Chapter 215 – Time for another one
The two kings had managed to find their place in this structure, in this family.
But there are always people who struggle to fit in. Not because they don’t want to, specifically—but because they just can’t.
How easy is it to discard everything you’ve known, or at least a big part of it, to become part of something else entirely?
Especially if you’ve lived that way for millions of years?
You can’t.
And that’s exactly what Justicia was feeling.
It wasn’t that she didn’t want to find a place inside this family—this family with so much potential, one that could become something even the factions would have to be careful of in the future. Who wouldn’t want to be a part of that?
Celestial or not, what Justicia wanted was power—and if she could have it by being here, then she would.
And as for her love for Elijah...
Justicia smiled wryly at that thought.
There was nothing she could do about it. And after seeing this family... after seeing Noah... after realizing a fucking Original was his shadow—then yes, looking for revenge would be the dumbest thing she could possibly do.
Especially now that she was a slave.
An eternal one at that.
Everything was pushing her toward walking with Noah—not against him.
And that’s exactly what she did.
But some habits don’t break just because you want them to.
Still, Justicia was motivated.
Because she had watched them laugh before. Had wondered, silently, what it would feel like to be included.
And also it was either adapt, or be left behind. Or worse—be discarded by Noah if she proved herself useless.
And so, she did something that surprised everyone.
She asked for help.
And the most surprising thing was who she asked...
She asked Elizabeth.
Because really—if you’re trying to change faster and harder, wouldn’t you go to the one who despises you the most? The one who’ll be the harshest, the most unforgiving?
That’s why they say keep your enemies close.
Or in this case—keep your haters even closer.
And the thing she asked Elizabeth for?
It was simple.
Just one thing.
"Make me integrate into your world. Your family. Your everything."
"Make me feel like I am among you—not just with you."
At her words, all the girls smirked like a devious band of troublemakers.
"Are you all thinking what I’m thinking?" Anya asked with a smirk.
"I believe I’m thinking exactly what you’re thinking," Aphasia replied, mirroring her grin.
"Definitely yes," Neko added, same wicked smirk.
"I’m loving this already," Alice laughed.
"How about we increase her sensitivity?" Zara asked, eyes glittering with mischief.
Selene and Elira stood to the side, smiling, clearly amused.
Dominique and Lilith looked at each other.
"What if we show her?" Dominique offered.
"Exactly what I was thinking. You know me so well, dear daughter," Lilith said with a laugh.
"It’s because you’re a whore, Mother. Your thoughts are easy to predict," Dominique replied without missing a beat.
Lilith’s smile froze. She turned her head slowly toward her smirking daughter.
"You’re worse, dear daughter."
Dominique burst into laughter.
Christelle stood nearby, smiling quietly.
Even Emily was entertained.
Only Justicia sat in silence, looking at everyone with confused eyes, not understanding what the hell was going on.
She turned to Elizabeth—only to see the same devilish smirk on her lips.
"Don’t worry," Elizabeth said softly, "you’ll love it."
And indeed—
Soon after, Justicia was watching the sex session between Noah, Dominique, and Lilith. She saw everything. From Noah’s dick, to his cum, to the way Dominique and Lilith moaned, the way their throbbing pussies clenched around him, how their assholes were stretched and pounded without mercy, how they screamed filthy words without an ounce of shame.
She watched all of it.
And she felt it.
By the end of it, Justicia’s pussy was drenched.
She slowly turned her head toward Elizabeth, who was looking at her with a knowing smile.
"It’s only the first time. More will come," she said before disappearing.
Because this was the only way to make her fall faster—and fall harder.
Did the women mind it?
Clearly, no.
Were they becoming more and more degenerate?
Clearly, yes.
Were they loving it?
Definitely.
But am I loving it?
Certainly.
...
In the very center of the Elysiari Realm, Noah stood alongside Noelle.
In Noah’s hand was the core of Laeh—the one he was supposed to integrate into the very center of his realm to birth a world.
A true world.
Noah stood there, a little excited now that the time had come to not only heal, but complete his realm.
"How will we do this?" Noah asked, glancing toward Noelle, who stood nearby, observing the core of the realm—a magnificent sight—with complete indifference.
At Noah’s voice, she turned and answered, "The reason why this task would’ve been difficult for you is that you need at least an aspect of space authority to speed it up."
"And I have one. So I can help you integrate this core into your realm. But..."
She paused, looking again at the realm.
"This realm seems to be inside your soul. That’s pretty cool. Since it’s a realm, it’s not too heavy or big to shoulder. But... if you transform it into a world..."
She stopped for a moment, then continued.
"Then your realm will forcefully detach from your soul and exist as an independent world. And the process of detachment will be very painful... and could even permanently damage your soul."
Noelle looked at Noah, serious now.
"So I advise you—separate your realm from your soul first. Then proceed."
Noah listened carefully, registering her words.
He remembered the day he created this realm—after creating it, his women had believed in him more than even the world Laeh did. So he placed the realm inside his soul.
Placed.
That was the word.
He didn’t fuse it. He just put it in.
At that thought, Noah smiled softly.
"You must’ve lived a very long time, Noelle," he said casually, careful not to say she was old. He had learned his lesson with Elira.
Noelle nodded. "Long enough to see many things."
"Have you ever heard of someone with a whole world inside him?" Noah asked, smiling.
At that question, Noelle paused a little. "No. I never did."
"Not even the two abominations...?" he asked again.
"Not even them. It’s not something they would want to do, based on what I know about them," Noelle replied, her eyes briefly thoughtful.
Noah’s smile widened.
"Seems like it’s time to get another title."
—End of Chapter 215—