Reborn With The Milf "Harem" System

The air in the darkened corridor still smelled of blood and dust, heavy with the echo of Saki's laughter fading into the night. My pulse thundered in my ears, but it wasn't fear anymore. It was hunger. A hunger that matched the trembling woman pressed against me.

Rika's nails dug into my shirt as if I were the only thing tethering her to reality. Her body quivered, her breath ragged, her wide eyes flickering between panic and something rawer, something that had been buried deep under years of restraint.

"Renji…" Her voice cracked, breaking apart like glass. "I… I thought she would— I thought I'd lose you."

Her lips trembled as if the words themselves were knives. I saw the wet glisten of tears on her lashes, and yet her body betrayed her. She pressed closer, thighs squeezing together, the scent of her arousal cutting through the metallic tang of blood in the air.

I cupped her chin, forcing her to look up at me. Her fear, her shame, her desire everything bled into her eyes at once.

"You won't lose me, Rika." My voice was low, steady, iron wrapped in fire. "Not to her. Not to anyone."

Her tears spilled then, a choked sob escaping her throat. But instead of pushing me away, she surged forward—mouth colliding with mine in a bruising kiss. Desperation poured into me, her tongue seeking, her teeth scraping. This wasn't gentle. This wasn't the tender need she'd shown before.

This was feral. Hungry. Terrified of silence.

Her body writhed against mine, her tits crushed to my chest, nipples hard through the thin fabric of her blouse. She broke the kiss only long enough to pant against my lips, her breath hot, frantic.

"Fuck me, Renji… please… I need!" Her voice cracked again, tears mixing with lust. "I need you to erase her. I need to feel you. Only you."

The System flared alive in my head, its voice molten and merciless.

> [Emotional Sync: MAX.]

[Lust Sync: MAX.]

[New Passive Unlocked: Fear Conversion – Traumatic fear will transmute into heightened arousal when synced partner is in proximity.]

My cock twitched violently at the notification, and the way Rika shuddered in my arms told me she felt the pulse of it pressing against her stomach.

Her panties must already be soaked.

I spun her around, slamming her back against the cold wall. She gasped, her legs parting instinctively, her skirt riding up to reveal the trembling skin of her thighs. I didn't ask for permission, I didn't need to. Her body screamed yes even as her voice whimpered.

I tore at her blouse, buttons scattering across the dusty floor. Her bra did nothing to hide her swollen tits, her nipples straining against the lace. My mouth latched onto one immediately, teeth biting just hard enough to make her cry out.

"Renji—ahhh! Fuck—!"

Her hands clawed at my hair, pushing me deeper, demanding more even as her sobs shook her chest. Tears rolled down her cheeks, dripping into her open mouth when I kissed her again, swallowing both her cries and her shame.

I slid my hand up her thigh, fingers finding the drenched heat between her legs. Her panties were a ruined mess, clinging to her pussy as if they were begging me to shred them.

I did.

Fabric tore under my fingers, her cunt exposed, glistening and dripping in the dim light. Her legs immediately wrapped around my waist, her soaked pussy grinding against my bulge.

"Renji… please… fuck me now," she begged, her voice ragged, throat raw from crying and moaning. "Claim me—make me forget her!"

Her nails raked across my back, tearing through fabric, drawing faint lines of pain that only pushed me deeper into frenzy. Her thighs locked tighter around me, her cunt dripping against the outline of my cock, hot and needy.

I didn't waste time. My zipper ripped open, the thick weight of my shaft springing free. Rika's eyes widened at the sheer heat pressing against her folds, her lips trembling, half in terror, half in lust.

"Renji… you're too!" She couldn't finish, her words choked by a sharp cry when I dragged the swollen head of my cock along her slit. Her pussy was molten, soaking me instantly, her juices slicking every inch.

Her fear wasn't fading. It was fueling her. Every shiver, every sob, every frantic moan her trauma was burning itself into lust, exactly as the System promised.

[Fear Conversion Active.]

[Rika's Trauma transmuted: +120% Arousal Surge.]

[System Notice: Your dominance has become her only anchor.]

I thrust into her hard.

Her scream split the air, echoing off the empty corridor, a perfect cocktail of pain and bliss. Her walls clenched violently, trying to fight me, trying to take me all at once. Her tears spilled again, but this time her cries weren't begging me to stop.

They were begging me never to stop.

"R-Renji! F-fuck—ahhh—fuck, you're splitting me open!"

I slammed deeper, her cunt stretching, swallowing more and more of me until her womb kissed the blunt crown of my cock. She convulsed in my arms, her head thrown back, hair sticking to her damp face.

Her pussy milked me instantly, her first orgasm tearing through her as if she'd been waiting for this exact moment to break. Her nails dug bloody crescents into my shoulders, her scream muffled only when I claimed her mouth again.

I swallowed her sobs, biting her lip, owning her desperation. Her body quaked in aftershocks, but I wasn't done. Not even close.

I pulled almost all the way out, leaving just the tip stretching her ruined entrance, before slamming back in with brutal force. The impact made her tits bounce violently, her blouse hanging open, bra half torn.

"Renji! Ahhh! Harder—yes, harder! Fuck me until she's gone! Until only you exist!"

Her words broke into moans, into shrieks, into a chant of my name. She wasn't just clinging to me for comfort, she was offering herself as proof of her devotion. As if the deeper I carved into her body, the safer she would feel.

And I gave her exactly what she begged for.

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Her walls clamped around me like a vice, wet, trembling, but greedy for more. Every thrust was a punishment, every impact a brand I carved into her body. Rika's legs shook violently as she clung to me, her voice a mix of sobbing fear and delirious ecstasy.

Her tits bounced with each brutal stroke, her blouse long torn open, bra hanging uselessly. Her nipples were swollen, raw from my teeth. I bit her collarbone, leaving a mark, and she screamed, arching her back, shoving more of her body against mine as if begging me to leave proof of my claim all over her.

[Fear Conversion Intensifying.]

[Partner entering frenzy state. Additional arousal surge: +80%.]

[Warning: Physical overload imminent. Partner may break without proper regulation.]

The System's warning flashed, but I didn't slow down. I knew exactly how much she could take. I wasn't breaking her, i was reforging her.

"Renji—Renji—Renji!" Her voice cracked, collapsing into incoherence. She didn't even know if she was crying or laughing anymore. Her tears smeared across my jaw when I kissed her, her breath sharp and shallow between desperate moans.

I pinned her wrists above her head, slamming her against the wall, my cock buried so deep inside her pussy that her womb trembled every time I bottomed out.

"You're mine, Rika. Not hers. Not anyone's. Say it."

She shook her head frantically, not in denial but in surrender. Her lips parted, broken words spilling out like a confession:

"I'm yours....fuck.....I'm only yours! Take me.....claim me.....erase everything but you!"

Her pussy convulsed, spasming violently around my cock as another orgasm ripped through her. Her scream cracked into a sob, and still I didn't stop. My thrusts only grew harder, faster, a frenzy fueled by the way her body begged for every brutal stroke.

She clung to me with everything she had, her nails tearing at my shoulders, her legs locking tighter, her cunt dripping down my thighs.

"Renji—I can't—ahhh—I can't take anymore—"

"Yes, you can," I growled into her ear, biting down hard enough to make her yelp.

"Because I won't let you shatter. I'll hold every broken piece together while I fuck the fear out of you."

The moment I said it, her body arched violently, her back slamming against the wall, her pussy clamping down with a force that nearly milked me dry. Her orgasm detonated inside her like a bomb, her scream raw and primal, echoing down the empty corridor.

And I kept driving into her, forcing her through it, riding her body past every limit she thought she had.

By the time she collapsed in my arms, trembling, soaked, her eyes unfocused from the sheer overload, the only thing anchoring her was the way my cock still stretched her open, refusing to let her forget who she belonged to.

[Fear Conversion Complete.]

[Trauma successfully transmuted: Emotional stability restored.]

[Passive Upgrade: Anchor Bond – Partner's fear will now instinctively seek your presence as the only safe ground.]

Her lips trembled against mine as she whispered hoarsely, barely able to form the words:

"Don't… ever… let me go."

And I didn't answer. I just fucked her harder.

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She was a heat-sick animal in my arms, trembling and raw and begging for absolution. Every bite, every thrust, every rough whisper, each one was a promise, a lie, a vow rolled into one: I would not let that shadow claim her.

When she came again it was like the world detonated. Her legs locked around my hips with a white-knuckled grip, nails raking into my shoulders until blood and sweat slicked our skin. Her back arched, hips pulling up to meet me, and the sound she made was less a human cry than something feral and sacred. I drove into that need until my vision thinned.

My breath came ragged, a staccato of hot pulls; my hand found the place on her throat where she liked the pressure, a mark of control and of protection. She answered me with more than words with the way her body clenched and opened and clung.

"Come for me," I told her, low, relentless.

She did.

The second my release built, the world narrowed to the hot pull of muscle and the wet, tight cradle of her. I followed, hard and deep, my body folding over hers as everything in me burned and spilled inside her. I felt her convulse around me, felt her sobs shudder into soft whimpers as the aftershocks rolled through her. For a breathless instant there was nothing but that fierce, messy union, fear braided into lust, then washed away in heat.

When it eased, I didn't pull out. I stayed buried in her, chest heaving, hands splayed across her back as if to keep every trembling muscle pressed to me. The corridor around us hummed faintly with the city at night, but that sound might as well have been a million miles away. Here, everything shrank to the steady beat of two racing hearts.

Her fingers threaded through my hair, weak and searching. "Don't… don't let me go," she whispered, voice raw and hopeful at once.

I swallowed, kissed the hollow under her jaw, tasted salt and release. "Never," I said. My voice was rough, but steady, the kind of promise you keep because you've made worse promises and kept them. "Not to her. Not to anyone."

The system chimed once, soft, confirming. The glow of that UI in my head felt like a pulse through my chest.

> [Fear Conversion: COMPLETE]

[Emotional Sync: +25%]

[Passive Gained: Anchor Bond confirmed — partner seeks your presence as safety.]

She exhaled against me, a small, broken sound that held more relief than any words could. Her breath slowed, each inhale drawing more of the scattered pieces back together. I slid my hand down her arm, pressed my palm to her stomach where my cum still warmed her, and felt the fragile, sticky evidence of what we'd done, proof, in the most intimate sense, that she'd chosen me and that I'd kept her.

After a long while of holding each other, I rocked us slowly, the tenderness seeping in like thawing ice. I cleaned the new red marks on her shoulders with the flat of my fingers, murmuring nonsense to steady her. She kept leaning into me, forehead to chest, murmuring my name like a prayer.

"Tomorrow," she said at last, voice soft, "we… fight."

"We'll fight," I agreed. "But tonight, you sleep. I'm watching."

She tried to smile and failed, then relaxed into sleep anyway, fragile and exhausted and finally unafraid or at least protected enough to sleep.

I stayed awake longer, arms wrapped around her. The system's presence in my head was quiet for the first time since this thing had shown up: satisfied, recording, and already calculating what the next unlock would be. I was already thinking ahead , archives, witnesses, rituals that might bind a thing like Saki — but none of that mattered at the moment.

For now there was a warm, small body in my arms that would wake to find me still there.

And that was everything.