist while reaching out and placing his hand on Caitlin's chest.

Fueled by the "happiness factor," Caitlin's body is now noticeably more alluring than before. Somewhat similar to Zelly, after this period of development, when Caitlin is with Fane in private, her body also displays a completely different state than usual, depending on her emotional state.

The most obvious change is that her delicate and perky breasts have become fuller. In fact, as the passion and physical intimacy intensify, the milk secreted inside has caused her perky breasts to sag slightly, giving them a fuller appearance rather than a perky one.

Sure enough, with just a slight reach of his hand, Fain saw that the two red beans secreted a clearly visible, transparent juice, right in Wei's sight.

If before, Caitlin didn't understand why LeBlanc was so obsequious to Farn, even going so far as to say things like she was willing to bear Farn's daughter for them to have fun together, which made her seem mentally unstable.

In Caitlin's view, even when faced with the real threat of death, there are some things that are more important than life itself.

But later, Caitlin gradually understood why LeBlanc said that—it wasn't just because LeBlanc wanted to continue existing, wanted to complete her revenge, and needed Fane's favor to truly live.

Well, that's certainly part of the reason, or rather, these reasons did accelerate LeBlanc's realization of reality and her current situation. But besides that, there's also the fact that during her sexual encounters with Fain, the ever-increasing sense of happiness and love gradually overwhelms and destroys a person's reason.

"I can feel it, my body is fully prepared." Feeling Farn's hand gradually tighten, almost embedding itself into her breast, Caitlin, lost in passion, gasped, "Whatever the request, whatever the situation, I'm ready..."

Seeing this unfold, Wei couldn't help but gape. If before, during the verbal exchange, Wei had only felt frustrated, feeling that she had so much to say and so many principles to express, now, all Wei could feel was an unprecedented sense of bewilderment and powerlessness.

Looking at the bulging outline of Caitlin's abdomen, Wei clearly realized that this was something she absolutely could not do... or even something that no one but Farn could do.

“Caitlyn…I…”

Wei opened her mouth, but stood there helplessly, looking flustered and uneasy, completely unsure of what to do.

In response, Fain suddenly became violent, grabbing Caitlin by the hair and roughly lifting her onto a nearby desk. Vi wanted to stop him, but the sounds Caitlin made during the process left her unsure how to react.

"Oh my gosh~"

After a rough and forceful thrust, Farn comfortably twisted his waist, but because the baguette hadn't been pulled out, the twisting motion caused Caitlin's lower body to tense up, her vulva to arch upwards, and she gushed out a violent spray of water.

During this process, Fain reached out and pressed down Caitlin, who was so excited that her lower limbs were spasming uncontrollably. Then, holding down one hand with the other, he looked at Vi and said, "If there's nothing else... could you close the door for me when we leave?"

Upon hearing Fain's words, Wei pursed her lips, then lowered her head, remained silent, and turned away dejectedly, closing the door behind her.

As she walked, her head was bowed, and the shadow of her long pink hair obscured half of Vi's face, hiding her in the darkness and making it impossible for people to see her expression. Even so, Fine and Caitlin could more or less sense the numbness, gloom, and even despair in Vi's heart. This caused Caitlin a slight pang in her heart, and the greenhouse seemed to tighten even more.

But Caitlin knew that a short, sharp pain was better than a long, drawn-out one. If there was no future, then cutting off all hope now, before it led to greater suffering and chaos, was the best option.

Upon reaching the door, Wei didn't leave. Instead, she stood there blankly, closing the door behind her, and then slowly sat down against it. Hearing Caitlin's joyful cries, finally free to be expressed without pretense or suppression after her departure, she slowly lowered her head, lost in thought.

200 Rumors

By the time Fain and Caitlin finished, about half an hour had passed. This isn't a long rap, but it's not short either—just the average person controlling their pace a bit once they get into the main act. However, for Fain, this time was clearly insufficient. The main reason it ended so quickly was that this was merely an infusion of nourishing essence to help Caitlin recover the energy expended during her oral exercises.

But to everyone's surprise, Vi arrived halfway through, and after speaking, she sat by the door for a long time without leaving. Only after Vi had composed herself and left did Fain reluctantly end the current round.

After resting for a while on her desk, Caitlin got up again. She took out a slightly cleaner uniform from her mental space, tidied herself up, and then relaxed back in her chair.

This relaxation came not only from the recovery of physical and mental energy, but also from the relief of having explained things clearly to Wei.

Previously, although I deliberately avoided thinking about it and managed to stay unaffected, upon closer reflection, I realized that my supposed indifference was only to a certain extent. Whenever I encountered anything even remotely related to Wei, I would still feel a subtle unease. It was like a bubble on the corner of a phone screen; even though it didn't affect usability, it would still bother me from time to time.

Of course, for Caitlin, this was not just a nuisance, but more of a complex feeling of not knowing how to face it.

Now that everything has been made clear, even if there was some hysteria and some unrefined behavior in the process, at least... "it's all over."

Leaning back in her chair, Caitlin felt a sense of relief as she realized the matter was over.

To this, Fain shook his head, pulling up his pants as he said, "It's over for you, isn't it?"

Upon hearing Farn's words, Caitlin was slightly taken aback, and then quietly said, "This might be a little hard for Vi to accept... but after a short period of pain, at least she can embrace her own life and forget about me and everything that happened here."

As she spoke, Caitlin pursed her lips and said with a hint of helplessness, "She won't give up unless she understands things more clearly... That's just her personality, I know."

If she could, Caitlin would have preferred a more prudent and gentler approach to tell Vi. However, the problem was that, through her interactions with Vi, Caitlin knew Vi's personality very well. She also knew that when she tried to use Vi to combat her physical urges to be manipulated by Fane, the unfolding of these feelings meant that she could no longer gently persuade Vi to give up on those feelings.

To this, Fain shook his head noncommittally.

Noticing Farn's actions, Caitlin blinked and then asked directly, "Isn't that how it is?"

"I'd say it's about the same."

Upon hearing Caitlin's question, Farn shrugged and said, "You do know Vi, but you obviously don't know enough. If you had done this before expressing your feelings to Vi, even if it was just telling her that you wanted to be with me, she would have been confused and hesitant for a while, and then she would have told herself that she had been overthinking things all along, or that this was the happiness you had chosen, and silently let go of those inappropriate thoughts and silently wished you well."

“But you’ve already expressed some of your thoughts to her, even if you haven’t acted on them yet, just a hug. For Wei… you know, this girl’s inner sensitivity is inversely proportional to her outward boldness.” Farn held up a finger and said, “Especially since you also said that she can’t feel your feelings, and that you’re destined to never understand each other… In other words, I don’t think she’ll give up easily until she can feel your feelings and understand your understanding.”

Upon hearing Farn's words, Caitlin opened her mouth, but then seemed to realize something, sighed, turned around, and said, "I... understand."

Seeing Caitlin's troubled expression, Fine didn't say much. This wasn't something Caitlin would find difficult to understand. The crucial question was whether she could even realize it.

Seeing that the matter was over, Farn didn't linger. He pulled up his pants, closed the door, and left.

Today, I unexpectedly dealt with Gangplank, which involved matters related to Bilgewater. Fain realized he might need to learn more about Bilgewater beforehand—both League of Legends and Legends of Runeterra describe Bilgewater, but like the two cities in this world, their descriptions conflict. Considering his current timeline, where the relationship between Piltover and Zaun is a unique timeline combining the Battle of the Two Cities with the previous version of the League of Legends universe, Fain wouldn't be complacent even if Bilgewater's power level was comparable to Zaun and Piltover.

"Where is the Piltover archives again? Hopefully, the information there will be more detailed..."

With that in mind, Fain headed towards Piltover's city center. Besides the Piltover archives, the information gathered from Zaun, and Janna and LeBlanc's understanding of Bilgewater, these were also among the reference materials Fain needed.

Just as Farn began to study matters related to Bilgewater, on the other side, as some surviving pirates successfully returned to Bilgewater, news of Planck's death spread like wildfire from Bloodharbor to the entire Bilgewater.

In truth, most people, upon hearing the news of Planck's death, reacted with skepticism and disbelief. Similar tales had surfaced countless times before—Planck's rivals, enemies, and adversaries all had their eyes on his head. But each time? Each time, amidst the public's skepticism and uncertainty, Planck would return in an even more bloody and brutal manner. Even for the outlaws of Bilgewater, Planck's brutality remained chilling.

In this situation, they had long since become numb to news such as Planck's death.

A person's reputation precedes them. Although Planck himself rarely said this, almost every bandit, pirate, and criminal in Bilgewater accepted Planck's status as the king of bandits.

However, this time is clearly different from the past.

201. The Bilgewater Scandal

Bilgewater, Anchor Tavern, a lawless place where all sorts of people gather, including bandits, thieves, pirates, butchers, and smugglers. And as night falls, sea monster hunters, having finished a long day's hard work, also come here to while away one of the few free moments of their day.

Sea monster hunters are among the most dangerous professions in Bilgewater. They typically venture into treacherous open ocean waters in medium or small warships, often lacking robust sturdiness, to hunt large sea monsters lurking beneath the surface. While it may sound like simple fishing, the seas teeming with these creatures are typically rough and stormy. Although large warships can withstand the waves, they also attract the attention of ancient, colossal sea monsters—and if they do attract the attention of these ancient creatures, which may even be demigods, then unless the ship is as large as a star destroyer, it's all for naught.

Therefore, sea monster hunters could only hunt using small to medium-sized boats. The value of the sea monsters themselves was enough to justify the risks—even a small sea monster was enough for a person to live comfortably in Bilgewater for two or three months, with plenty of food and drink. As for larger sea monsters, such as the shipwreck serpent or the golden narwhal, hunting just one would provide them with a life free from want.

It is precisely because of this high risk and high reward that Bilgewater has a large number of sea monster hunters. Of course, very few of them can make money and still spend lavishly in the tavern.

While the sea monster hunters were still shouting, cursing, and drinking noisily, one of them, who had also just arrived at the tavern and was holding a newspaper, exclaimed, "Holy crap? Plank seems to be dead?"

Upon hearing this, the others in the tavern didn't take it seriously. Several tavern staff members, familiar with the sea monster hunter who had spoken, even blushed and scoffed, saying, "Plank is dead? Plank is dead again! Plank is finally dead! I think it was just another fake death trap by that kid."

“Yeah, nobody’s going to believe he’s dead,” a pirate next to him said with a grin. “When someone starts thinking about attacking his vault again, I bet he’ll suddenly come back to life and hang all the traitors at Blood Harbor docks—this has happened so many times already, and every time some forgetful guys are asking for it.”

"Yeah, he can even steal Noxian warships, how could Death possibly catch him?"

Hearing the conversations of the others in the tavern, the sea monster hunter swallowed hard and said, "But this news comes from the survivors of the Fear... Oh right, and there's also a Piltover newspaper, with pictures too. Once a picture is taken, it can't be changed; pictures can't lie, can they?!"

Upon hearing the man's words, the previously tipsy crowd exchanged glances. Without further ado, the man simply displayed the newspapers. These weren't just one newspaper; they included newspapers from Piltover and even Zaun—

"On my way back, I happened to run into a merchant ship from Piltover and we exchanged some supplies. They wouldn't lie to me, would they?"

Despite saying this, the sea monster hunter still had a slight doubt and worry on his face.

Sea monster hunters' ships are clearly different from pirate ships—in fact, pirates rarely attack sea monster hunter ships unless absolutely necessary. After all, they all live in Bilgewater, where gangs of all sizes constantly run into each other, and unless there's a grudge, their primary activity is plundering merchant ships. Moreover, these sea monster hunters are willing to hunt even sea monsters for money; when it comes to fighting to the death, they are not to be trifled with. And because sea monsters, whether flesh or bones, are excellent tonics and forging materials, even merchant ships on voyages are willing to temporarily stop to purchase and resupply them.

Now, upon seeing the newspaper in the sea monster hunter's hand, and upon seeing the picture of Planck's corpse hanging above the Sun Gate sluice gate, everyone looked at each other in surprise.

As we all know, images can't be photoshopped—while Runeterra's media technology is quite advanced, aside from Piltover, almost no news media utilize images effectively. This is because Piltover's media technology innovation stems from breakthroughs in Hextech Crystal technology, allowing for more efficient and precise utilization of Hextech Crystal energy. While magic can achieve similar results, in Runeterra today, even reaching 360p resolution would require a mid-level mage.

Furthermore, it requires focused attention, making mass production impossible—mid-level mages can easily find high-paying jobs. Those high-ranking officials and nobles prefer to hire warriors to guard their homes and protect them from arrows, bullets, and cannonballs, and then hire mages to enhance the ranged output and cultural depth of their protection teams.

To date, Piltover has not yet allocated any skill points to photo editing within the Hextech Mirror Image Processor.

That is why, even many staunch pirates and sea monster hunters couldn't help but have doubts and waver when they saw the photos.

"There are pictures? Then it seems there's a real possibility..."

"My God, Planck is really going to die? He's actually going to die?"

A look of confusion crossed the face of a young pirate or sailor. For many young pirates and sailors, Gangplank was almost a religion—if Jayce represented the Piltover dream in Piltover, then Gangplank's ruthlessness and cunning legend was the path to success for young people in Bilgewater—it's hard to learn good, but easy to learn bad.

While people were still discussing the matter with great astonishment, in a corner unseen by others, many people exchanged glances and then quietly left the tavern.

As before, Planck's death was met with skepticism from some—after all, Planck had previously used various tricks to embellish his death, inciting people to try to betray him, and ultimately increasing people's fear of him by hanging the traitors.

Even so, there are always people willing to try... Sure enough, after hearing the news of Planck's death, Sarah, who had just returned to the shore, immediately sneered and said, "Planck died so easily? Nobody believes that."

As one of Planck's most notorious enemies, Sarah knew all too well that this beast's cunning and ruthlessness far exceeded ordinary imagination. After all, this guy was a bastard who would kill his own mother simply to prevent anyone else from getting tired of his gun! Would he die? Of course he would! But he could only die by her own hand!

202·Victory

Known as Miss Luck, Sarah harbors a deep-seated hatred for Plank. She wasn't born in Bilgewater, but rather on a small island off the coast. Her mother was Abigail Fortune, a world-renowned firearms expert. Because of this, Sarah was familiar with everything about firearms from a young age, including revolvers and trigger settings.

Her mother, a legendary figure in the gun-making world, naturally made her creations collectibles for many merchants and captains. But precisely because of this, her guns often became targets for unscrupulous individuals.

Among these people was a newly emerging Bilgewater bandit, whose men called him Gangplank—Sarah was still very young then, and Gangplank was just starting out. Even then, Gangplank had already displayed his talent as a bandit king, exhibiting a brutality unimaginable to ordinary people, along with confidence and arrogance.

Driven by a thirst for powerful weapons, Planck demanded that Sarah's mother craft a pair of pistols for him, demanding unparalleled craftsmanship and quality. Faced with this threat, Sarah's mother reluctantly accepted the order. A full year later, on the same day, Planck returned. He had no intention of paying, so he covered his face with a dirty scarf—but in reality, the filthy scarf couldn't conceal Planck's menacing eyes at all, and Planck himself didn't care, because anyone could see he was there to rob them.

The twin pistols made by Sarah's mother are also masterpieces, not only powerful and precise, but also elegant and ingeniously designed.

Sensing Planck's ferocity, Sarah's mother also chose to shout at him, stating bluntly that Planck was unworthy to wield such an excellent weapon. Having seen countless people, Sarah's mother clearly saw that Planck had now become a villain devoid of humanity.

In a fit of rage, Gangplank seized the twin guns and shot Sarah's mother dead with the weapons she had made herself. He then turned the guns on her husband and young Sarah. Then, without any other reason than sheer malice, he set the workshop ablaze and smashed the twin guns against the rocks, determined to wipe everything Sarah's mother owned from Runeterra and to make people realize that Gangplank's brutality was not just a name.

Then, Sarah was awakened by excruciating pain. Perhaps due to her heroic talent, despite her severe injuries, Sarah managed to crawl out of the burning ruins. She clutched two broken pistols tightly to her chest, and as her body gradually healed, she resolved to take revenge and repaired her mother's twin guns. Afterward, she inquired about Gangplank's whereabouts and followed him to Bilgewater, debuting as a bounty hunter, constantly accumulating strength, waiting for an opportunity to make Gangplank die a humiliating death.

As things stand, Plank is unaware that Sarah is the gunsmith's child; he only thinks she's a newly emerged bounty hunter—but there are far too many bounty hunters like her in Bilgewater. One more today, one less tomorrow, Plank doesn't care at all.

For Sarah, what she desired was far more than simply killing Planck; she wanted him to lose everything completely, to be forced to endure unbearable humiliation, and then, right before his eyes, to burn everything he had stolen to ashes. Only in this way could she truly satisfy the girl who had died in her mother's workshop and been resurrected fueled by hatred.

That's why, upon hearing the news of Planck's death, Sarah's first reaction was disbelief—on one hand, she yearned for personal revenge; on the other hand, she was well aware of the immense power Planck wielded.

“But they told us a story with a clear beginning and end, so we can’t just completely disbelieve them, can we?” Hearing the captain’s words, the Yordle girl beside him also said with a grin, “Why don’t we go check out Plank’s underground vault? If something really goes wrong with him, the vault will definitely be the first place to be affected!”

If Fane were here, he would immediately recognize that this so-called Yordle girl is the Sharpshooter unit card from the Miss Fortune pack in Hearthstone. It costs one mana, has 1/1 stats, and its hero power is called "Shotgun," which deals one damage to the opponent's crystal when attacking. It's a classic chip damage card in card games—that is, it deals direct damage to the player's health, such as the Priest's Mind Blast or the Hunter's Bow in Hearthstone.

Upon hearing the sharpshooter's words, Sarah lowered her head and pondered for a moment before nodding and saying, "Alright! Let's set off now!"

"Hey? Aren't you going back to rest first?"

"There will be plenty of time to rest later!"

Hearing this, and seeing the serious look in Sarah's eyes, the Yordle girl shrugged: "Okay, whatever you say~"