Landlord World - Start with SSS talent-Chapter 355: Noan and Carlotta – Catherine’s Sensation

Noan had once seen Catherine, but that was only an old memory.

In most cases, Empress Catherine would never reveal her true face.

Noan looked at Carlotta in confusion, frowning as he asked: "Why are you letting me see her?"

Hearing that, Carlotta gave an evil smile and said: "As I said, I’ll show you something interesting."

"Interesting?!"

Carlotta didn’t explain further. She raised her left hand, grasped it with her right, and then...

Crack!

"Huh?!" Noan was startled when he saw Carlotta break her own arm. The bone pierced through her skin, blood gushing out like a fountain.

He quickly grabbed her, shouting: "Damn it! Are you insane?"

Carlotta was surprised at his reaction, her face slightly flushed, but then she laughed: "Did you forget that I’m immortal?"

"Ah!" Noan blinked, then laughed awkwardly: "Hahaha..."

Carlotta laughed as she pointed toward the floating sheet of ice. Noan turned his gaze there and was instantly shocked by what he saw.

Catherine was sitting in a chamber, reading a report when she suddenly frowned, sweat breaking out, clutching her left arm with her right hand, her expression filled with pain and discomfort.

"Ah! That’s..." Noan gasped, looking back at Carlotta, seeing her arm healing quickly, then turned again toward Catherine.

At this moment, Catherine’s expression had steadied. The pain was gone, replaced entirely by anger.

"This is..." Noan looked at Catherine, then back at Carlotta. In his heart he felt he had realized something, but doubt lingered.

"Exactly what you’re thinking." Carlotta smiled. "She and I share sensations. But right now, it seems only she feels mine."

"Why?" Noan frowned.

Carlotta shrugged indifferently. "I don’t know. Perhaps because she’s too cold. She is fire, yet colder than ice, without a shred of emotion."

"As for me... I am ice, yet as passionate as fire."

She spoke while extending her finger to lightly tap the tip of Noan’s nose.

"Ah! I’d say you’re as evil as ice."

BAM!

The moment he finished, Noan’s abdomen exploded again, but seconds later he resurrected.

He sighed: "Oy! Can’t I even joke? I think you’re ice, but your temper burns like fire."

"Huh!" Carlotta curled her lip and snorted disdainfully.

"So..." Noan furrowed his brows. "All those things you’ve done to me were just to anger Catherine?"

"Hahaha..." Carlotta laughed loudly. "Exactly. That wretch and those rotten humans dared to imprison me here—shouldn’t I have my revenge?"

Noan raised his thumb, speaking seriously: "Yes, revenge like this—I like it very much."

Carlotta scoffed: "Ah! Looks like the one who benefits most is still you. In that case..."

She suddenly sat on his lap, smiling: "Let’s do something fun together, enough to melt that block of ice. Do you agree?"

Noan immediately nodded: "To help you—it is my honor."

Then Carlotta leaned down, pressing her lips to his. The two were far too accustomed to this, quickly entering battle mode.

"Um... mmm..." Noan suddenly sensed something, his eyes widening.

He felt Carlotta’s tongue, cold as ice. Though strange, the sensation carried a unique thrill that intoxicated him.

Smurf~ Smurf~ Smurf~

"Mn... mm... Uhm..." Carlotta clamped down on Noan’s tongue, sucking hard enough to cause him pain. But that pain fused with desire, creating a chaotic ecstasy.

And Noan loved it. That feeling brought him novelty—and true stimulation.

...

Inside her study.

Catherine had now created a magic dome, preventing anyone from peeking or eavesdropping on her.

She looked at her left hand, frowned, and muttered: "Strange — could that bitch have been attacked?"

After saying that, Catherine shook her head and immediately denied it: "No! She’s that strong — how could she have been attacked? She must have done this on purpose to make me feel pain."

Catherine knew full well that Carlotta wanted to torment her through the shared-sensation link, but this little pain could not make her submit.

"Huh! It’s only a bit of pain." Catherine muttered: "Before, I once... Hm?!"

Just as the pain faded, that damned sensation swept over her again.

Catherine gritted her teeth, feeling as if someone were kissing her — no, worse than a kiss. She could clearly feel her tongue being clamped and sucked by someone, and then the inside of her mouth being explored by that tongue in every corner.

"Um... mm... mm... You bastard... you... um..." Catherine could not form words; the strange sensation spread through her body.

Hot, itchy, and yet it made her dizzy with longing.

’No good! I must calm down.’ Catherine began to realize the abnormality: she seemed to be adapting to this feeling of desire taking over her mind.

She clenched her teeth and tried to use magic to lock her mind away, but suddenly she opened her eyes wide and looked downward.

"Damn it! That bitch... who the hell infiltrated that seal?!"

"AGH!!!" Catherine cried out, but the scream carried no hint of pain — instead it was filled with the blaze of lust.

She could clearly feel her breasts being touched, roughly kneaded by someone.

But that feeling made her body hotter, as if she had a fever.

"No... not there!" Catherine snapped her legs shut as if trying to block something, yet her body welcomed the lust — not hers, but Carlotta’s.

Of course, however hard she tried to resist, it was meaningless.

Catherine gritted her teeth, her eyes wet, feeling horribly humiliated.

"You bitch! If I find you, I’ll kill you, tear you to pieces! AGH!!!"

...

In the ice cavern, Carlotta leaned back against Noan’s chest, while his hands were not idle, kneading her small breasts.

Although they were small, their elasticity and softness truly intoxicated him; he could not let go.

Carlotta glanced at the floating pane of ice. Though she could not hear Catherine’s screams and moans, seeing Catherine’s face full of extreme discomfort and anger thrilled Carlotta immensely.

"Hahaha... look, she seems to be really enjoying it."

Hearing that, Noan looked at the ice pane and thought inwardly: ’If Catherine knew I was the one doing this, would she burn me to ashes?’

Although he felt some worry, that mix of fear, anxiety, and immersion in lust stimulated him.

"Um... you... agh... gently..." Carlotta moaned; she felt Noan’s fingers playing with her small nipples.

The sensation was a little painful but also immensely pleasurable, making her unable to help but moan.

In the pane, Catherine twisted her body as if struggling against what she was feeling.

Noan, although worried, thought that Catherine certainly did not know it was him — and that very worry only excited him further, making him more reckless.

"Um... mm..." Carlotta panted, the ecstasy making her completely relax, resting her whole body against him.

Noan grew more and more frenzied; one hand slowly moved downward.

Carlotta opened her eyes slightly, aware of what he intended.

Noan stopped his hand and looked at her.

Suddenly she smiled, then kissed his lips.

Noan’s worry vanished; his hand immediately attacked downward, exploring that forbidden region.

"Mm... um... mm..." Carlotta no longer cared about anything, savoring a glimmer of light in a seemingly endless time imprisoned here.

Of course, Catherine was not at all comfortable — feeling ashamed and angry yet powerless, unable to do anything until she felt on the verge of exploding. Then her body convulsed violently, and Catherine sensed the torment slowly fade.

Catherine collapsed onto the floor, panting, her face still flushed like fire, sweat pouring down as if taking a shower. Most notably, the lower part of her body was soaking wet.

She was furious, began to change clothes, but the garments she removed turned to ash in her hands.

Catherine ground her teeth: "Damn you! Carlotta, don’t let me find you, or I’ll make you regret ever existing."