League of Legends female heroes

Yu Jinbo stared uneasily at the golden hair in his hand. He had clearly fallen asleep chatting with his roommate in his dorm room the previous night, but when he woke up, he found himself in an unfamiliar room, his body completely transformed: his yellow skin had turned white, his short black hair had become golden curls, his skinny frame had become model-like, his height had increased from 1.70 meters to over 1.80 meters, and most importantly, his once ordinary face was now incredibly handsome.

These delightful changes should have made him happy, and this time-traveling fantasist had finally achieved his dream. However, after a brief moment of excitement, he realized he didn't know who he was, where he was, or even what era he belonged to, which immediately filled him with unease and even fear.

Just as he was lost in thought, a strange figure, only about a meter tall but with a head larger than Yu Jinbo's, pushed open the door and entered the room, carrying a wrench and pliers.

"Hey! Kid! How does it feel to become Ezreal?"

"Huh?" Yu Jinbo froze on the spot at the strange man's words. Ezreal? Isn't that just ez? Although I like using him, what does a character in a game have to do with me? Wait! This strange man looks so familiar!

The strange man looked at Yu Jinbo and laughed: "Haha! Kid, are you confused right now?

Don't worry, I'll explain it to you slowly." As he spoke, the strange man sat down on the stool by the bed.

"Let me introduce myself. My name is Heimerdinger, people call me the Great Inventor. You play League of Legends, so I'm sure you know me. Actually, Valoran and Earth are two parallel universes. Simply put, you can think of Valoran as what you call the 'virtual world,' and you, well, you've traveled here." "

Why? How did I get here?"

"I brought you here. I originally wanted to use my newly invented all-purpose machine to teleport Ezreal to your fancy world for a bit, but unexpectedly, the machine malfunctioned, and it ended up teleporting you here instead."

"Huh? Then, oh, where did Ezreal go?"

"I can't really tell, but I guess it's a consciousness swap with yours. Don't worry about it too much, just know that you are Ezreal now. Okay, now close your eyes, concentrate, and let Ezreal's consciousness merge with yours."

Yu Jinbo listened to Heimerdinger's words, closed his eyes, and suddenly felt a flood of memories rushing into his mind, giving him a headache. He could only endure it, and after about ten minutes, he felt better, as the number of memories was decreasing. After another five minutes, Yu Jinbo felt that Ezreal's memories seemed to have completely merged with his own. He shook his head; compared to the previous process, the current feeling was incredibly comfortable.

"How's it going?"

"Hmm, not bad. But why don't I sense any of his childhood memories?" "Because those memories are from a very long time ago for him. Besides, his memories aren't 100% integrated into yours. As long as it doesn't interfere with your life in this world, it's fine. By the way, I have some good stuff. Do you want it?"

"What good stuff? If it's really good, of course I want it!"

"From what I know, you're a guy with a head full of lewd thoughts, right? Want to try out the female heroes from League of Legends?"

"Ah? This..." Yu Jinbo scratched his head, blushing slightly. He realized he was indeed a guy with a head full of lewd thoughts. Especially about the female heroes in League of Legends, he had fantasized about them countless times. Just thinking about the sexy and charming Ahri, the Piltover policewoman Caitlyn, the busty Sona, and that little loli who makes countless weird men fantasize—Annie, the Dark Child... Just thinking about these things made Yu Jinbo excited.

"Haha, kid, don't be shy, we're all in the same boat. The good stuff I have here is related to this, come take a look with me," Heimerdinger said, getting up and walking outside. Upon hearing this good news, Yu Jinbo immediately jumped out of bed and followed him.

Soon, the two entered a laboratory-like room. Heimerdinger walked to the wall, opened a safe, and took out several pills. Yu Jinbo's eyes lit up at the sight of the pills; perhaps this was the miraculous elixir described in many novels? He never expected that this tech fanatic, Heimerdinger, would do this. Heimerdinger returned to Yu Jinbo, opened his palm, and saw three small pills—one red, one yellow, and one blue—lying in his hand.

"Kid, you're lucky. These three pills were originally meant for Ezreal, but now they're going to be yours. This is a set of pills that my good friend Warwick, his apprentice Singed, and I concocted together. We call them 'Flower-Picking Pills,' specially made for men to hunt for women. They're incredibly effective!" "Cough cough!" Yu Jinbo had been looking at the three pills with reverence, but upon hearing their vulgar name, he choked on his saliva.

"Then tell me, what exactly are the effects of this medicine?"

"The effects, I'll tell you one by one. This red one is Warwick's creation; it can make your penis thicker and longer, allowing you to fight for a long time without getting tired, satisfying any woman. The yellow one is Singed's achievement; it can make your body emit an aura and scent that attracts women. The blue one is my invention; it can increase your physique and combat ability ten to a hundred times. How much it increases depends on your own physique." "Wow! That's great! Then what are we waiting for? I'll eat them right now." Saying that, Yu Jinbo took the three pills from Heimerdinger's hand and swallowed them in one gulp.

"Damn! Kid, you're too impatient. Aren't you afraid of any side effects?" "Of course not! I'm already unfamiliar with this Valoran continent. If you harm me, I'll definitely die. Besides, I trust you won't harm me." Yu Jinbo laughed and patted Heimerdinger's big head.

"Alright, then sit down and wait to digest your upcoming power." Heimerdinger shook his head and sat down.

Soon, Yu Jinbo felt many warm currents flowing through his body, a comfortable and pleasant sensation.

He closed his eyes, slowly digesting the effects of the blue pill. After a while, he opened his eyes, stood up, and stretched, crackling and popping all over. Heimerdinger walked over and placed a box-like device on Yu Jinbo's chest. The data displayed on the device astonished him.

"Wow! Kid, good luck! You've increased your power ninetyfold in one go. It seems that from now on, no one on Valoran will be your match!" Heimerdinger exclaimed in amazement.

"Ninetyfold? That's great! By the way, Heimerdinger, why did you give me such a good thing?

And Warwick and Singed, why didn't you keep these for yourselves?" Yu Jinbo asked, his excitement tinged with a question that had been bothering him.

"Because we're all science fanatics, and since Valoran returned to peace, we've been focused solely on research and invention. We haven't had time for these things! Your success in picking the flower means our research has also succeeded, which is a kind of achievement. Besides, I told you, this was originally intended for Ezreal. The three of us have a good relationship with him. He has so many women; if we don't help him, he'll suffer sooner or later." "

What? Ezreal has many women? I didn't know that?" "How can these things be written in a game? Just like in your world's various circles, not everything is publicly disclosed."

"Wow! Tell me quickly, who are Ezreal's women?" "Hmm, let me think. He had ten women before, but he always wanted to have twelve. He said it was to represent the twelve months and the twelve zodiac signs. Now, Caitlyn, Annie, Sona, Janna, Miss Fortune, Fiora, Lux, Akali, Irelia, and Katarina are all his women."

"What? Katarina? Isn't she engaged to Garen? How did she get involved with Ezreal?"

"Hey, what? Katarina and Garen aren't engaged at all. That's a misunderstanding. They're mortal enemies. It's a miracle they don't fight each other when they meet, let alone become a couple. If Ezreal hadn't taken Lux and Katarina into his harem, making them sisters, Noxus and Demacia would still be at war, not at peace like they are now." "I see. I didn't expect Ezreal to be so capable. Alright, I'll pack up and get ready to go."

"Wait, this is another invention of mine, the Valoran Database, or the Universal Table for short." Heimerdinger took out a watch-like device. "All the information related to the Valoran continent is here—history, maps, information on various countries, it's all there. It can even scan and analyze your surroundings, which should be helpful."

"Great! Then I won't be polite." Yu Jinbo took the watch and put it on his wrist.

"And this is the travel money Ezreal left behind. I added some more for you; it should be enough for a while." Heimerdinger placed another bag in Yu Jinbo's hand.

"Alright, that's all I have to say. Ezreal, have a pleasant journey." Heimerdinger shook the wrench in his hand, looking somewhat comical.

Yu Jinbo paused for a moment, then remembered that his current identity was Ezreal, and he would have to get used to being addressed like that from now on. He nodded. "Take care too, Heimerdinger. I'll come back to see you when I have time." With that, he turned and walked out of the laboratory.

Valoran beauties, here I come!

Ezreal

walked along the road, pondering where to go. He had already decided on his two remaining targets:

Riven, the Exile, and Ahri, the Nine-Tailed Fox—one strong and wild, the other alluring, deserving of the title "femme fatale." However, he still didn't know where the two were. After walking for a long time, he hadn't seen any towns, only vast wastelands and forests.

"With so many women around, he still wants to travel to other worlds to play? Is Ezreal out of his mind? I really don't understand." Ezreal thought, looking around.

Suddenly, he saw a woman with short silver hair in the distance, leaning on a broken sword, sitting under a tree. Her face was pale, and she seemed very weak, whether injured or sick, he didn't know.

"This woman looks a bit like Riven from a distance!"

Ezreal's heart skipped a beat, and he used the universal scanner Heimerdinger had given him to scan. Riven had always been one of his favorite heroes, not only because she was a strong top laner, but also because he was moved by her backstory. Such a strong woman made Ezreal admire her.

The scan results didn't surprise Ezreal, and they excited him. The woman in front of him was indeed Riven, known as the Exile.

"This is truly 'searching high and low without finding it, then finding it effortlessly'! No, no, it should be, 'searching high and low, then suddenly turning around, I found Riven where the lights were dim.' Haha! Heaven is really kind to me; I've found one of my two targets so quickly. Riven, your brother is here!" Ezreal thought to himself, walking straight towards Riven. But to his surprise, Riven remained motionless, which was unexpected for Ezreal, who was pondering how to strike up a conversation. He approached and saw that Riven's eyes were tightly closed, as if she were unconscious. This startled him, and he quickly checked her breathing.

"Thank goodness, she seems to have just fainted; it should be nothing serious. If Riven had died, I would have been devastated." Ezreal patted his chest, finally relieved. "But Riven's unconscious like this, I can't just leave her out in the middle of nowhere. I need to find a town and get her back to health first." Ezreal thought to himself as he picked up Riven and headed towards the nearest town indicated on his compass.

After about two hours, Ezreal finally arrived at his destination. It was a fairly large town, with a very nice inn in the center.

"Finally here, that was tough. If it weren't for Heimerdinger giving me that power-enhancing pill, I don't know how long it would have taken to get here."

Entering the inn, Ezreal asked for the best room. Looking at the innkeeper's somewhat lewd smile, he couldn't help but blush.

"Damn! What's wrong with me? Why am I so shy? This isn't something I should be doing. Hmm, right, I should be more outgoing." Ezreal tightened his grip on Riven and strode towards his room.

Once inside, Ezreal put Riven down and opened the database of his all-purpose table. He planned to use his rudimentary medical skills, learned from a classmate in medical school in his previous life, and the information in the database to thoroughly examine Riven's health. After all, getting her well was the most important thing right now. Moreover, treating a girl himself without a doctor seemed like a very good thing to him. However, looking at the countless records in the database, Ezreal felt a headache coming on. So much information—how long would it take to read it all? Fortunately, he was always a very patient person. To win Riven's heart and soul, he was determined to overcome all obstacles and personally help her recover. It was hard to say whether to praise his perseverance or call him foolish. However, after examining Riven from night until the next morning, fearing he might delay treatment, Ezreal finally gave up on treating her himself and decided to find a doctor. After examining Riven, the doctor diagnosed her as unconscious due to extreme weakness caused by days of exhaustion, which had depleted her vital energy. Ezreal only felt relieved after the doctor prescribed medicine for Riven and gave her some herbal decoction.

Having finished everything, Ezreal finally remembered to sit down and take a good look at Riven. In his past life, like many others, he had always been a big fan of Riven's bunny girl skin, and he also had a strong liking for Riven in the game "La La La Demacia." Now, with the living Riven lying right in front of him, he felt like he was dreaming.

Ezreal looked closely at Riven and realized that even in ordinary clothes, Riven was incredibly sexy and beautiful. She had a full bust, rounded hips, a slender yet powerful waist and legs, and a delicate face—truly a great beauty. Ezreal stared at her for a full five minutes before finally snapping out of his daze.

Riven is now out of danger, but Ezreal is in a dilemma about what to do next. If he takes Riven now, he probably won't encounter much resistance, but the consequence might be that Riven hates him. Seeking only momentary pleasure is not in his nature. However, if he waits for Riven to truly agree to his request, he doesn't know how long that will take. This dilemma is giving him a headache.

"Forget it, getting Riven to be with me is the most important thing. We'll worry about the rest later." Ezreal spent the entire day by Riven's bedside, waiting for her to wake up. The next morning, feeling utterly exhausted, he leaned against the bed, took Riven's hand, and prepared to take a nap. However, Riven woke up just as Ezreal was asleep. Looking at her surroundings, Riven was startled. She remembered being too sick to walk any further, so she leaned against a tree to rest, and then she seemed to have fallen asleep. After that, she couldn't remember anything. Now, she seemed to be in a hotel, and her hand felt like it was being held by another hand! Riven was startled and was about to pull her hand away when, in a flash, she saw an extremely handsome face. Riven was certain that in her twenty-odd years of life, she had never seen a more handsome man. She'd heard from others that Ezreal, the great hero she'd always wanted to meet who mediated the conflict between Noxus and Demacia, restoring peace to Freljord, was incredibly handsome. She wondered who was more handsome, him or the man before her. And this man's hands were so warm; it seemed he was the one who brought her here. Why was he doing this to her? Could it be that he...? Thinking this, Riven blushed slightly, the thought of pulling her hand away long since vanished.

Although she always presented herself as strong and brave, even considered a tomboy, she was, after all, a woman who longed for her own happiness, for a man who loved and protected her.

Now, even though she didn't know the man before her, she inexplicably felt a strong liking for him. Looking at her hand being held, Riven took a deep breath and slowly squeezed back.

Riven's grip instantly woke Ezreal, who hadn't fallen into a deep sleep. Seeing Riven awake, Ezreal felt a surge of joy and tightened his grip on her hand. Riven, looking at the handsome man smiling broadly, blushed even more and quickly lowered her head, unable to look at him any longer. Ezreal, seeing this, felt an even greater surge of happiness.

"Haha! She's shy! Looks like Riven likes me a lot. It wasn't for nothing that I took care of her for a day and a night.

And she seems to have taken my hand on her own initiative. That yellow pill must have played a part too. That werewolf's inventions are really something! Let me think, what should I do now? Maybe I should be gentler and let her feel cared for and loved. Hmm, that's it! I'll do it!" Thinking of this, Ezreal said in as gentle a tone as possible, "You're awake. How are you? Is there anything else that's bothering you?"

"Ah? No, I, I'm fine, no, nothing's bothering me..." Riven was a little flustered when she heard the handsome guy's question. She couldn't even speak coherently anymore. She was nothing like a brave female warrior on the battlefield, but a naive young girl.

Seeing Riven's shyness, Ezreal smiled. "What? Afraid to talk to me? I'm probably not as scary as the enemies you've encountered. Lift your head so I can see you, and you can see me, okay?" Riven's heart skipped a beat. The man's words seemed to possess a magical power, making her want to do as he said. She slowly raised her head, gazing at the man's face. Seeing his gentle smile, Riven's fear and shyness lessened considerably.

"Let me introduce myself. My name is Ezreal, from Piltover. You're Riven, right?" "Yes, I'm Riven. What?! Your name is Ezreal? Ezreal the Explorer?" Riven was a beat slow to react. Ezreal! The great hero she had always wanted to meet, Ezreal, was sitting right next to her, and he was even holding her hand! Riven was overjoyed.

"Yes, it's the real me, Ezreal. You've heard of me?" "Yes! Of course I have! You reconciled the long-standing conflict between Demacia and Noxus, and restored peace to Freljord. You travel throughout Valoran; wherever you are, there is peace. How could I not have heard of you!" Upon hearing about her hero Ezreal, Riven became excited, chattering away like a little sparrow, forgetting even to ask why Ezreal knew her, let alone question the authenticity of his identity.

"Sigh, she's only talking about what the real Ezreal did. I'm not that good." Looking at Riven's sparkling eyes, Ezreal felt a little ashamed. However, seeing Riven's outgoing and cheerful side did make him happy.

"I'm so glad you've heard of me. Since you know me, and I know you, we should be considered acquaintances, right?" Ezreal continued, trying to build rapport. "Could you tell me why you fainted by the roadside?" "Oh, it's probably because I fought against more than a dozen bandits a few days ago, and even encountered a pack of wolves along the way. The continuous fighting exhausted me, so I fainted. By the way, why did you save me, and how do you know me?" Riven suddenly remembered to ask this question.

"Because, because I dreamed about you~" Ezreal started to flirt, wanting to test Riven's tolerance.

"Huh?" Upon hearing this, Riven's face flushed red again, and all sorts of thoughts popped into her mind: What does he mean? Maybe he really likes me. But what if he's joking with me? Right, I don't even know if he's really Ezreal. But if he's fake, why is he pretending to be Ezreal? I haven't told anyone that I admire him or like him. And, if he has some ulterior motive, why did he save me? Hmm, that's right, there's no reason. If I misunderstood him, will he think I'm too easy? "Oh dear, Riven, what's wrong with you? It's normal for someone not to like you; liking you is an unexpected bonus. When did you become so hesitant?" Yes, just say it!

After a period of wild thought, Riven finally made up her mind.

"Um… I've dreamed about you too, more than once, even though I've never met you before.

But I really admire you and like you a lot." Riven mustered her courage and said this, then stared intently into Ezreal's eyes, waiting for his answer.

Ezreal was overjoyed to hear this. He had been thinking about how to make Riven like him, but now it seemed she already considered him her dream lover! Haha! Heaven truly favors me! "I like you too. Will you be my girlfriend?" Ezreal raised his hand and touched Riven's face, smiling as he spoke.

"Really! That's wonderful!" Riven's heart fluttered with joy, and she excitedly hugged Ezreal tightly. Ezreal hugged her back, his heart pounding with joy. The two hugged for a while before separating. Then, Riven seemed to suddenly remember something and said, "But I heard Fiona say that you have many girlfriends besides her. Will they accept me?" Ezreal was somewhat surprised: "Huh? Fiona told you? You two are that close?" Riven nodded: "Yes, although one of us uses a greatsword and the other a rapier, they're both swords. We've sparred a few times before, and we've become good friends." Ezreal then understood. "Oh, that's great! You'll definitely get along well with them. By the way, my girlfriends call me Ezreal or husband, you can call me that too." Hearing Ezreal's confirmation, Riven was so happy she couldn't speak. After a while, Riven noticed that Ezreal's eyes were a little red and asked with concern, "Ezreal, what happened to your eyes? They're bloodshot. Have you not slept at all?" Ezreal nodded. "Yes, how could I sleep peacefully if you weren't awake?" He then pulled Riven into his arms again. Riven was so happy she couldn't say anything, only holding Ezreal tightly. The two spent the morning in this warm atmosphere, and Ezreal, with Riven's permission, finally fell asleep next to her and got a good night's sleep

.

Over the next few days, Ezreal took Riven sightseeing, and their relationship blossomed rapidly. Riven's heart was completely devoted to Ezreal, and Ezreal grew increasingly fond of her. That evening, Ezreal took Riven back to his villa near Demacia, a gift from Prince Jarvan IV of Demacia to thank him for his contributions to Demacia's hard-won peace. Ezreal showed Riven some things about the house and things to be aware of before going to the bathroom to shower. Riven wandered around the house, looked around, and then sat down on the sofa in the living room. She felt both happy and nervous that Ezreal had brought her home: happy because it meant he considered her his woman, and nervous because she knew something was going to happen that night. For the past few days, although the two had been sleeping in the same bed, Ezreal had been very well-behaved, only holding Riven in his arms each night without taking anything further. This made Riven grateful for Ezreal's respect, but also filled with anticipation. Just then, Ezreal came over in his pajamas, carrying a brand new set, and said, "Ribbon, I've finished showering. Go take a shower too, change into these pajamas, and go to sleep." Riven obediently took the pajamas and went into the bathroom.

About twenty minutes later, Riven appeared in the bedroom doorway. Ezreal, who was lying on the bed, immediately sat up, looking at her expectantly. Riven's silver hair fell loosely from her forehead, with occasional drops of water dripping from the ends. Her skin was as white as snow, and the form-fitting pajamas perfectly accentuated her curvaceous figure. Ezreal was somewhat stunned, staring intently at Riven, speechless. Seeing Ezreal's reaction, Riven, both shy and delighted, sat down beside him and whispered, "How do I look?" Ezreal, slightly recovered, nodded, "Beautiful, so beautiful." He reached out and cupped Riven's face, gently kissing her nose. Riven happily returned the kiss, and Ezreal felt a surge of desire spread from his lips throughout his body, breathing heavily. Riven, seeing Ezreal's eyes reddening, wrapped her arms around his neck and said,

"Ezreal, tonight, take me, okay?"

Hearing this, Ezreal was overjoyed and pounced on Riven on the bed, kissing her passionately.

Riven had never experienced such a passionate kiss before. In the days prior, even when Ezreal kissed her, it was only a gentle, light kiss. But now, Ezreal's uncharacteristic behavior left Riven somewhat bewildered. Her hands remained at her sides, mechanically accepting Ezreal's passion. After a while, Riven realized she should reciprocate. Trembling, she placed her hands on Ezreal's shoulders, parting her lips and teeth to welcome the entry of Ezreal's tongue. Her beautiful eyes slowly closed. Seeing that Riven had relaxed considerably, Ezreal took it a step further. He kept his right hand around Riven, slowly moving his left hand from her face to her breast, giving it a gentle squeeze. Riven couldn't help but shudder and let out a soft "Ah!" Ezreal continued the journey of his left hand, gradually increasing the pressure as he felt the softness of Riven's breasts. Riven gradually became familiar with this feeling, thrusting her breasts upwards slightly. Unbeknownst to her, Ezreal's hand had slipped inside Riven's pajamas. The touch of skin against her skin sent a shiver through Riven, and her own hands began to wander aimlessly over Ezreal's chest. At the same time, she felt something slowly flowing from her genitals. "This might be the love fluid Fiora told me about, the fluid a woman produces when she's aroused," Riven thought, recalling something Fiora had casually mentioned during a conversation. Her knowledge of matters of the heart was limited to what Fiora had told her; beyond that, she was practically clueless. Seeing that Riven was getting into the mood, Ezreal decided to take it a step further. He moved his left hand from Riven's chest to between her legs. The wetness on his fingers made him pause slightly, then he smiled. He knew Riven was aroused; one more touch and the foreplay would be over, and they could get down to business. Ezreal first inserted his index finger into the small opening. The virgin's vagina was indeed tight; even though Riven was already aroused, Ezreal could only barely insert his finger a little deeper. When Riven felt something being inserted into her lower body, she instinctively reached her hand downwards. At this moment, Ezreal freed his right hand, grabbed Riven's hand, and whispered,

"Rimeng, didn't you ask me to take you? Don't be afraid, okay?" Riven opened her eyes and, seeing Ezreal's gentle gaze, immediately felt reassured. She nodded and said, "Ezreal, come on, I'm not afraid." Hearing this, Ezreal continued to probe forward with his index finger. After the initial tension, Riven gradually began to feel comfortable. After a while, Ezreal felt that Riven was ready, so he withdrew his finger, took off his pajamas, and prepared to use his battering ram for the real assault. Riven sensed that Ezreal was about to get serious. She opened her eyes and saw Ezreal, who had already taken off his pajamas.

"Riven, I'm going to do it for real. Are you ready?"

Riven nodded, took off her pajamas and set them aside, taking a deep breath to prepare for Ezreal's advance. Although Ezreal was burning with desire, he maintained his patience, not thrusting all the way in at once. Instead, he slowly rubbed the tip against Riven's petals for half a minute before gently squeezing it into her opening. Riven felt pain in her lower body as Ezreal began to penetrate, but thinking about what was happening, she gritted her teeth and endured it. After all, she had been a soldier, and injuries on the battlefield were common. The pain from those injuries was no easier to bear than this. Besides, she knew she was experiencing something that brought her happiness. As Ezreal advanced deeper, he felt his battering ram touch a thin membrane. Believing a short, sharp pain was better than a long, drawn-out one, he took a deep breath and rammed into her.

"Ah!" Riven screamed, her hands clenching into fists, her whole body trembling uncontrollably. Seeing Riven's pained yet resilient expression, Ezreal felt a pang of heartache. He quickly picked her up and held her in his arms, kissing her lips repeatedly, his hands stroking her chest and back, hoping to ease her pain. As he stroked her, Ezreal noticed uneven patches on Riven's back and shoulders. Upon closer inspection, he saw three or four wounds of varying sizes on her body. Riven felt Ezreal touch her scars and asked with concern, "Ezreal, I'm sorry, are these scars ugly?"

Ezreal felt a mix of emotions. What a strong yet unfortunate girl she was! Heaven had given her a perfect body, yet made her fate so tragic; she should have been cherished, but instead, she was forced to fight on the battlefield; she fought tirelessly for her honor and beliefs, yet was considered a pawn by her own country; she possessed extraordinary skills, yet could not receive the honor she deserved, forced to wander the world alone. Singed and Warwick, should I thank you for giving me the opportunity to have Riven, or should I hate you for making her suffer so much? Thinking of this, Ezreal suddenly felt an urge to cry, all for the girl in his arms. Looking at the silent Ezreal, Riven lowered her head, her heart filled with even greater sorrow. Just as she was about to speak, Ezreal suddenly spoke, "No, Wenwen, these scars, I look beautiful." With that, Ezreal kissed a deep scar on Riven's shoulder, holding it there for a long time.

Looking at Ezreal like this, Riven felt a surge of emotion, and tears that hadn't flown for a long time slid down her pale cheeks. "Ezreal, thank you." Ezreal looked up at Riven and said, "Wenwen, don't worry, from now on, I'll never let you get hurt again. You've been wandering for so long, it's time to rest. Just stay by my side and be my wife, I'll make you very happy." Riven didn't speak, but her eyes were filled with overwhelming happiness and sweetness. The two kissed deeply for a while before separating, and Riven whispered:

"Ezreal, you've been holding back for so long, haven't you? Come on." She said, wrapping her arms around Ezreal's neck, quietly waiting for his next move. Ezreal first made a gentle in-and-out motion, then whispered in Riven's ear, "Riven, how is it? Does it still hurt?" Riven shook her head. "No, it doesn't hurt at all. Fiona told me that doing this is very comfortable and pleasurable. Let me feel it quickly." She kissed Ezreal's cheek again. Hearing this, Ezreal immediately felt energized and began to slowly thrust in and out. One, two, three… Gradually, Ezreal's breathing changed from steady to heavy, and Riven's quietness turned into soft moans. Over a hundred thrusts had already given Riven pleasure, and her soft moans, though small, were like a war drum encouraging Ezreal to continue, to keep going. At this moment, Ezreal felt it was a waste to use his hands to support himself on the bed, so he reached out and grasped Riven's breasts. To him, Riven's breasts were a moderate size, not as large as Sona's, which he couldn't even hold one in both hands, nor as small as Annie's, which he could hold two in one hand. He could hold about three-quarters of them in each hand, covering a considerable portion, providing ample pleasure; yet there was still a little extra, giving him the desire to continue grasping downwards. Looking at Riven's breasts, Ezreal thought these two mounds of flesh resembled steamed buns, the kind of large, fluffy buns he used to buy at the supermarket, topped with a red date. He remembered that when he was little, every time he accompanied his parents to the supermarket, he would always ask them to buy him one of those buns; the taste, the texture, remained vivid in his memory. Thinking about this, Ezreal unconsciously increased the pressure of his hands, kneading Riven's large breasts with all his might. Just as Riven was getting used to the pleasure coming from her lower body, her breasts were attacked again, making her incredibly sensitive and experiencing wave after wave of pleasure, her moans becoming increasingly frequent. Ezreal, watching his kneading movements, suddenly thought of kneading dough and couldn't help but laugh. Riven, seeing Ezreal's laughter, thought he was laughing at her loud voice, and silently resolved to suppress her pleasure and keep her voice very low. And so, the two of them, with similar yet different feelings, enjoyed their lovemaking together.

"Ah—!" Riven let out a much louder moan than before, and Ezreal knew that Riven had already experienced a small orgasm. Earlier, although Riven had already felt pleasure, he had maintained a very steady rhythm; after all, it was Riven's first time, and she couldn't withstand too much force. He knew that haste makes waste. After a while, Riven finally recovered from the stimulation of her orgasm, stroking her snow-white breasts, still panting heavily.

"How's it going, Wenwen? How's it going?"

"Great! Fiona didn't lie to me, it really...

feels so good." "That's only part of it, you haven't experienced the better part yet." "Really? That's great, keep going." "No problem, but don't be greedy. Tell me if you feel like you can't take it anymore." "Yeah, I know you care about me, I'm fine."

"Then get ready, I'm coming." Ezreal said, picking up Riven and launching his second attack in a sitting position. This time, having already gone through the "warm-up," Riven quickly got into the mood, moaning softly with each of Ezreal's thrusts. Ezreal guessed that Riven was still a little shy, as she hadn't shouted out loud yet, which made him feel something was missing, not exciting enough.

"Wenwen, is it good? If it's good, shout it out loud." A teasing smile appeared on Ezreal's lips. But Riven didn't seem to listen to Ezreal, still just gritting her teeth and moaning softly. Seeing this, Ezreal stopped to see Riven's reaction. Riven, who was in the middle of a great moment, suddenly felt as if she had lost her footing and was suspended in mid-air, experiencing a sudden discomfort. She opened her eyes and saw Ezreal looking at her with a mischievous grin. Riven, panting, thought for a moment, but ultimately her most primal desires prevailed, and she pleaded, "Honey, stop teasing me, please continue." Ezreal feigned ignorance, "Huh? Continue? What?" Riven gently patted Ezreal's back with her arm around his neck, and said coquettishly, "Bad honey, don't play dumb. This is my first time, please stop teasing me, okay? I know you love me the most." Ezreal smiled, "Good Riven, I'm fine with continuing, but you have to give me a little something." Upon hearing this, Riven hurriedly asked, "What kind of thing? Tell me quickly." Ezreal reached out and touched Riven's lips with his finger, saying, "The thing is, you have to moan out. I need to hear it to be motivated to continue. How about it? Will you agree?" Riven's cheeks immediately turned red, "I... I'm embarrassed." "Ezreal couldn't help but feel a little helpless. "I'm your husband, I've seen you from head to toe. Besides, it's just the two of us now, what's there to be shy about?

If I make you and Fiona keep me company at home later, wouldn't you be so embarrassed?" "Huh?!" Riven was immediately taken aback. "Keep you company with them too, this... I..." Seeing this, Ezreal kissed Riven's lips hard and said in a pleading tone, "Okay, Riven, promise me, I promise you'll get used to it. Besides, I'm in a very restrained state right now. If I use my full strength, you definitely won't be able to handle it. Otherwise, with so many girlfriends, if I can only satisfy one or two each day, wouldn't the others rebel?" Riven was half-convinced. "Really? You're not lying to me?" Ezreal nodded repeatedly. Riven's eyes darted around, and an idea suddenly came to her mind. "Honey, I'm fine with joining them to keep you company, but whether I scream for you isn't up to me.

If you want me to scream, you'd better try harder. If you're really as good as you say, I'll definitely scream out loud, how could I hold back? So, if you want to hear it, don't cut corners, keep trying. You know the saying 'no pain, no gain'~" Riven looked at Ezreal with a playful expression. Hearing this, Ezreal knew the initiative was back in Riven's hands, and shook his head with a smile:

"Sigh, Wenwen, it's only been a few days, and you're already eyeing me. If you go back and get to know those witches, I really can't imagine what you'll become. Okay, I'll listen to you and give it my all this time.

But let's make it clear beforehand, if you can't handle it, don't blame me for not being kind to you." Riven grinned from ear to ear. "No, no, come on, no matter how fast or fierce you are, I can definitely handle it. Teasing me like that just now is really not being kind to me." Ezreal pouted and said, "Little Wenwen, don't be stubborn, just wait until I make you call me brother!" Riven retorted defiantly, "Hmph, if you really have that ability, then show me! If you really make me call you 'brother,' I'll call you 'brother' a hundred times after we're done!" Ezreal immediately became interested. "Okay! You said it, so don't go back on your word." Riven held up her little finger and said, "I won't go back on my word. It's a deal. If I call you 'brother,' I'll call you 'brother' a hundred times; if I don't, you call me 'sister' ten times." Ezreal chuckled and also held up his little finger, making a pinky promise with Riven.

After the pinky promise, Ezreal took a deep breath and began thrusting wildly, like pounding garlic, at a rapid pace. Riven, who had been receiving a very slow rhythm, was quite unaccustomed to Ezreal's sudden increase in speed and instinctively cried out.

"Ah! Honey...too fast...slower...slower...slower...okay..." Ezreal chuckled mischievously. "What? Wenwen, you can't take it after just a few strokes. What did

you say earlier? I remember someone saying that no matter how fast or fierce I am, she can handle it; if I'm not fast or fierce, it means I'm not loving her. Wenwen, you're my most beloved wife, how could I not love you?"

"Don't worry, I'll do my best, I'll give you a quick and fierce experience, so you'll know how much your husband loves you and cherishes you." Ezreal said, tightening his grip on the beauty in his arms and increasing the speed and intensity of his thrusts. Riven had truly brought this upon herself, inwardly groaning, yet unable to deny Ezreal's words. She could only cling tightly to Ezreal's body, begging for mercy, truly experiencing both pain and pleasure.

Ezreal thrust hundreds of times, and Riven had adjusted, gradually transitioning from half-enduring and half-enjoying to complete enjoyment. And just as she had said before, under Ezreal's fierce onslaught, she repeatedly cried out in pleasure.

"Ah...husband...you're so good...I feel so...ah...so good...did you see...did you hear...did you hear...what I said...wasn't it right...as long as...you use your strength...try hard...I'll definitely...ah...scream...right..." Ezreal listened to Riven's intermittent words, feeling overjoyed. Being able to make his girlfriend, who didn't want to scream, moan continuously was a source of pride for a man. Thinking of this, Ezreal became even more excited and couldn't help but shout out, "Riven! Good! That's how you scream! The more you scream, the harder I'll try. From now on, do you want me to treat you like this every time?" Riven continued to scream, "Yes! Ah! Husband, you...every time you have to...like today...don't...ah! Don't be lazy..." Ezreal laughed loudly, "Haha! Good wife, don't worry. I'll definitely give you a perfect score every time, I won't be careless!" As he spoke, Ezreal brushed aside Riven's hair, thrusting his lower body while passionately kissing Riven. Riven became more uninhibited than before, her little tongue darting around, engaging in a fierce oral battle with Ezreal's tongue as it entered her mouth.

As they both became fully immersed, Ezreal's speed and intensity reached their peak, while Riven shifted from passively receiving to actively responding. The room filled with Ezreal's heavy breathing and Riven's moans, like a concert of bass and soprano.

Ezreal felt that none of his previous sexual experiences, including those with the real Ezreal, had been more pleasurable and enjoyable than this. Riven, on the other hand, felt as if she were on a battlefield, a valiant warrior, the man before her her opponent. But what felt different was that she didn't seem to care about winning or losing; as long as she enjoyed herself, that was enough. Their battle raged on, one with ample resources, using every trick in the book; the other, gifted with natural talent, unleashing all her potential. Like a battle between a fire-tipped spear and a universe-bound ring, their frenzy seemed to shake the entire room, and the bed beneath them was like a small boat in a raging storm, as if it might capsize at any moment. They maintained this rhythm for a full ten minutes before it finally came to an end.

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