Chapter 211 – The Shy Noelle
"Mother... I didn’t know you were such a horny woman," Rouge Bloodheart said with a bloody grin.
She was surprised—but just that.
Surprised.
Because even if she didn’t feel that way toward Noah, she still knew one thing: Noah was a damn handso man. And not just handso—strong. Strong enough to handle millions of her without breaking a sweat.
He was... worthy.
So really, she wasn’t that shocked that even her mother had fallen for him. I an, if even Dean Elira Varnis was now his woman... if even his own mother Selene was wrapped around him... then her mother joining the list wasn’t anything out of the ordinary.
"But how do you want to help you?" Rouge asked, still confused about that part.
Why the hell did her mother need her help for sothing like this?
"Couldn’t you just go to him, tell him you love him and want to be part of his harem?" Rouge asked, tilting her head.
But then sothing ca to mind.
"Oh! You could start with his won. I heard he’s a loving husband—so if you manage to get into their hearts, you’ll get into his."
Rouge grinned, proud of herself for coming up with such a brilliant idea.
But Red just looked even more confused. All that stuff? That wasn’t for her. Besides—
"I’m only good at fighting. How the hell am I supposed to get close to them? I’m not skilled in building relationships," Red said with a soft sigh.
Seeing her mother so invested in becoming Noah’s woman sparked sothing new in Rouge. Sothing weird.
Her mother only ever cared about battle. Everything else was just background noise. Insignificant.
But now? Now she was trying this hard to get under a man—to be fucked, to be dominated.
It was fascinating. Hilarious. Strange.
Rouge grinned again—this ti not bloody, but amused, eager.
Like a cat finally finding sothing new to toy with after sleeping and pretending she owned the place for too long.
"Don’t worry, Mother. I’ll help you," Rouge said, giving her a thumbs-up.
"If you’re only good at fighting and destruction, that’s actually perfect—because so of Noah’s won are just like you in that regard."
"If you manage to get into one of their hearts, the rest will fall into place," Rouge said, sounding like a professional relationship adviser.
And the worst part?
Red actually believed her. She grinned too.
"Perfect! I knew you’d know how to help , my daughter!" she said, clearly pleased.
Really.
It was kind of funny—but also fascinating—to see a woman that thousands of n would kill just to touch for one second, now plotting how to get a man to touch her.
But what do you want to tell you?
It’s what it is.
The woman you’re simping over is simping over another man.
Simple truth: no matter how beautiful a woman is, there’s always soone in her heart that she can’t help but bend her back to please.
It’s not submission. It’s love.
And when won love sincerely? They’re devoted.
Most of the ti...
But that’s not the point of all this.
The point is...
Stop being a simp.
...
anwhile—
While a mother and daughter were scheming to get into Noah’s life—
The man himself was facing a very strange situation.
Noah had just finished fucking a pair of mother and daughter—Lilith and Dominique—and was now headed toward Zara and Alice for another session.
All in the pursuit of power.
...Also pleasure. Let’s not lie.
But just as he was about to go—
Noah suddenly sensed an intrusion in his realm.
Soone had forcefully torn open a passage and entered, without care or hesitation.
His internal danger bells rang like hellfire as he instantly teleported to the source of the breach.
And oh damn.
Noah wasn’t soone who got intimidated easily.
But this ti? He was.
Not because of her power.
But because of her presence. The weight she carried.
’Who the fuck is this woman?’ Noah wondered silently, standing in front of Noelle.
But co on. You know Noah.
Even if intimidated—he still acted like Noah.
He smiled softly at the sight of her, masking his nerves.
"Really... my injuries must be ssing with my head, because I don’t rember having to et such a beautiful woman today."
He smirked. Then—
"Noah Vaelgrim. Master of the realm you just trespassed," he said softly.
Ignoring his words, Noelle smiled brightly—like a child who’d finally found her favorite toy.
"I’m Noelle. I’m so happy to et you, my precious," she said, her voice sweet, smooth, pleasing to the ear.
At her words, Noah couldn’t help but feel sothing deep and instinctual.
This woman was a problem.
But... was she really?
...
Noah and Noelle were now in the eting room. No one else was there. They sat across from each other.
Noah looked at her calmly. He wasn’t really afraid—his Fate affinity told him this encounter was a good one. His instincts weren’t screaming, either.
Everything felt... fine.
That’s why he didn’t attack her outright.
But now, the real questions began.
Who the hell was this mysterious woman? And more importantly—
"Who are you? How do you know ?" Noah asked, eyes serious.
"I’m Noelle," she replied. "And as for how I know you..."
Noelle hesitated.
She was shy to admit the truth—that she’d been stalking him ever since that fateful day in the dungeon.
Even now, she was barely holding herself together, trying not to screw everything up.
’Calm down. You’ve started well. You even called him your precious. That’s good, that’s good. We can do this... we can...’
She was cheering herself on inside her head.
Then she raised her eyes to et his—
Only to see those white runic eyes staring straight at her. Serious. Focused.
And she just couldn’t hold it in anymore.
"I... I stalked you...?" she said, her voice trembling.
And then it hit her.
Her entire face turned red with sha.
A monster alive since eons of years, older than even most worlds was now blushing in front of a 20-year-old man.
It should’ve been sothing shaful—
But...
"You...you are really cute," Noah said, genuinely surprised.
Yes.
Noelle was just too cute.
—End of Chapter 211—
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