CHAPTER 82: ON THE THRONE (1)

Lost in what appeared to be some kind of heated fantasy, Selena offered no resistance when Noel took her hand and confidently led her back toward the throne where Clarissa still stood.

There, instead of standing respectfully like a guest should before the head of this place, he sat directly on the throne with casual arrogance and pulled Selena to sit sideways on his lap, positioning her so she could lean against his chest as he said, "This seat is really comfortable... can’t you give it to me, mother-in-law?"

Instead of answering though, Clarissa simply looked at the provocative scene of Noel sitting brazenly on her throne with her daughter, who seemed to be struggling against the impropriety but was actually enjoying the situation quite heavily.

Selena rubbed herself against Noel and tried to lean into him more and more, her breathing becoming slightly uneven, and Clarissa’s eyes coldly narrowed even further as she seemed to contemplate whether she should strike him down for good this time.

But in the end, she simply shook her head with visible restraint and said with barely controlled patience, "Just say what you came here for... it can’t be merely to brag about your recovery, can it?"

Noel hugged Selena’s soft body closer to him, his hands already exploring her curves in a deliberately dishonest way, quite provoking, before he smiled and nodded with satisfaction.

"Well, naturally that’s not it."

"Actually, I’m going to fuck your daughter today, finally claiming her completely... marking her as mine, and I thought I should inform you first as a courtesy."

Pausing a moment for dramatic effect, Noel seemed to come to a sudden decision as he added with feigned thoughtfulness, "And it just occurred to me... but do you want to watch?"

"I mean, I’m not typically into exhibitionism, but if it’s my beloved mother-in-law, I don’t mind you observing."

Once again, Clarissa stayed dangerously silent, pressuring Noel with her intense gaze, but instead of cowering under the weight of her stare, Noel became even more bold with his hands that were openly teasing Selena, as he said with growing confidence, "Can I take your silence as your approval? That you’re giving me your blessing for this union?"

Clarissa’s substantial breasts, that seemed to defy gravity entirely, heaved up and down in accordance with her turbulent emotions, but she still didn’t say anything in response, and Noel flashed her an even bigger smile, showing her his perfectly white teeth, as he declared, "Then I’ll start immediately."

Noel was true to his words, as he immediately turned Selena’s flushed face toward him and claimed her lips, kissing her aggressively and possessively.

Selena paused slightly at this bold move and stayed passive for a moment, as she stole a quick, nervous glance at her mother.

She seemed to lock eyes with her mother and caught a cold sneer directed specifically at her, but she hurriedly closed her eyes and decided to stop caring about propriety, choosing instead to reciprocate and indulge in this moment that felt utterly forbidden.

She closed her eyes and simply wrapped her arms around his neck in surrender, but Noel was not the same.

With his piercing amethyst eyes, he continued looking directly at Clarissa standing there, clearly on the verge of erupting... but seemingly still a strand short.

And so, to nudge her over that final edge, he deliberately slipped his hand inside Selena’s clothes, finding her firm breasts and squeezing them possessively, as his tongue explored the warm mouth of her daughter right in front of her.

Clarissa, who had clenched her fists at some point, finally loosened her grip with visible defeat and turned around to walk away from the scene.

Noel continued observing her retreating figure until she suddenly seemed to break the space itself with her power, but then she paused and said without looking back, "Clean up this mess and get out of my dimension when you finish... playing."

Only when Clarissa, the mother, finally walked away completely, vanishing from sight through the spatial tear, did Noel turn his full attention back to the daughter in his arms.

Selena was practically melting against him now, her body trembling slightly as she clung to him with desperate need, as though she never wanted to let go.

He pulled his head back just a little, a glistening thread of saliva stretching between their lips.

His chest rose and fell with ragged breaths. He wanted to ask her, to make sure she truly wanted this, here of all places.

But the answer was already there. Selena’s eyes were clouded with lust, pupils wide, lips parted as she panted softly. The look she gave him said it all — a demand, sharp and wordless. Why are you stopping?

That was all he needed. Noel claimed her mouth again, this time with a hunger that burned.

The kiss was wet, messy, their tongues clashing and sliding, filling the air with the lewd sound of smacking lips and muffled gasps.

His hands roamed feverishly, cupping and squeezing her breasts through her clothes, his thumbs pressing into her hardening peaks. Selena whimpered against his mouth, arching into his touch as if begging him to take more.

Impatience flared hot in him, and without a shred of restraint he yanked her top open, fabric tearing beneath his hands.

Selena’s eyes flew wide at the sudden move, a sharp gasp breaking from her lips — but she didn’t resist. Instead, she met his gaze head-on, cheeks burning, and let him do exactly as he pleased.

In moments, she was down to just her bra and panties. Noel’s eyes swept over her pale skin, drinking her in, before his hands moved to finish the job. He slid her bra away, slow but deliberate, freeing her from its restraint.

Her breasts spilled free, full and supple, and he wasted no time. His palm closed around one, kneading firmly, his thumb teasing the stiff peak. Her breath hitched, a faint whimper slipping past her lips, the sound cutting straight through him.