Chapter 10: Emystan (2) The Noxian General Who Fell to Riven

Seven days later, under Riven’s foot training, Emystan’s personality was already on the verge of collapse. She crouched in the corner of the basement, red-rimmed eyes fixed on a single sock in front of her.

Riven had deliberately left it there as the final step in her conditioning.

Over the past few days, she had used every method she could. Whether it was food or air, everything Emystan was allowed to take in was steeped in Riven’s scent.

Again and again, through training and humiliation, Emystan’s own masochistic body had grown addicted to that scent, until this kind of life had begun to feel normal.

And today, Riven had used the potion Ron gave her to scrub the entire basement clean, letting fresh air rush back in.

But the sock in the corner was the last test of her training.

If she succeeded, then even the finest Noxian general would not escape the flawless use of the power of the Sacred Tree, or these jade-white feet trained personally by their owner.

The pleasure of trampling the woman who once betrayed her left Riven almost breathless, already imagining how glorious the future would be.

And at that moment, Emystan crouched in the corner with her hair in disarray, muttering nonstop, “No, I, I can’t...”, “No, I can...”, “No, I can’t,”

“I can, I can’t, I can, I can’t, I can, I can’t..."

“Ahhhhhhh!”

Emystan clawed at her own hair like a madwoman. It took her a long while, her beastlike panting gradually easing, before she finally calmed down.

“She, she wants me to do this!”

“I can’t lose. I’m a general of Noxus. I won’t submit to a traitor.”

“I...”

“I can...”

“No, that’s betrayal...”

“...”

“I am a Noxian.”

“...”

“She is a Noxian too... yes, she is a Noxian too.”

“This isn’t betrayal, this is...”

Emystan fell silent for a moment. What was this? She was desperately trying to find the answer.

It felt as if, without that answer, she would lose even the will to keep living.

The faint smell at the tip of her nose kepting her brain, making it impossible to focus. Then, in the long stretch of time, just as Emystan was nearly about to tear out her own hair, her thoughts suddenly drifted back several years.

It was when she had been addressing new recruits: “From this moment on, you are members of the Noxian Vanguard. You will swear loyalty to Noxus, and to me.”

Right. This was only loyalty.

Having found an excuse, Emystan desperately wanted to lick that scent that made her discard her dignity. Every time she thought of it, she felt disgustingly low, but the intense pleasure carried by that foot scent made her unable to stop.

If it weren’t for the last thread of pride and restraint, she would have already knelt at Riven’s feet.

But just before the string of her reason snapped, a crisp set of footsteps sounded from outside the basement: tap.

Gulp.

Emystan swallowed. That was Riven’s step.

She slowly stood, the flush on her face fading to coldness. Her remaining eye stared fixedly at the entrance, carrying fear and an emotion she could not name.

Only when Riven walked down at an unhurried pace, holding a small round orb in her hand, did Emystan realize it was one of her own eyes, taken from her.

“Come here.” Riven lightly tapped the floor with her toe, and Emystan reluctantly walked over.

Even during that time, her mind had tried countless times to surrender completely beneath this woman’s feet, but she still forced herself with everything she had to restrain her body.

“Here.” Riven flicked her finger. The power of the Sacred Tree gathered at her fingertips, liquid flowing through Emystan’s eye socket, and her eye was restored.

Then Riven dropped a piece of roasted meat and left the basement at once.

Only then did Emystan notice that today Riven had apparently forgotten to shut the basement door, the huge stone slab.

This was a chance. The restored-eyed officer clutched the roasted meat and bit hard into it.

She wasn’t going to thank Riven for helping her. In her eyes, this was nothing more than a strong woman toying with the weak.

Still, she lowered her head and looked at the food in her hand.

Why did this roasted meat taste so...

Riven had cooked it perfectly, with no raw meat smell and no toughness from the high heat, but for some reason Emystan still found it unappetizing.

Maybe something was missing. Her gaze uncontrollably drifted to the corner not far away, and she shivered slightly.

...

Late at night.

Gathering her final shred of courage, Emystan held her breath and carefully slipped out of the dungeon.

How long had it been?

By counting meals, it should have been seven or eight days.

Tap...

Careful footsteps led her into the temple, and what shocked Emystan was that Riven and that man were actually lying right there in the main hall with no guard at all.

They were sleeping very deeply.

Carefully stepping past the two of them, Emystan kept her eyes fixed on the outside of the temple until the moonlight of the deep night drew her gaze to Riven’s greatsword.

Even though it was still wrapped in those torn strips of cloth, she recognized the weapon at a glance.

If it was that sword, maybe she could kill this woman.

The thought of revenge flashed through her mind, and the cruel, decisive woman immediately put it into action.

She glanced back at the two sleeping figures, then quickly picked up the weapon leaning against the stone pillar and strode toward the sleeping Riven.

At that moment, even her restrained breathing turned into a vengeful panting at the prospect of revenge.

But then a familiar scent, one that made her dizzy with longing, slipped into her nose.

This...

The indescribable delight made her tremble uncontrollably, and struggle and hesitation immediately appeared in her eyes.

No, I can’t. This is my last chance...

I have to escape. Yes, I have to leave...

At that moment, Emystan abandoned the idea of revenge. After hesitating again and again, she turned in the opposite direction and resolutely prepared to leave.

But then, “whoosh,” a breeze swept through, and the thick scent was scattered at once, fresh air flooding her nose again.

“!!!” With a jolt, a flash of fear suddenly passed through Emystan’s eyes.

No.

She took a step.

No, no, she couldn’t.

No.

And yet her steps kept carrying her closer and closer to Riven. With a clatter, that rune weapon slipped from her hand.

Like a madwoman, she fell to the floor and breathed in the scent from Riven’s feet. Then she kissed them, licked them, losing herself completely as she devoured that addictive smell. The desire she had suppressed for who knew how long erupted all at once across Riven’s jade-white feet.

No. If she lost these beautiful feet, how was she supposed to keep living?

At that moment, Emystan gave up thinking. She no longer cared what would happen if she was discovered, and instead staked her entire life on this single moment.

Until she was finally lying on the floor, her face flushed and her body drenched in that addictive scent, Emystan had no idea how many times she had come.

She slid her fingers between her thighs, stroking her wet lips and the sticky slick there, then for the first time brought her fingers back to her mouth instead of wiping them somewhere else in disgust.

There was no taste she had expected. Annoyed, the female officer spat on the floor. Before getting up, she kissed Riven’s jade-white feet once more.

The other woman didn’t wake. Maybe this had all just been a dream.

Emystan swayed as she walked forward, but this time her destination was not the exit. It was the basement that had kept her imprisoned for so long.

Only after her footsteps had faded far away did Riven, who had been pretending to sleep, finally open her bright red eyes.

Finally succeeded.

Riven smiled faintly and said nothing, closing her eyes again.

The next morning, after waking, Riven first gave her master a morning blowjob, then walked into the dungeon carrying a set of Ionia clothes and a mask.

“My dear foot slave, come here.”

Riven stood on the last stone step and did not come any closer. Instead, she took off her shoes, extended her toes, and waited quietly.

Emystan hesitated as she looked at her, but Riven answered her with smiling eyes.

Everything was clear without words. Emystan knelt at Riven’s feet. She opened that little mouth once used to bark orders, and with a tongue now trained flexible and obedient beyond measure, she carefully licked Riven’s toes.

A moment later, when Riven still gave no response, Emystan raised her head in some fear.

“Don’t be afraid. You’ll find you’ve made the right choice.”

Riven nodded with satisfaction. She withdrew her jade-white feet, then tossed the clothes to Emystan. After that, she put the muzzle ball Ron had made, still carrying her scent, onto Emystan, and handed her the final mask.

Likewise, Emystan’s appearance was given a brief makeover, with her hair tied up and the smoky makeup Ron had taught her, a look much like Karma’s.

After that, the once proud and overbearing Emystan finally became Riven’s obedient foot slave, the faint smell constantly drifting out of the gag in front of her mouth reminding her of her own lowly position.

Ron also learned from Emystan about Noxus’s next move. They were originally planning to attack the village of the Zan family thirteen days later, and Emystan had only gone there as an overseer. Her more important mission was to recover an ancient Ionian artifact that her own legion had already obtained.

Thirteen days. The village of the Zan family.

So, subtracting the time spent on training, that meant four days from now.

Ron nodded. For him, there was more than enough time.

With that, they immediately set out on their journey.