After two days, Maisy and Violette had worked with remarkable efficiency — it seemed that nearly every surviving lord had become Noan's slave.
However, calling them "slaves" wasn't entirely accurate. Their servitude to Noan was only temporary — seven days.
If Noan couldn't complete the event within that time, they would regain their freedom and could never be enslaved by him again.
Noan sat on the bed, Maisy and Violette lying on either side of him. Just a glance at the room was enough to tell how wild their night had been.
The bed, the floor, the table, even the windowsill — every spot bore traces of their "battle."
Both women were so exhausted they couldn't even open their eyes, merely clinging to him as they drifted into deep sleep.
Noan, however, was different. With his Immortal talent, his stamina far surpassed that of ordinary people. Even a Rank B Succubus like Vylyss couldn't outlast him — how could these two possibly stand a chance?
