Landlord World - Start with SSS talent-Chapter 215: Beg me!

"Yes. There's something strange about her, especially the mirror she carries. Its ability is unique, and even Malrik doesn't know what it is."

Upon hearing this, Vylyss wasn't angry. Instead, she smiled and approached Noan, "Master, if she likes to be punished like that, we can try this method..."

Vylyss whispered something into Noan's ear, making his eyes widen in surprise. He looked at her with a knowing gaze: "Vylyss, you are truly spoiled."

"Hehehehe... it's all for you, Master. Besides, it would be better for you to meet Noralia for a while today."

"Hm..." Noan pondered.

When Noralia was mentioned, he felt a bit awkward. Was Noralia beautiful? Of course, she was gorgeous. She carried a gentle, feminine aura that was full of grace.

Although she was over 40 years old, she looked as though she were just over 30.

Noan shook his head and said, "Vylyss, she is Lylia's mother."

"So what?" Vylyss tilted her head and looked at him, her eyes filled with confusion.

She was genuinely confused, not trying to deceive him. Noan suddenly realised that Vylyss's worldview was utterly different from that of humans.

In the Demon Realm, life was incredibly chaotic, and due to everyone's long lifespans, the appearances of mothers, grandmothers, and daughters weren't very different.

Therefore, it is not unusual for one person to marry three women from three different generations in many cases.

But this is the Human Realm, the world of humanity. Indeed, people can have harems here, but that doesn't mean they can live in such chaos.

"Master, I think you're overthinking this," Vylyss pouted and said. "Love is love; if you don't love, you don't love. Noralia seems to have feelings for you, and if you don't respond, it might turn into a shadow in her heart."

"But..." Noan said, still confused, "I've only met her a few times, how could she love me?"

"Master, Noralia is like dry grass, and your pupils are like a blazing flame," Vylyss smiled and said, drawing a circle on his chest with her finger.

"If I'm not mistaken, Noralia has never been in love. She must have felt a little jealous when she saw you and Lylia together."

"But after you showed concern for her, the wall in her heart gradually began to crumble. The clearest proof is when she locked herself in her room."

"Do you accept that a beautiful woman suffers because of you, Master?"

Hearing Vylyss's words, Noan felt they were both accurate and invalid. However, he didn't understand exactly what was wrong.

"Alright, I'll try it," Noan nodded and said.

Although this situation was a bit chaotic, the mother and the daughter were his women, which was quite thrilling.

Vylyss smiled strangely, like she had just achieved something evil.

Noan ignored her smile and immediately used teleportation magic to go to Elara's cell.

...

"Ah! So hungry..." Elara sat on the bed, hugging her knees, her pale face showing signs of starvation.

From yesterday until now, she hadn't eaten or even drunk a single drop of water.

Her once soft lips were now dry and cracked.

"Very thirsty, huh?"

Upon hearing the familiar voice, Elara flinched and looked up, seeing the wretched man sitting on the chair, his eyes full of contempt and teasing as he looked at her.

"You scoundrel! You... you..." Elara was too exhausted to curse him anymore.

But then, Noan took out a bottle of water and smiled. "Do you want this?"

"Give it to me!" Elara shouted.

"Ah! Is this your attitude?"

"You're..." Elara gritted her teeth, her eyes filled with hatred as she glared at Noan, though her hatred was minimal, almost entirely replaced with anticipation.

Indeed, it was strange, and it seemed like this was precisely what Elara had been waiting for all this time.

"I... I will not kneel before you, you bastard!" Elara hissed through her teeth.

"Hahaha... Good, then continue to suffer from thirst," Noan said, opening the water bottle and drinking it all.

"Are you... a demon?" Elara genuinely wanted to cry. Her gaze turned greedily toward the bottle of water.

"Hahaha, you said yourself that you wouldn't kneel before me, so you can continue to suffer from thirst," Noan laughed, his cold smile terrifying. "Don't worry, after you die, I'll strip you of your clothes and leave you in the middle of a shopping mall for everyone to admire."

"You're... you..." Elara was so furious that tears began to fall. Her face was flushed, and she just wanted to rush over and bite the young man in front of her to death.

"Come here!" Noan said, his voice filled with an absolute command, making Elara flinch.

Elara turned her head, looking away, but immediately, Noan pulled out a whip and lashed it toward her.

Smash!

"AGH!"

The whip struck Elara's back, and she screamed in pain. "It hurts so much! You... bastard! Damn you! I will... I will..."

Smash!

"AAAH!"

Noan lashed again, and Elara writhed in agony on the bed, her body trembling violently.

But at the same time, she felt an unbearable wetness spreading from below, almost unbelievable.

"Come here! I won't say it for the third time," Noan said, his voice dripping coldly.

Elara gritted her teeth, forcing herself to endure the pain, slowly getting off the bed.

However, her gait was quite odd, her thighs pressed tightly together, as if she were hiding something.

Of course, Noan noticed that oddity, and a strange sense of pleasure stirred within him.

Elara stood before Noan, her hands clenched so tightly they turned pale, her eyes still wet, with tears running down her face.

"Do you want to drink?" Noan asked, holding up the water bottle and shaking it before Elara's face.

"Give it to me!" Elara reached out to grab the water bottle, but Noan was quicker, snatching it away from her grasp.

"Beg me..." Noan frowned, his eyes brimming with greed and aggression, making Elara tremble—yet deep down, she couldn't deny a strange, inexplicable thrill.

"Keep dreaming! I'll never—"

Smash!

"AHHG!" Elara screamed as the whip struck her thigh, the pain so intense that she crumpled to the ground, sobbing like a child.

"You bastard! I'll tear you into pieces, I'll—"

"I won't say it a third time." Noan cut her off sharply.

She gritted her teeth, slowly rising to her feet, lips pressed tight as if holding back words.

Smash!

This time, Noan swung his hand, landing a sharp slap on her plump rear.

"AGH!!!" Elara's tears overflowed, her face flushed crimson—but at the same time, she couldn't ignore the growing wetness between her thighs.

Noan was slightly startled. He hadn't expected a girl with such a flat chest to possess such a perfectly rounded, elastic, and irresistibly firm backside.

Honestly, it was even more supple than Vylyss's. Had all of Elara's softness migrated from her front to her rear?

A wicked smirk curled on Noan's lips, sending a shiver down Elara's spine.

She clenched her jaw and whispered, "Please… just… give me… the water."

Noan didn't answer. Instead, he took a sip—but instead of swallowing, he pulled Elara into his arms, pressed her close, and tilted her head back.

Then, he leaned in, sealing his lips over hers—helping her… 'drink'.