Chapter 9: Emystan (1) The Past Comes Flooding Back

The next morning, with his strength recovered, Ron slung his pack over his back, took Riven into the village to buy two horses, and after leaving behind a small sum for living expenses, he had practically put out everything he had saved.

Just like that, the two of them left the village and the forest, and Ron finally put an end to his two years of living like a wild man.

……

The first day of travel was dull and uneventful. After the two of them built a fire on a patch of dry ground, they ate some dried fish and wild fruit.

Of course, Ron still added a little something extra to Riven's dinner.

But on the second day, after they crossed a low hill, they spotted an elite squad of Noxian soldiers on the main road.

“Master!”

Riven was startled, then immediately rode her horse back into cover behind the hill.

Ron did the same. The two of them tied their horses to a tree, then hid behind some rocks to watch the Noxian force.

All elites!

With just one glance, Riven was stunned by the quality of the unit.

There were only a hundred or so of them; by formation it should have been a 120-man vanguard, but unlike the ragtag army of sickly, undersized men carrying farm tools, these soldiers were broad-shouldered, strong, and well-trained.

Was this the personal guard?

Riven frowned first, then began searching for the commander of the unit.

Noxian sergeants always looked down on Ionian people, thinking they were nothing but weak lambs or peasants, utterly incapable of a fight.

So Riven quickly found the female commander at the very front, surrounded by several cavalrymen.

Cold, deep blue hair, violet eyes, and beneath the refined face that hinted at noble blood was a glacial bearing of command and an air of untouchable authority.

Her black armor wrapped around her full, powerful body, but Ron could still make out the curves of her figure.

This woman's chest was fuller and firmer than Riven's, and because she held a high rank and had spent years on horseback, her plump, alluring ass and ample thighs had been trained beyond imagination.

“Emystan!” A low growl rumbled in Riven's throat, and hatred spilled from her scarlet eyes.

In that instant, before Ron could stop her, Riven grabbed the giant sword wrapped in cloth on her back and shot forward in a single stride.

That woman was strong.

The soldiers were strong too. Even though Ron's thoughts were almost entirely occupied by comparing her ass to Riven's, he still knew what he should be thinking about if he wanted to stay alive.

But now Riven had charged down like a madwoman. Ron figured a heroine's fighting power wouldn't be too bad, but this was a real world, not the game he had played before crossing over.

God knows what could happen!

……

Ten minutes later.

“God knows what could happen...”

Ron looked at the wreckage and corpses strewn across the ground, and for a moment he was lost in a daze.

He couldn't make sense of it at all. Riven had cut and hacked her way through this entire elite unit and butchered them like chopping vegetables.

By the time he brought the horses down, the only person still standing before Riven was the woman named Emystan.

“Y-you, y-you! This can't be, this can't be!”

Emystan pointed at Riven in shock, unable to believe that this woman had actually survived those alchemical potions.

And then came back to take revenge on her.

Emystan admitted that Riven was a powerful warrior, but she swore on her deep blue hair that someone who could charge head-on through a 120-man army had to be a lie; she had never even heard such a legend, except for the war god Sion.

The person in front of her was only a woman, not a god.

Emystan stared fixedly at Riven. Yes, just Riven, just a discarded Noxian pawn.

“Emystan!” Riven stared coldly at the woman before her, the fury in her face making her look vicious and feral.

“Did you ever imagine this day would come?”

“Noxus never falls back!”

Riven's question was answered by a fierce roar. In the next instant, steel crashed together, and the longsword in Emystan's hand snapped cleanly in two.

“You!”

For the first time in her life, Commander Emystan took a step back before her.

“Do you think you can make mistakes and get away without punishment?” Riven asked, studying the fear that was slowly spreading across her face.

But as a commander of the Noxian army, even with her weapon broken, Emystan kept her spine straight.

“Hmm? Emystan, when you betrayed me, didn't you ever think I would come back for revenge?”

Riven stared coldly at her, and Emystan met that gaze with the same unwilling defiance.

In terms of stubbornness, the two of them were rather alike.

“Hmph!” Emystan snorted disdainfully. “What are you going to do, kill me?”

Maybe she was afraid of death, but her pride still made her sneer at Riven without a trace of caution.

“You!” Her contempt made Riven burn with anger. Maybe this woman really believed a mistake came with no punishment.

As she thought that, Riven raised her weapon high.

“Riven, stop!”

At that moment, Ron, barely catching up, stopped Riven with a command.

“Hah...” The warrior, her fury finally breaking, drew a deep breath, then said respectfully, “Yes, my master.”

After that, Riven explained Emystan's identity to Ron.

So this was the woman who had betrayed her.

Ron looked at Emystan in sudden understanding. This woman was only in her twenties, looking a few years older than Riven, but what really mattered was Riven's current fighting strength.

According to her, she had never before possessed this kind of power or stamina, and now, against a well-trained elite army, she could actually wipe them out as easily as chopping wood.

It was all power brought by that tree, and that tree was one Ron had taken her to see.

Riven couldn't help thinking that.

“So, what are you going to do?” After hearing Riven's explanation, Ron looked at her solemnly.

“Kill her? Make her pay for her betrayal?”

“I... I don't know, Master.” Riven lowered her head. Her way of addressing him surprised Emystan, but given that she was already bound up, that surprise was neatly trapped in her eyes.

However, Ron had clearly forgotten to gag her mouth. “Slave, that's truly a fitting title for someone like you.”

Emystan could easily infer that Riven had been saved by an Ionian, and from that she scorned her reason for revenge.

In her mind, Riven had already betrayed the great nation of Noxus, the land that had given birth to her, and instead had thrown in her lot with some weak, useless Ionian farmers.

Someone like that was unworthy of being called a warrior.

“You traitor!” She spat hard.

“What right do you have to say that!”

Provoked by Emystan like that, the anger Riven had just forced down flared up again at once. She turned back and grabbed her former superior by the collar.

Fury, hatred, and the fire of revenge seared her heart, turning into extreme brutality and power.

With her current strength, a single light twist would be enough to break Emystan's neck.

Riven glared at her with a vicious expression.

Just a little, Riven thought to herself.

Just one little twist, and everything that had tormented her would vanish. The revenge she had daydreamed about in the dark was now within reach.

Was it hard?

No, it was easy.

I, I only need...

Riven's arm tightened involuntarily, but even with her attention so focused, her body still couldn't stop itself from trembling.

The warrior's expression gradually became stiff and calm. After a slow breath, she finally let go.

No, I'm not that Riven anymore.

She looked at Ron and continued answering her master's question.

In Riven's heart, even hatred could not overshadow her loyalty to Ron.

“Master, I do want to kill her and make her pay for everything she did.”

Her gaze fell on Emystan, then she turned back to Ron and said, “But deciding on my own is a slave's mistake.”

“Master, everything I have was given to me by you, so even hatred should be decided by you.”

She knelt on one knee and said with utmost respect.

Riven's solemn voice, as if taking an oath, made Ron's gaze tremble slightly as he looked at her.

The look of genuine loyalty in this warrior filled him with ecstatic delight. By now, Riven had not only surrendered her body to him, but even her spirit and beliefs were completely at his disposal.

At last, Ron realized that he had thoroughly subdued Riven, and that whatever he did next would not affect her loyalty to him.

“Actually, we really shouldn't kill her.”

Ron thought that if he didn't make proper use of such a beautiful body, it would be too unfair to himself as a man.

“Yes.” Even though there was no dissatisfaction in Riven's tone, he still detected something off.

But she also knew that, given what she had done to the Trapein family, Ron should have killed her rather than saved her.

The current Riven obeyed every arrangement Ron made, even treating every word he spoke as an order to be carried out, so of course she could not have any objections to her master.

Of course, although Ron did not have Riven kill Emystan herself, the way he handled things next still left Riven thoroughly satisfied.

“You are my slave, Riven.” He pointed at Riven, then at Emystan. “Now she is your slave.”

The poor Noxian commander had her fate decided in just a few words, but Noxian spirit seemed to be exactly like this: only the strong had a voice, while the weak only needed to submit.

And now, the female officer sitting high on her warhorse in all her commanding swagger was nothing more than the spoils of a surprise attack.

On the other hand, Ron had an idea, or rather, some necessary preparations for the current stage.

After witnessing Riven cut down an entire squad of elite cavalry on her own, he felt he could start raising Riven's standing in her own mind.

If possible, he would make Riven a hero again, or a standard for others to follow.

That would help carry out his plan further.

“Yes, Master.” Riven looked at Emystan, then immediately understood what Ron meant.

Next, Ron used drugs to knock the female officer out, and had Riven haul the noblewoman up onto the warhorse.

He himself rummaged through the pile of corpses, stuffing money, food, and anything else useful into his pack.

Before long, the two of them rode off into the distance.

On the road, Ron looked back from behind at Emystan, tied up like a dumpling and strapped onto the horse by Riven.

This female officer might be able to provide him with some necessary information.

But only if he could first pry open that proud little Noxian mouth.

……

That night, the two of them rode until they found an abandoned temple.

Ron went to gather some wild fruit. In fact, they still had provisions, plus a big bundle of food scavenged from the soldiers' bodies, but God knew how long the road ahead would be. Two years of living like a wild man had made him used to saving.

As Ron lit a fire outside the temple, Riven carried the unconscious Emystan down into the temple's basement.

She picked up a branch and tapped along the basement's solid stone walls the whole way, and after confirming there was no hidden passage, she tied the other woman flat to a stone slab in the center of the basement, with the ropes from each limb hooked to four iron hooks driven into the floor.

This should have been an Ionian mortuary, a place specially used to store and process corpses.

According to religious custom, only after the bodies stored here were processed and prayers recited over them would they be buried.

And just as she finished binding Emystan, the female officer opened her eyes in a dazed stupor.

Using the torchlight, she briefly guessed her situation, then fixed her gaze on Riven.

“Hmph!”

Emystan first gave a cold laugh. “Just you, Riven?”

Riven scratched her hair in bafflement, and before she could even understand what she meant, Emystan snorted again: “You think you can make me your slave? You're worthy of that?!”

The female commander spat hard, her tone showing no awareness of her current situation whatsoever.

Maybe she was only putting on a show, Riven guessed.

But it did look like she really cared about this.

Thinking that, Riven shot back without the slightest mercy, “Take a good look at your own status, slave.”

Her disdainful gaze swept Emystan from head to toe. “Right now you're my spoils of war, and on that point you should really be thanking my master.”

“Uh!”

She stomped hard on Emystan's foot and sneered, “Otherwise, I don't mind killing you right now.”

“Then you'd better kill me right now!”

Emystan spat at her hard, glaring without backing down.

“Riven.”

The two of them stood there at an impasse for a while, until Ron's voice came over. Only then did Riven lift her foot and walk out from the entrance.

“Master.”

Riven, having come out of the basement, brushed the dust off herself and called to Ron with great respect.

“Mm, come here.” Ron pushed the roasted meat and fruit toward Riven.

After the two of them ate enough to fill their stomachs, Ron once again ordered Riven to run twenty laps around the temple.

That level of exercise was nothing to her, but Riven's sweat glands were abundant, and after the warmup she still couldn't avoid being drenched in hot sweat.

Next, Ron whipped Riven's broad back and beautiful ass. After reinforcing the warrior's submissive awareness once again, he looked at the blushing Riven and lightly slapped that alluring, swaying backside. “Slave, do you know what you did wrong?”

“It-it was my fault. I shouldn't have let anger cloud my judgment.” Riven knew exactly how dangerous she had made things for Ron during her charge, and she knew how reckless her mistake had been.

“No.” Ron wasn't focusing on that. He shook his head. “Revenge itself isn't wrong.”

“Then...” Riven was a little confused.

Ron lashed Riven's pale, beautiful ass, making a sharp crack. “But the way you carry out revenge needs to be punished.”

Even though Riven now obeyed him completely, her loyalty beyond doubt, the mental training still had to continue.

“Every meaningless killing is a burden you must bear, Riven.” His voice drilled into Riven's mind, and the warrior nodded without hesitation. Then, with her whipped ass swaying, she said devoutly, “Yes, my master.”

Ron lifted her chin and smiled into those bright red eyes. “And now I'm going to give your killing meaning, Riven.”

His palm pressed against Riven's smooth forehead. Ron wanted her soul to submit, wanted Riven's obedience to be carved into the deepest part of her spirit.

“By the witness of the Trapein name, I grant you, in the name of your master, the right to earn honor through battle, and I will reward you according to that honor. And the meaning of your fighting is to serve me better, to serve the Trapein family.” He said.

“Serving Master is the meaning of my fighting.” With her eyes closed, Riven said without hesitation.

Ron nodded. Ritual mattered immensely to Riven's current state of mind, so he took a pale blue petal and placed it on her tongue: “Likewise, from this day on, all your guilt will be borne by me. I will also punish and judge you. Do you understand?”

“Yes!”

Right now, Riven accepted everything Ron said, and of course she would not defy a single word he spoke.

“Then open your eyes. You'll feel everything become easier.” Ron said.

Riven obeyed and opened her eyes, then leaned forward to kiss Ron's cock through his pants. “Thank you for your mercy, Master.”

Ron smiled faintly. He reached out and stroked the warrior's body that belonged to him. “Now, run another ten laps.”

“Yes.”

Riven got up, pulled on her clothes, and once again ran ten laps around the temple.

After ten laps, Ron took Riven back down into the basement and handed her a gag.

Emystan only saw that man whisper something into Riven's ear. Before the laugh in her throat could even come out, Riven pressed her head down and rather brutally strapped the gag onto her.

“Mmm! Mmm mm!”

Emystan was shocked to discover that the strange magic in the gag had sealed her ability to speak. Then a bizarre warmth began flowing through her mouth and nose.

Magic drug!

After a few drops of liquid were sprinkled into her mouth, the magically gifted woman quickly determined that whatever Riven had poured into her mouth had to be some kind of magical drug.

But what on earth was it for?!

The female commander frowned, but before she could think it through, her suddenly oversensitive nose caught a strange scent.

So fragrant. What is that?

No... a little stinky.

An odor that wasn't unpleasant drew Emystan in. When she curiously lifted her head, she suddenly saw Riven beginning to take off her clothes.

“Mm?” (Riven?)

Emystan first startled at Riven's fair, smooth skin, then her face broke into a cold smile as she mocked her: “Mmm, mmmmmm. (What, you're going to fuck me like some bitch? Then you'd better make sure you serve me well!)”

Before she could finish, however, Riven's pale, soft foot slammed down hard on her face.

“Lick it properly, you sow!”

Although she didn't catch the words clearly at first, after her jade foot was pressing down hard on Emystan's face, Riven more or less guessed what she meant.

Riven, who had long held a grudge over Emystan's betrayal, sneered. “Of course I'll do it with you. With my feet!”

“Mm! (You!)”

Emystan clenched her fists tightly. As a noble and an army commander, when had she ever suffered this kind of humiliation? Let alone that, to her eyes Riven was nothing more than a decoy, a disposable pawn.

What was she worth?

Shouldn't a Noxian soldier die for the legion's will?!

Emystan's fury was like boiling magma, but facing the soft toes pressing down on her face, she suddenly felt an utterly helpless weakness.

For a Noxian, if not for her beauty, Emystan's toughness and decisiveness would never have made anyone think of her as a woman.

She was exactly that kind of person: a cold, ruthless commander. Only someone like her could help Noxus carve out new territory.

But now, something in Emystan felt as if a piece had been inexplicably torn away. She no longer felt strong; instead, she felt frighteningly fragile.

That emptiness made the female officer tremble uncontrollably.

And in her mouth, Riven's toes gave off an intoxicating scent that Emystan's potion-honed senses could not block out.

Before long, her breathing, along with her lungs and even her blood, seemed filled with Riven's foot scent.

This...

Realizing that she actually liked that smell, the female officer closed her eyes in shame and fury. She actually liked this woman's stinking feet!

If she could move right now, Emystan would have loved to slap herself.

But now, unable even to close her mouth properly, she could only let the sweat from Riven's toes drip into her mouth, while her own filthy tongue began to grow hot for reasons she could not understand.

Before long, Emystan's breathing became short and violent. Not knowing what was happening, she could only feel her reason being scorched away.

Worse still, she actually wanted to lick Riven's beautiful feet properly.

Stinking feet... beautiful feet...

Emystan no longer knew what she was thinking.

At last, her long-suppressed tongue slipped out with a string of saliva.

Riven looked down at her in surprise, then smiled seductively. "What, you can't hold out already?"

Pinned beneath her feet, Emystan naturally had no way to answer.

But Riven's taunt did stir Emystan's pride and dignity. She opened her bright eyes and, though her face was flushed crimson, still shot back a mocking glare.

Thanks to that, Emystan held out for another six minutes. Riven, whose legs were getting a little sore from standing, slowly stretched out her saliva-slick toes, and for some reason or another she almost felt Emystan's mouth inch a little closer to her delicate feet.

"Hah, hah, hah, hah~"

When Riven removed the gag, Emystan finally managed to breathe fresh air. She gaped weakly for a long moment before glaring at Riven again with hostility.

"You'd better kill me now!" she warned. "Otherwise I'll definitely kill you."

"Oh?"

Riven blinked, staring down at the shame-ridden Emystan, then said, "Then I'll give you a chance."

She stood, untied every rope on Emystan, and ordered, "Take off your clothes."

Emystan looked at her weakly, then stripped off the few clothes she had left.

Throughout the whole process, Riven blocked the basement doorway, not giving her the slightest chance to toss the clothes at her and break out through the door.

"And then?" Emystan looked at her coldly.

She studied Riven's throat. If she got the chance, she would personally twist it until it snapped.

"Fight me," Riven said, motioning to her. "If you can knock me down, I'll satisfy one of your conditions. If you lose, I'll take something from you."

"Oh?" Emystan gave Riven a look. Riven's explosive power had shocked her, and at one point even made her think of Sion's legend.

But that had been on the battlefield. Now they were alone, one on one, and naked.

Her terrifying burst and impact were still there, but the advantage weapons and equipment had brought was gone.

Maybe there was a chance.

"Fine!"

As soon as Emystan finished getting ready to fight, she agreed.

Almost in the next instant, her body shot forward like an arrow, and her cold fist slammed hard toward the left side of Riven's face.

"Pua!"

One strike was enough. In the next instant, Emystan was blasted back at no less speed than a full-on charge.

"Too stupid," Riven said coldly as she looked at her. She might have been an excellent commander, but in a straight fight, even without the gifts my master gave me, I would never lose to her.

"As promised."

After binding Emystan again, Riven's fingers suddenly moved to her right eye.

"Aaaah!"

With a scream of agony, a strand of white, shimmering energy sank into Emystan's right eye, then floated out again, carrying that beautiful eyeball with it.

After seizing the eye with the power of the sacred tree, Riven pinched the female officer's chin. "Then let's keep going. If you win next time, I'll give it back to you."

"N-no, don't, don't!"

After losing sight in her right eye, Emystan quickly realized the gap in strength between herself and Riven.

She had definitely gotten something from the Ionian.

Thinking of her mission, the female officer immediately came up with a plausible explanation.

"Then are you willing to become my slave?"

Riven asked again.

"..."

Emystan was silent for a while. She was afraid, but even more than that she was humiliated and enraged.

What she couldn't bear most was that the scent she had found so pleasant was actually this woman's stinking feet.

At the thought of it, the female officer even wanted to slap herself hard.

In the end, Emystan abandoned the reserve she had always clung to. When Riven untied the ropes again, she looked at the woman pleadingly, at her former subordinate, a soldier who had once been no more than ordinary.

"No, I don't want to be a slave. No, please, please, let me go," Emystan begged.

"Hmph!" Riven gave a cold laugh. Looking at this once-dominant woman who had betrayed her, the female officer had now become utterly weak and helpless.

"Looks like you need rest." Riven stretched out her delicate foot, stepping onto the woman's lovely cheek.

"Krrk!" Emystan gritted her teeth. This time, she did not resist.

"Lick my feet properly. If you can satisfy me, I'll let you rest."

Riven used her clean white toes to grind down on Emystan's haughty face, and although the female commander kept her expression taut, before long she still opened her mouth.

Her tongue licked the sole of Riven's foot, greedily breathing in the scent that had become addictive to her.

"Mm~ Hah~ Mm~"

"Good, good..." As Emystan licked, a cloudy white fluid began to seep from Riven's toes.

That fluid could create a hypnotic effect while also giving the female officer an indescribable rush of pleasure.

After that, as Emystan kept licking Riven's toes, she slipped into a state of heat and kept being flooded with intense pleasure without any actual sex.

Ten minutes later, Riven locked Emystan up again and walked out of the basement.

Ron, waiting outside, gave her a slight smile. The female warrior immediately dropped to one knee and addressed him with full respect, "Master."

"I can see you enjoy this kind of revenge," Ron said, patting Riven's round ass. "How's the female slave training going?"

"Mm, she submitted very quickly. I won't waste much of your time," Riven said after a moment's thought. "But..."

"But what?"

"Some of the ancient tree's powers should be able to improve my efficiency, like this one."

Riven held out a fingertip, and a drop of milky-white liquid slowly formed there.

"Oh? What is that?"

Just a light sniff was enough for Ron to discover that the scent of that drop was stronger than any aphrodisiac he could ever prepare.

So his cock went rigid at once.

"I think you should take responsibility for this, dear Riven," Ron said, pointing at his already hard cock. Riven obediently lowered her head and wrapped her trained, elevated mouth around his cock.

"Mm, what a perfect little mouth."

Riven's wet, tight mouth service made Ron shiver all over.

Though she was a slut he had trained himself, Riven always managed to give him stimulation and surprises beyond anything he had imagined whenever she sucked him off.

Especially after the sacred tree's refinement, her tongue was far more dexterous than before, licking over his glans and cock a hundred times more skillfully. This little mouth was absolutely more thrilling than any Ron had enjoyed in his days among the nobility.

And most importantly, she liked doing it.

That's right, Riven loved blowjobs and anal sex, and among them, anal sex gave her redemption. The feeling of Ron personally fucking her ass was sacred to this warrior.

And her favorite, blowjobs, made her feel as if she were being rewarded.

She liked being rewarded. To Riven, that was proof she was "doing the right thing."

And now Ron's cock was sliding in and out of her mouth. Before long, that thick, familiar taste burst across Riven's tongue.

"Ah..."

After taking his cum in her mouth, Riven held her mouth open wide, stirring the semen around with her wanton tongue while waiting for her master's command.

"Mm, very good," Ron nodded in satisfaction.

Once her master gave permission, Riven finally got what she wanted and swallowed the cum down her throat.

The two of them then checked the basement holding Emystan once more. After making sure everything was airtight, Ron used his far-from-masterful magic to add two more barriers, then took Riven to the room he had recently cleaned out.

"Are you going to use Riven's asshole, Master?"

As soon as they entered the room, Riven looked at him expectantly.

"No, of course not."

Ron hurriedly shook his head.

Though the heroic Riven was now his sex slave, in the end he was still just an ordinary man.

Besides, he didn't want to become a man drained dry by his own sex slave.

"Even so, stick your ass up first."

"Yes."

Ron kneaded the soft flesh at her waist hard, and Riven obediently lowered herself to the floor, lifting her round, peach-like ass high to present it to her master.

When he parted those firm, full cheeks, what appeared before him was an exquisite little backdoor refined by Ionian herbs: pale, pink, flawless, perfect, as if it had been born waiting for anal sex.

"Mm~ Mm~" Even just a light tease with his finger was enough to make Riven's tight little asshole clamp down at once. Its sensitivity had already surpassed that of any prostitute or whore, a clear sign of her astonishing talent in this area.

As her master, Ron understood perfectly that Riven had a naturally wanton, perfect body, and what he needed to do was not only develop her lust, but keep strengthening her until she became the noblest, most perfect sex slave in all of Valoran.

"Riven, your back end is very sensitive."

As her sensitive hole was teased, Riven's body trembled uncontrollably with pleasure, and Ron, seeing that, didn't stint on praise.

"M-master... is it dirty?" Riven asked shyly from the floor.

"No, it's beautiful."

Ron took out a bottle of herbal slime, smeared some on his fingertips, and while speaking shoved his finger into Riven's asshole.

Riven's pale pink asshole could not possibly be dirty. Especially after the sacred tree's refinement, Riven's asshole and rectum no longer needed to be used for bowel movements.

So that release-like pleasure could only be satisfied through his fingers or his cock.

"Ah~"

Once Ron's finger slid into her asshole, Riven let out the long-awaited moan. She turned back coquettishly, her eyes gentle and alluring.

After the finger, Ron used a jade rod. Once the medicine had been fully spread through Riven's rectum, he patted her ass in satisfaction and pushed the crystal butt plug back into her asshole.

This butt plug, polished by magic, carried power that could completely seal her asshole while continuously releasing crystal energy that helped strengthen her body.

When he finished, the female warrior lying on the floor turned around and looked at him with some confusion. "Master, why aren't you giving me an enema?"

After the sacred tree's refinement, her body had gained many special abilities, including the ability to break down and recognize drugs.

In that short span alone, Riven had already figured out the properties of the medicine applied to her asshole.

As for why, of course it was because Ron didn't have that much time to prepare the potion.

Compared with smearing it on, an enema required far too much liquid.

"Because I still have more important things planned for you, so I shouldn't waste time on something like that."

He reached out to stroke Riven's face, then slowly moved downward, lifting those pale, delicate feet.

As her master's sex slave, the female warrior greatly enjoyed this desire-soaked affection. To be needed by her master, to be fondled and toyed with by him, to be possessed by him, all of it was supreme happiness and glory to her.

But when Ron gave his next appraisal, the contented look on her face still reddened awkwardly.

"Riven, your feet stink," Ron said after catching her foot scent, teasing her at once. "What a shameless little slut. Such pale, clean beautiful feet, and they've already turned into stinking feet."

"N-no, they don't."

Riven blushed and argued back. As a born female warrior, her toes were nowhere near something that could be described as "beautiful."

Only noble ladies who bathed in milk and rose petals had feet clean and white enough to deserve that word, and in ancient times noble scholars even wrote poems for them, praising swanlike grace, pebble-smooth skin, and snow-like whiteness.

In Riven's fantasies, noble life was out of her reach. They had carriages, estates, fiefs, and subjects who had to obey any order they gave.

It was said that even when they woke up, they had three or more maids attending them.

And the gap between the two had made her hate nobles for a very long time, believing they were corrupt and useless yet monopolized Noxus's best resources and status. That hatred was exactly why, after joining the Noxian army, she had accepted the assassination of the Trapein family with resentment and hostility.

Now... she only knew that this was her master's recognition of her. Riven, who had accepted her role as a sex slave, felt that as a "rough" female warrior she was nowhere near qualified to receive such praise.

Besides, in the Noxian camps, Riven had been raised as a soldier from childhood. Being treated as a woman at all now was already her master's gift.

Of course, Riven still didn't know just how beautiful her body had become after the herbal treatment and the sacred tree's refinement. If she were taken back to Noxus like this, even Darkwill's own mistress would probably be intensely jealous of her skin.

"Oh, really?" Ron held Riven's feet and lightly traced his fingers along the dried saliva marks on them. "They're covered in sweat, and your own body scent too."

"Looks like Emystan didn't do her duty properly," Ron said, letting go of Riven's beautiful feet and sitting back down on the stone bed, where the blankets had already been laid out.

"I'll work twice as hard tomorrow, Master," Riven said after hearing the assessment. Though her master had already taught her a great deal, her skill in training female slaves was still far too shallow.

Still, the knowledge and abilities bestowed by those ancient trees should handle that problem well.

"Mm," Ron nodded in approval and ordered, "Riven, clean your toes."

"Ah, yes! I'll go get water!"

Riven hurriedly started to stand.

What on earth had she been thinking just now?

For a moment, Riven, who had just been fantasizing about Ron, felt that she was both filthy and stupid. As a female slave, she had actually thought she could sleep with her master using such a dirty body.

"No need to fetch water. Use your mouth."

Ron guided Riven along. Next he planned to add a third fetish to Riven's anal sex and oral sex: foot fetish.

Of course, his ultimate goal was, through a series of guidance and training, to make Riven addicted to footjobs as planned, while in front of others remaining a lofty female commander or a confident female warrior.

And when she was by his side, she would be the perfect slut who had been thoroughly trained.

"Riven, do you remember how you did it last time?" Ron asked as he watched her hesitate.

"Mm, I remember."

Riven nodded. She remembered exactly what she had done after giving Ron that footjob.

She had licked clean every drop of cum he had shot onto her feet, and now that was also her master's order.

As a slave, obeying her master's orders and being loyal to him was what she should do.

"Mmm."

So Riven immediately cradled her own feet. She parted the pink lips that had always worked for blowjobs and slowly brought them to her delicate feet.

Her saliva-slick tongue moved nimbly over that pale, tight skin. The places she had licked shone with a soft, jade-like luster, as if under her cleaning those feet, which had only moments ago given off that strange body scent, had become the most beautiful jewels in the world.

While his little slut carefully licked her own beautiful feet, Ron watched her and gradually showed a satisfied expression.

Unlike a pampered noble young lady, Riven's feet were full and fleshy. Protected inside battle boots year after year and never hurt, they had also developed a delicate, perfect arch.

Especially after the dual refinement of herbs and the sacred tree, those pale toes and smooth skin, just by relaxing the toes and letting a saliva-wet tongue slide across them, produced a unique beauty in which lewdness and serenity coexisted.

And precisely because her fleshy beautiful feet were so unlike those of women who lacked training, Ron was convinced that Riven had a constitution perfectly suited to footjobs.

Her toned thighs had plenty of strength, and even just holding those warm, delicate feet in his hands and playing with them would already be first-class pleasure.

Not to mention those toes, already trained to be unbelievably agile.

"Good. How does it feel?"

After Riven had licked her own feet clean, Ron beside her asked with a soft laugh.

"Mm..." Riven blushed. "N-not very," she said softly.

"It's fine. You've done very well. You'll get used to it."

Ron brought his hard cock to Riven's front, and at his signal Riven shyly lifted her legs, bringing those beautiful feet down between his thighs.

The soft, warm soles of her feet once again teased her master's burning crotch. Feeling that familiar shape, Riven, already well trained, immediately worked her exquisite footjob skills.

Her lewd, beautiful feet kept stroking in time with the tightening ring of her ass, and where Ron could not see it, Riven's perfect anus was doing everything it could to clamp down on the crystal butt plug.

Then, as she settled into the rhythm she knew best, Riven suddenly trembled all over. The fleshy softness of her feet, moving against the hot rhythm, drove her to another small climax.

"Splat!" At the same time, Ron, no longer willing to hold back, spilled a thick burst of his semen all over Riven's feet.

"Put your socks on."

After receiving the order, Riven still couldn't quite tell what Ron wanted, but she obediently slid her feet, slick with sticky semen, into her socks.

Once they were on, feeling the warmth of his seed wrapped around her feet, Riven smiled openly. Being able to be this intimate with her master now was a happiness she had never even dared imagine.

"How is it? Does it bother you?"

"Mm."

"Good. Then let's go to sleep."

From that night on, every morning Riven would do far more training and running than any ordinary person, accelerating her fusion with the power of the sacred tree and her control over it.

And in the evening, after a full day of hard work, Riven would open the basement door and use her beautiful feet, still carrying the stench of her master's semen, to train Emystan inside.

During that time, her grasp of the sacred tree's power grew increasingly nimble and refined, and she discovered many unexpected abilities.