Landlord World - Start with SSS talent

Vylyss smiled with intoxicating allure. Noan pulled her close, breathing in her strange, hypnotic fragrance - that signature scent he knew was part of her succubus nature.

Yet he offered no resistance as his hand slipped beneath the thin fabric, seeking the soft fullness of her breasts. Vylyss melted into his touch, her entire body molding against his as she gazed up through dampened lashes.

"Mmm...Master...Master..." Her voice dripped with lewd sweetness as she arched into his exploring hands.

Noan kneaded her supple flesh, watching it grow beneath his fingers. A feverish heat spread through Vylyss's body, painting her cheeks crimson.

"Master...be gentler..." she whimpered.

"Oh? I thought you enjoyed punishment like that other girl," Noan murmured against her ear before nipping the delicate lobe.

"Ngh..." Vylyss bit her lip, her entire body trembling with need so intense she nearly pinned him down then and there.

But Noan kept teasing, drawing out her torment until she was dripping and desperate.

"Master, I'm not like her. I prefer you...gentle with me." Her voice quivered with enchantment and barely restrained desire.

Her expression begged him to devour her immediately.

"However..." Suddenly, her long tongue darted out, tracing his neck before swirling around his ear: "If Master wishes...you may punish me...a little."

That was all it took.

Noan tossed her onto the bed without hesitation.

"Ah! Master, so rough...!" Vylyss cried out in feigned pain, but before she could recover, Noan was upon her, sliding himself between the tight valley of her breasts.

The warm, soft pressure enveloped him completely. Vylyss grinned with pure delight, her pink tongue flicking out to tease the swollen tip, drawing a shudder from Noan.

He began moving, sliding himself between the plush valley of Vylyss's breasts.

Jingle~ Jingle~ Jingle~

With every thrust, the little bell around her neck chimed sweetly, driving his arousal higher.

Each time he rocked forward, the swollen tip brushed against her flicking tongue, soon glistening with her slick saliva.

His hands squeezed her ample curves tighter, pressing them together to heighten the delicious friction.

Before long, he couldn't hold back—hot streaks of "milk" splashed across her chest and face.

"Mmm…" Vylyss purred, her long tongue darting out to catch every drop, lapping greedily. The pink glow in her eyes burned brighter, hungrier, silently begging for more.

"Master, shall we move to the bath?" She wrapped her fingers around his length, grinning playfully.

Noan gave a slight nod, and together, they stepped into the lavish bathroom.

This was a luxury hotel—the bathing area was spacious enough for three or four, the water's surface dotted with rose petals. The floor-to-ceiling one-way glass offered a breathtaking city view, though outsiders couldn't see in.

Yet, as Noan and Vylyss settled into the tub, the transparent wall stirred something primal in them—a mix of nervousness, shamelessness, and raw excitement.

Vylyss began kneading his muscles with her hands.

"Mmm… When did you learn this?" Noan groaned, his body melting under her touch.

Her fingers worked magic, easing tension while teasing his senses just enough to keep him on edge.

"Hehehe… Do you like it, Master? I learned from the girls in the Territory."

As Vylyss spoke, Noan recalled the female NPCs. After their evolution, they had become more beautiful, human-like, and had mastered many daily living skills. This massage technique was likely one of the skills they'd acquired.

But he never imagined Vylyss would learn something like this.

It seemed... she had gone to great lengths to please him.

Noan lay still, savoring the kneading of Vylyss's hands. But after a while, he sensed something... different.

At first, she massaged him with her hands.

Then, she switched to using her... tongue.

That wicked tongue trailed from his neck down to his chest, teasing every sensitive spot before gradually moving lower.

Once again, Noan's 'thing' was enveloped in the warm, wet softness of Vylyss's mouth.

He indulged in the pleasure for a while, but this time, he didn't let her drink his "milk." Instead, he pushed her toward the glass wall.

"Ah! Master, this is... so embarrassing..." Vylyss pressed her hands against the glass, turning her head to look at him with a mix of shyness and seduction.

"Don't worry..." Noan embraced her from behind, chuckling. "No one can see us."

"But... but... Mmm—!" Vylyss whimpered, her eyes glistening as if on the verge of tears—because she had just felt him push 'it' inside.

"Master... it's... amazing... you... you... ah—!"

Pressed against the glass, her voluptuous body and soft, ample breasts were flattened against the surface, their shape visible.

From the outside, this scene would have been intensely arousing—enough to make any man's nose bleed and his desires explode.

But alas for them... this was one-way glass.

No one outside could see in.

"Um… um… um…"

Smash! Smash! Smash!

The wet, rhythmic slapping sounds echoed continuously through the room, accompanied by lewd, squelching noises.

From Vylyss's mouth spilled increasingly wanton moans that only drove Noan wilder.

"Mmm... Master... slower... go slower... Ah! Ah! Ah!"

"No! Master!"

Her pleading cries didn't make him stop—if anything, they excited him more, pushing him to move even faster.

Slap! Slap! Slap!

Slap! Slap! Slap!

"Master... master..." Vylyss trembled as she spoke, her voice laced with moans of pure ecstasy.

Of course, she thoroughly enjoyed this—she just wanted to tease Noan a little, to excite him even more.

And Noan knew it.

Pleasure flooded his entire body and mind.

In this position... he could see Vylyss's plump, soft rear jiggling violently with each thrust, the sight driving him into a frenzy.

After more than thirty minutes, Noan suddenly pulled Vylyss tight against him. A hot stream of "milk" poured into her, sending her into such intense pleasure that her legs stiffened and her body convulsed violently.

The Succubus Mark below her navel glowed with a deep pink light, as if declaring just how aroused she was.

"Master... so good..." Vylyss moaned weakly.

Then, without warning, Noan scooped her up in a princess carry, grinning. "The night is still long."

"Hehehe... Master, tonight I'll go wild with you."

Noan heard that and brought Vylyss to the bedroom, then…

…

While Vylyss and Noan were engaged in an intense battle within their hearts, Janky felt an overwhelming sense of confusion.

In an abandoned warehouse located ten miles north of the city, they found the Third Elder.

Janky saw the Third Elder sitting quietly on a chair, his eyes wide open, staring into the distance without blinking.

The clan members were about to approach, but were stopped by Janky.

"Are you all stupid? This might be a trap. Be careful, it seems like the other group is still around here," Janky shouted. The clan members gritted their teeth and stood still, unable to move.

At that moment, government officials arrived and began setting up some strange device.

Next to the device, a female mage wearing a robe began clasping her hands together, creating a floating magical circle before her.

After a moment, the girl looked at Janky and nodded lightly.

Janky let out a long sigh and hurried toward the Third Elder.

However, no matter how much he called, the Third Elder did not respond, as if he were merely a puppet with no soul.

"What happened to him?" Janky furrowed his brow, looking at the mage and asking.

The mage checked the condition of the Third Elder, and then her eyes widened in disbelief.

"This... Your Third Elder... he... he..." The mage hesitated, unsure whether to speak.

"Speak! What happened?!" Seeing the mage hesitate, Janky became more urgent.

"His spirit has shattered. Right now, he's no different from a puppet with no soul or emotions."

"What?!"