Space was limited; the range of action was severely restricted. In a confined environment, this restriction on action often further led to people's perception becoming exceptionally sharp. Just like now, originally she could endure slightly when outside, but accompanied by Faen holding her into the small cubicle, accompanied by another round of flesh entry, the feeling of wanting to move but being restricted everywhere made Caitlyn's breathing increasingly rapid.
Just then, Vi pushed open the door of the lounge. Looking at the incomparably chaotic traces in the lounge, at first, Vi didn't pay much attention. But soon, Vi discovered something wrong... Beside the table, leaning against the cabinet, if she wasn't mistaken, it should be Caitlyn's sidearm?
Vi knew that gun, because it was a Hextech crystal-powered rifle custom-made by Jayce for Caitlyn personally to repay House Kiramman's continuous investment in the past and Caitlyn's encouragement during his life's low point. Besides possessing amazing accuracy and rate of fire, it possessed accessories rich enough to be called luxurious. From nets to large-caliber armor-piercing rounds, encompassing everything, perfectly fitting Caitlyn's professional characteristics.
And Caitlyn cherished this weapon very much. In Vi's impression, even when sleeping, Caitlyn would put it in a place where she could reach it as soon as she opened her eyes. And now, placed on the ground so casually?
Walking forward, even someone thick-nerved like Vi had keenly detected something wrong now.
The traces on the sofa obviously showed someone just used it, and judging from the state, it obviously didn't conform to Caitlyn's habitual sitting posture. Especially on the carpet in front of the sofa, there were many rubbing traces and large water stains. Getting slightly closer, Vi could even clearly smell some indescribable but very subtle scents remaining in the air.
Vi seemed to have some impression of these scents, but couldn't recall them at all for a moment. Just feeling an inexplicable familiarity, along with her heartbeat accelerating slightly...
This feeling... is the joy factor?
Thinking this, Vi frowned subconsciously.
Regarding the joy factor, to be honest, Vi wasn't very familiar, only knowing it was very prevalent in Zaun, a harmless joy extract that could make people feel the joy in their emotions more clearly, boosting spirit while also improving various physiological states.
Although it was said so, to be honest, Vi didn't believe it.
In Vi's view, this was nothing more than some Shimmer variant created by Silco again, just that the side effects were not as obvious as Shimmer, but essentially still an alchemy potion with terrible addictiveness and side effects—people holding similar ideas were definitely not few in Piltover.
Caitlyn knew the negative effects of Shimmer, so she would definitely not contact or try it easily. But the problem was, some time ago, Caitlyn happened to be taken to Zaun by Faen as a hostage living for quite a long time...
Could it be that during that time, Caitlyn was forced by them...
Thinking this, Vi couldn't help clenching her fists, a look of strong anger appearing in her gaze.
And while Vi was incomparably angry—listening to the sound of the outside door being pushed open and Vi approaching step by step, the guilt and vague sense of immorality in Caitlyn's heart also pushed Caitlyn to welcome another peak at this moment.
Large amounts of water drops flowed down along her legs and even along Faen's stick, dripping. Dual satisfaction of spirit and flesh made Caitlyn lose all strength for a moment, ignoring that she was now in a confined environment. Her limp legs lost support on the spot and slid down.
And realizing her own state, a look of panic appeared in Caitlyn's gaze, because she was about to knock open the side door of the cubicle. Fortunately, at this time Faen extended a helping hand in time, dragging Caitlyn's body to hold her up. But immediately following, he held Caitlyn face to face in his arms, then continued outputting in the standing missionary position.
Just came once, started the second time without any rest time. Feeling the feedback in her body, Caitlyn couldn't help widening her eyes, but dared not resist. Instead, she hugged Faen tightly, holding back the impulse to shout. Unfortunately, no matter how tightly Caitlyn's upper body hugged, those limp and powerless lower limbs didn't have much strength to resist. She could only watch helplessly as every thrust of Faen stirred up layers of flesh waves on her thighs and fleshy buttocks. Spirit connected with flesh also climbed uncontrollably towards new peaks under these surging ripples.
Almost losing the ability to think, Caitlyn arched her waist subconsciously, but forgot her lower body was already a mess, without enough strength to stabilize her center of gravity at all. Her tender body bumped against the door on the side, making a slightly dull sound. Even if the sound insulation was good enough, this still attracted the attention of Vi, who was squatting on the ground thinking about what exactly happened to Caitlyn.
Casting her gaze at that inconspicuous side door, Vi didn't hesitate at all, rushing over immediately and pulling the door open directly.
Entering her vision, in that small cubicle which wasn't big, just used to temporarily place some cleaning supplies and daily consumables, Faen and Caitlyn were hugging each other somewhat crowdedly. The Enforcer uniform on her body was already soaked with sweat; the skirt hem was tucked at the waist. The pink small mound was obviously carefully trimmed, without hair blocking, displaying that smoothness and pinkness entirely for those in need to appreciate and use.
Her whole body covered with abnormal flush, eyes filled with tears, body twitching slightly, spasming, saliva still dripping down from the corner of her mouth constantly. Between her brows filled with nervousness, uneasiness, and strong infatuation and joy.
In contrast, Faen held Caitlyn forcefully in front of him. Upper body no change, but below the waistline, those muscle lines were clearly reflected in Vi's eyes. Because one of Caitlyn's legs happened to be across his waist, the original appearance couldn't be seen clearly. But even so, just through the fact that accompanied by Faen's slowly swaying waist, Caitlyn's eyes rhythmically emerged with the rhythm of emotion, Vi could be certain that even in this current situation, Faen still didn't stop, still humiliating Caitlyn!
"Hello." Faen greeted Vi accompanied by slight panting.
"You guy!!!"
Seeing this scene, a look of strong anger appeared on Vi's face. Under the effect of this anger, Vi even forgot the huge strength gap between her and Faen, instinctively clenching her fist and raising it towards Faen.