Chapter 168 – Devote yourself to me
Christelle was stunned. Truly stunned.
She never thought a man could be this handsome. And even if she had imagined it, she would’ve sworn that kind of beauty was reserved for divine beings—untouchable, distant, not something walking into her church like it belonged there.
But that begged the question—
Who the hell is this man?
She didn’t even need to ask. Noah had a habit. Every time he met someone new, he introduced himself.
What a gentleman he was.
Always polite. Always composed.
So—
"I’m Noah Vaelgrim," he said softly, "a dear friend of your son."
He smiled.
And to Christelle, that smile was like looking straight into the sun.
Too bright. Too holy. Too blinding.
Too...perfect.
"Nice to meet you, Christelle."
His voice pulled her out of the fog. She blinked and stared at him properly this time.
And that’s when her brain clicked.
That face... it was familiar.
He’d just said he was her son’s friend. But now the memory came back. All the things Elijah had said. All the names he’d cursed.
Her eyes widened. "You... You’re Noah Weaverheart. My son’s rival and his enemy."
"You’re not his friend," she said. Her voice started unsure, but by the time the sentence ended, it was firm. Cold.
Noah tilted his head. "Rival is a such a big word. And ’enemy’? What a joke." He scoffed.
"But let’s not waste time talking about him."
He floated up and sat down casually in midair, like gravity had no hold on him.
Christelle blinked in confusion.
"Oh," Noah waved lazily, "just a space chair. You can’t see it. Don’t worry about it."
Christelle took a small step back, her instincts kicking in.
If he really was her son’s enemy, he couldn’t be here for anything good.
Noah noticed the shift. But he didn’t comment. He didn’t need to.
He went straight to the point.
"You’ve seen the new ruler of the Human Domain," he said with a proud smile. "Sophie Castria. My wife."
Christelle’s heart started to sank.
"And the Church?" he continued. "Run by Solaris and Elizabeth. One is my woman, the other my subordinate."
That’s when Christelle started trembling.
She wasn’t brave, but she was smart. She’d lived in the filth long enough to read between the lines. And what she was seeing now?
Was devastating.
Noah’s tone didn’t change. Calm. Controlled. Unbothered.
"You should know by now that the Human Domain belongs to me. Bloodhearts, Shadowbounds—they’re mine too. The Stonehearts? They won’t help you. Not after what Elijah did to their young mistress."
"And if they dare? Well....they will regret that act very very dearly."
He smiled. Innocent. Almost playful.
"Do I really need to explain what that means for you?"
Christelle swallowed hard. "W-What... what do you want from me?"
Her voice cracked. Shaky. Small.
Because if what he said was true, then not only was she fucked...
Her son was doomed too.
Noah didn’t flinch.
"What I want is simple."
He stepped forward, closing the space between them until his face was just an inch from hers. Then he leaned in.
And whispered—
"I want you, Christelle."
His voice was low, deep and absolutely sinful.
Despite the fear crawling under her skin, despite everything screaming run—her knees nearly gave out.
Because something in that voice hit her. Lit her up from the inside.
She slowly raised her head to meet his gaze.
Oh! And what a terrible mistake!
There’s something unfair about beauty.
No matter what anyone says, beautiful people get a pass. They’re easier to like. Easier to trust. Because we’re wired that way—humans love beautiful things.
And Christelle?
Christelle loved them too much.
But it wasn’t just that. She was hungry. Starved. Horny.
She hadn’t had a man this close in years. Hadn’t felt anything in years.
And now this? A man like him standing here, offering her something? Her body responded before her mind could protest.
Still... she tried. She was after all a mother.
"I... I can’t," she said, her voice trembling. "You’re my son’s enemy. I can’t..."
She clenched her fists. It clearly took everything she had to say that and not fold.
But Noah wasn’t one to give up.
"Understandable," he whispered. "And I won’t lie to you. I’m not here to spare him."
Then his lips got close to her ear, and his breath sent a shiver through her entire spine.
"But just imagine it. Imagine how you’d feel with me. How you’d moan while I pound that dripping pussy of yours. Imagine my cock stretching your throat, choking you, making you cry and beg and shake."
His voice was dirty. Wrong. Perfect.
It worked like a curse.
Christelle’s eyes glazed over. Her lips parted, then closed again. Her breath hitched. Her whole body trembled.
A wet trail slid down her thighs.
She was soaked.
Noah stepped closer and lifted her chin with two fingers. Her brown eyes met his glowing white runes.
She didn’t even blink. She didn’t even breathe.
She was drowning in him, in his eyes.
’How is someone allowed to be this beautiful?’
Then came the killing blow.
"That’s what we’ll do, Christelle," he said, smiling like a sin dressed in white and silver "With me, you won’t feel lonely. You won’t feel empty. You’ll never ache like this again."
He paused—just enough for her heart to catch.
"With me, every craving you have... even the dirtiest ones you’re ashamed of... I’ll fulfill them."
A pause. Another breath.
"But... only if you’re willing to do something for me."
Christelle spoke without thinking. "W-What do I have to do?"
She was already gone. Already kneeling in her head. The scenes were playing fast and hard in her mind, and her body couldn’t lie about it anymore.
Noah smirked.
"It’s simple," he said.
"I just need you to be..."
He leaned in, almost too softly, and whispered like a lover:
"...my slave. And devote your whole being to me."
He tilted his head like it was nothing.
"Can you do that, Christelle?"
BADUM—!
Her heart skipped.
Literally.
—End of Chapter 168—