While Noah was going through a series of bizarre and particular events, inside him Laeh didn't stop rotating and moving. Life went on. People continued their days as if the world hadn't shifted.

Selene and Sophie sat together, face to face with Lea inside the meeting room of White Castle.

Lea looked around in subtle awe. The White Castle was a sight to behold — intricately designed like the ancient castles of Rome, spires rising from its walls and stretching high into the heavens.

The floor was shrouded by a carpet woven from the fur of every beast Noah had gathered within his world. Soft to the touch, dazzling to the eyes, it was blank white with the shapes of beasts painted upon it — some small, some adorable, some terrifying, and others too alien and bizarre to describe.

Noah's beasts were exotic, unmatched.

The table where Selene and Sophie sat was wide, ringed with throne-like chairs, each carved differently, each radiating its own strange aura of power.

Above them floated a massive chandelier shaped like a heart of some blasphemous being, suspended like a jellyfish in the air, its glow spilling warmth across the room.

It was an exact copy of Noah's own heart, every vein and curve sculpted with impossible precision, and on its surface the faces and names of his wives were inscribed.

The wives adored it.

"Who are you?" Sophie asked from her red lightning throne, arcs of crimson lightning flickering ceaselessly around her as she stared at Lea with impassive eyes.

Selene remained silent, though her cold aura alone made Lea shiver, even while Sophie's gaze burned her skin as if it might blister.

Neither of the two stood at Law Creator rank as Lea did. But Noah had suppressed Lea's power before sending her here, and so she could not hide her weakness, could not mask the trembling of her skin.

"Are you going to answer, or do I need to strike you with lightning first?" Sophie repeated, irritation cutting through her voice.

Lea steadied herself and shook her head.

"I am Lea Thorn," she said.

Silence.

Selene tilted her head. "I think you misunderstood my lovely sister's question. What we want to know is: who are you to Noah?"

She leaned forward, resting her chin on folded arms.

"Are you his wife? His maid? His friend? Or even…"

A chilling smile spread across her lips, sharp and cold as frozen steel.

"…or are you his slave?"

Lea's body tensed, but her face remained calm. She had endured too much, lived too long to be cowed by these two, even with her power bound. The only one she feared now was that smiling bastard who had broken her and made her…

"…I am his," she said simply.

Sophie and Selene tilted their heads, speaking in unison.

"What?"

Lea drew a breath, forcing herself not to drown in the memory of choking her husband on his own blood, forcing herself instead to sink into Noah's cruel, poisonous warmth.

"I am Master Noah's possession. I am whatever he wants me to be. His wife, if he chooses. His concubine, his friend, even his slave."

Her yellow-grey eyes glimmered with brilliance, almost hypnotic.

She was lying to herself, hacking her own mind into submission, because she had to.

She needed something, anything, to fill the abyss inside her and drown the self-loathing that threatened to pull her under. And she found it in Noah. The one who broke her.

"My whole being belongs to him," she finished, her voice resolute.

Yes, she wanted to forget. And the only way to forget was to obsess. To give every thought, every beat of her heart, to him. She chuckled bitterly inside.

'How cruel and evil you are, Noah. But it's fine. Devour me. Take everything, as you already took the one who meant everything to me.'

Sophie and Selene were silent for a moment before they both chuckled.

"Our dear husband grows crueler and crueler," Sophie said.

Selene's lips curved. "And how do you find him like that?"

"Completely attractive, mother-in-law. I want him to go even further."

"Agreed. Just imagining what he did to this poor girl makes me ache to see him again."

Sophie smirked. "See him for what?"

Selene mirrored the smirk.

"To be fucked senseless."

"Mind you, you're his mother."

"And I am proud of it. That's why his dick is perfect for my—!"

"Selene, please, show some decency to the newcomer."

"Oh, I'm too excited. I think I'm getting wet."

Sophie shook her head with a smile. "I'm already drenched."

The two locked eyes for a heartbeat, then burst into laughter.

"We are truly degenerate. We can't say a word about Lilith and Dominique."

"It's their fault!"

They laughed louder, uncaring, while Lea sat stiff, her face blank and her eyes wide.

'What is this?'

Were these two women really speaking so openly of being fucked and wet?

'And the blue-eyed one is his mother? And he fucks her?'

She wanted to scream at their shamelessness, but the memory of her own depravity stopped her.

She remembered Noah and his siblings walking in on her chamber when her legs spread wide, fingers inside her, her husband chained below like a dog, forced to watch her pleasure herself and cum on his face.

That had been their routine.

Neron had begged for her golden showers and her cum, and she had given them out of love, only to eventually grow addicted to the domination herself.

Now, listening to them, another thought crept in.

How would it feel with Noah?

"Is he…is he good?" The words slipped from her lips before she realized, and she clamped her hand over her mouth, horrified.

Sophie and Selene froze, then smiled in unison.

"Why do you ask?" Sophie teased.

"You won't have him inside you," Selene added coldly.

Lea flared instantly, as if struck.

"Why? I am his. He can claim me!" she snapped, suddenly desperate at the thought of Noah not wanting her after she completely accepted to be his possession.

Selene chuckled.

"The world you live in is his. The people within it are his. Everything under heaven and earth belongs to him." She shrugged.

"That doesn't mean he fucks all of it, does it? And besides, my baby didn't seem to want you. If he did, he wouldn't have sent you here."

Sophie nodded. "Yes. I know Noah. He always keeps a woman close, lets her drown in him, lets her obsession grow until it consumes her, and only then does he claim her. But you? You don't seem to interest him. I wonder…what did you do? Were you a whore?"

"No. Lilith and Christelle were whores. He still fucked them."

"Don't say it like that, Sophie. You make my baby sound…" Selene trailed off, but Sophie understood.

She smirked. "I would love him even if he were the greatest gigolo. I'd still let him inside me."

Selene laughed. "We all would."

Their lips curled upward in unison as their attention returned to Lea, who stood lost, adrift in their words.

"But even he has limits. Tell us, what did you do?" Selene asked.

Lea faltered, confused, but then recalled and spoke haltingly.

"I…I was married to a Worldborn?"

The lighthearted air shattered instantly.

Selene and Sophie's faces froze, their eyes narrowing, their killing intent descending like a storm.

Their combined voices rolled through the room, cold as blizzards, sharp as thunder.

"You said who?"

—End of Chapter 346—

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