Chapter 206 206: Noan's secretary (R18)
The next day, Vylyss returned, her face bearing a victorious smile.
Noan asked in confusion, "What happened?"
"Hehehe… Master, you must reward me." Vylyss cheerfully approached, sat on his lap, and wrapped her arms around his neck.
"Did you enchant Jankos already?" Noan inquired, already guessing this matter was related to Jankos.
"Hehehe… That's right." Vylyss giggled as she spoke. "Master, the progress shouldn't have been this fast. I thought it would take three or four days."
"But I didn't expect him to be so impatient—he directly wanted to sleep with me. I found a prostitute, then cast an enchantment spell on both of them, making them fall into an illusion."
"Hahaha… That prostitute thought she was me, and Jankos also believed that girl was me. Then, hahahaha… hahahaha… It was so hilarious."
"The next morning, he even arrogantly declared that I was his woman when he saw me."
Watching Vylyss so delighted, Noan also smiled and kissed her cheek. "You did well. What reward do you want?"
"Hehehe… Master, I haven't thought of it yet, but I'll make you happy." Vylyss traced circles on Noan's chest with her index finger.
Noan sighed and shook his head, but deep down, he also felt extremely pleased.
It seemed… his experiment had yielded results. He could do many other things if he didn't actively pose a fatal threat to the Fate Holder.
Enchanting a Fate Holder so easily was likely due to him bringing Vylyss along. Moreover, this was the City where approaching a Fate Holder carried no other dangers.
If it were the Chaos Zone, things would be different. Fate Holders were always accompanied by their monsters, and they could also use magic without restrictions.
Fortunately, Malrik had helped him uncover the magic frequency of the City's Protective Dome. Because of that, he and Vylyss could use magic to a certain extent without being detected.
'It seems… Fate Holders aren't omnipotent either. With a clear plan and careful execution, they're no different from ordinary Lords.'
Noan stroked his chin, lost in thought, then said, "Continue enchanting him, but reduce the intensity a little."
"After all, he comes from a major family. If the terrifying beings within that clan discover he's been enchanted, we'll fail."
"Hehehe… Master, don't worry, I definitely won't disappoint you. But… I've worked so hard. Master, help me relax a little."
Noan glanced at Vylyss, then pushed her down onto the sofa.
"Ah! How relaxed do you want to be?" Noan murmured while stroking Vylyss' hair.
"Hehehe… Master, wait a moment. I have a little surprise for you." Vylyss licked Noan's cheek, then hurried into the bathroom.
A moment later, she stepped out. Seeing her now, Noan's eyes gleamed.
At this moment, Vylyss was dressed in office attire—a long-sleeved white blouse stretched taut by her ample chest, its buttons straining against the fabric.
Below, a tight-fitting miniskirt hugged her full hips, accentuating every perfect curve.
Her tail, which she had previously hidden, now swayed provocatively behind her, as if teasing Noan.
Her long legs were wrapped in sleek black stockings, exuding irresistible allure, and red-soled high heels.
Her jet-black hair was tied in a high ponytail, and her beautiful face was adorned with round glasses.
She looked like a stunning secretary from a Japanese "action" film.
No—she was far more beautiful and seductive than any of them.
"Master, do you like it?" Vylyss adjusted her glasses as if she truly were a secretary.
Without waiting for Noan's answer, she walked over to the desk in the room and sat on its edge, crossing her legs and folding her arms beneath her chest, lifting her full bosom.
"Director, I'm here to report on the company's operations." Her expression suddenly shifted to one of seriousness as she looked at Noan.
Noan was momentarily stunned—her acting was so convincing, it was as if she really was his secretary.
He smirked, stepping closer until he stood right before her. His fingers gently lifted her chin, forcing her to meet his gaze.
"Director! We're at work right now—I'm not that kind of woman." Vylyss insisted firmly, her eyes flashing with feigned disdain and discomfort.
Noan: "..."
He realised Vylyss was truly a top-tier actress. Her expressions and emotions were flawlessly executed, indistinguishable from reality.
This only excited Noan further. He grinned greedily.
"Ah! You go ahead with your report… I'll handle my business."
As he spoke, he lowered his head, pressing his lips to her neck.
"Mm… Director, I—"
"Hm?" Noan's tongue trailed from her neck to her chin before finally claiming her lips.
"Mm… mm…" Vylyss moaned softly, still pretending to resist, weakly pushing against him.
He knew she could shove him away if she wanted—but she deliberately played the role of a powerless woman, unable to fight back.
Watching her "struggle in despair" only heightened Noan's excitement.
Their tongues tangled for a long moment before finally parting. A thin strand of saliva briefly connected their lips before gravity pulled it apart.
"Director, I… I'm really not that kind of woman… please… let me go." Vylyss pleaded, her face flushed, voice trembling, eyes glistening as if on the verge of tears.
Noan smiled like a devil: "Don't worry, I'll take responsibility."
"No! Director—"
Rip!
Noan tore open her blouse with a sharp tug. The fabric, already strained by her voluptuous figure, gave way effortlessly.
Buttons scattered everywhere as Vylyss's voluptuous breasts burst free from the torn blouse, jiggling intensely—their softness and elasticity on full display.
The simple black lace bra only deepened Noan's excitement.
"No! Director, I... I'll scream, I swear I'll—" Vylyss bit her lip, her face a perfect picture of shame and distress.
"Good! Scream, then." Noan laughed, fully embracing his role as her "Director."
Then, he buried his face between the soft, fragrant peaks of her chest, inhaling deeply.
The supple warmth, the intoxicating bounce, the sweet scent—it was impossible to pull away. His tongue traced slow, deliberate circles, making Vylyss shudder violently.
"Mm... Director... no... stop... please..." she whimpered, her body trembling under his touch.
Rip!
While still savouring her breasts, Noan's hands tore away her skirt and stockings in one swift motion, leaving her gasping.
"No! Stop... please... I'm begging you..." Vylyss pleaded, tears spilling down her cheeks—only fueling Noan's desire further.
And then... she felt 'it'—thick, burning, forcing its way inside, making her entire body convulse.
Big and hot.
Her legs stiffened, her face twisting in a mix of pleasure and pitiful surrender.
Noan lifted her onto the desk, then began moving relentlessly. The wet, rhythmic slaps of skin against skin filled the room, mingling with Vylyss's breathless cries.
Their battle had only just begun.
…
"Why do you need so many things?" Janky asked, confused.
He looked at Jankos suspiciously, sensing something odd about him today, though he couldn't pinpoint what was strange.
"Father, I have a few friends who need resources to develop. If I provide them with these resources, it also helps me form some connections. Isn't that acceptable?" Jankos replied irritably.
Janky frowned, "But the resources you're asking for are too precious. Some of them even require approval from the Government and the Empire. For now, we can't give them to you."
"Huh!" Jankos sneered disdainfully, inwardly cursing Janky for being stingy.
"Fine, then I only need the formula for the medicinal concoctions and the designs for weapons and metallurgy. Is that acceptable?"
"That...," Janky frowned, "I can only give you those things, but the quality will not be high. Will that be alright with you?"
"Ah! That's fine, I'll take everything you have," Jankos immediately responded.
"Alright! You can go to the family storage to pick it up," Janky said, tossing his copper token to Jankos.
Jankos caught the token, smiling contentedly, then stood up and prepared to leave.
"Wait!" Janky suddenly asked, "What's going on between you and Lylia?"
"Father, don't worry. Whether Lylia wants it or not, she will have to marry me. Besides, buy one, get two free," Jankos laughed lasciviously.
"What do you mean by that?" Janky frowned, asking in confusion.
"Hahaha... just wait for the good news from me," Jankos said confidently.
He was referring to Lylia, Noralia and Vylyss. Lylia was already betrothed, and she couldn't escape his grasp.
Vylyss had already slept with him, and the feeling from last night had been truly amazing, making him want to stay immersed in that sensation forever.
Because of this, he had decided to marry Vylyss.
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