Reincarnated as an Evil Harem God

You should've seen this from up close; haha! The smug, cocky bastard Sylvaris, the wolf in the sheep's clothing, was suddenly reduced to a twitching mess the moment his sisters' eyes locked onto the bulge in his pants. The erection was trying to jailbreak through the fabric like it had a mind of its own, and the girls, bless their innocence, were still in that tender teenage stage where "manly needs" were something out of a forbidden scroll.

And oh, they stared... Their faces were left burning crimson, and stunned expressions were painting their faces stupid. They had never expected to see their brother in this light. But there it was, his glorious giant, ruining the innocence of his sisters.

"B-Brother, you—You!! How dare you!!"—SLAP!—A thunderous slap rang out, echoing like a divine punishment from the Sister League. Lurevia's handprint was left glowing on his cheek like a cursed rune. The other two sisters shrieked in sync and bolted away, skirts flapping, too mortified to speak.

All except Seralyne...

Sweet, yet not-so-innocent Seralyne lingered longer than she should have, her wide eyes locked helplessly on the obscene bulge twitching in her half-brother's pants like it was the holy grail she'd prayed for in her filthiest dreams. She had been nursing a hopeless crush on Sylvaris for years; hidden glances, whispered fantasies; stolen night thoughts where he held her tighter than a brother should... And now her innocent little brain was writing erotic fanfiction faster than she could breathe. Her cheeks burned crimson, her breath hitched, and her fingers twitched like she wanted to reach out and touch.

Just once… I want to feel my brother's treasure… Her lust was poisoning her reasoning, making her forget the taboo of incest.

But duty intervened. Velmyra squeaked, "What are you doing staring at Big Brother? Come, let's get out of here before his monster is unleashed!" She yanked her by the arm with the force of a divine commandment and dragged her away before she did something wildly regrettable... or worse, unforgettable.

And look at him now... the poor beloved MC, the favorite of the Author, Sylvaris... the future Harem God... Just looking at this is making me puke. He sprawled flat on the courtyard grass like an idiot who'd just taken a divine smiting. His cock still stood proudly at full mast, like it hadn't just traumatized half his bloodline, while his entire harem stood nearby—too stunned to move, and some, not pointing fingers, too amused to intervene.

But how could she ever hold in her laughter? "Pffft… Hahaha!" Faylira burst into uncontrollable hysteria, completely losing it. The fox girl dropped to her knees, clutching her stomach, her nine white tails with green tips twitching uncontrollably behind her as laughter choked the air.

"I swear," she gasped between wheezes, "your dick has better dramatic timing than you do!"

Sylvaris groaned and slapped both hands over his face. If the earth opened up beneath him, he would've gladly let it swallow his shame whole. Just you wait, Faylira, you slut... I'll make sure to punish you in bed tonight. Maybe I'll take your damn ass today... How about that? Wonder if she'll dare to laugh when I actually do it.

Faylira wiped tears from her eyes, breathless. "You're lucky you're cute, or I'd be summoning the city guards."

Liraeth glided in next, arms folded beneath her cloak, violet eyes gleaming with restrained amusement. She looked like an immortal sorceress trying very hard not to laugh.

"So much for your triumphant return to the capital," she said smoothly, her gaze dipping to his pants for just a moment too long. "You certainly know how to... leave an impression."

"Not you too, Liraeth... I have enough on my shoulders with this fox fucking with my mental health, and now you join her side? Shit, might as well live alone..." he joked, but the looks on the women's faces had all shifted slightly, turning into something troubled, as if his leaving would shatter their lives.

"How dare you? Y-You..." Liraeth wanted to hit him, but she wasn't brave enough to mess with a man who could easily knock her out with his dick alone. The memories alone brought her to shame, she never wanted to lose to him again.

Lilith interrupted, her naked thighs stealing the spotlight, her hips swaying slowly from side to side seductively, yet soaked in venom that invited one to their last meal.

She stared down at him like he was a stain beneath her boot, even if it was an offense to the divinity she had devoted her life to. Her lip curled in disgust, but there was that twisted glint in her eye, the one that said she was less outraged by his sin and more displeased with how he handled his affairs.

"Your sisters are scarred. And most importantly, your reputation as a dominant master is now smeared. Yet look at you... your cock is still saluting... How... Pathetic."

"Very nice of you, holy nun, but I think you still have something white on your lips… wouldn't it be my cum?" Sylvaris shot back, no longer holding anything in. He had won this round against Lilith again. She turned her head away sharply, hand instinctively reaching up to wipe her mouth—though there was nothing there. The damage, however, was already done. Her attack crumbled, her defense shattered under Sylvaris's overwhelming presence.

She didn't say anything else. Only stole a few more glances at his cock before turning away, slipping to the side like she suddenly didn't want to be seen—as if afraid that if she lingered a moment longer, she really might be forced to drop to her knees and suck him right then and there.

And then Miren stepped forward.

The shy-on-the-outside, wild-on-the-inside little nun, her expression painted with wide-eyed wonder and trembling breath. Her lips parted slowly, a pink tongue flicking out to wet them, and her voice came out barely above a whisper.

"You're... still hard?" Her gaze dropped to the thick, pulsing outline stretching the fabric of his pants, and didn't look away. In that moment, a heartbeat passed. "How about I help you deal with it, Master Sylvaris?" she offered sweetly, with a teasing tilt of her head. "My mouth shall be yours... if you only ask~"

Sylvaris froze... His cock swelled even more, pushing against the cloth with dangerous intent, threatening to rip his pants clean in half.

Who's even writing this? Seriously, Author... cringe.

He knew it hadn't happened out of pride, and not out of power either. Just... overstimulation. His harem had already turned his wildest fantasies into reality, and now, the one he had yet to taste was offering herself to him. How perfect, he thought.

And just when he thought it couldn't get worse, Aureve stepped closer, her body visibly trembling, yet all she left behind was a mystery in his stupid heart.

Her hips swayed with the lazy grace of a woman who knew exactly what she was working with, and her arms came up to cross beneath her tits, pressing the massive mounds together in a subtle squeeze that lifted and showcased her soaked cleavage like a sinful display. The bathwater still clung to her skin, glistening faintly, her damp gown outlining every curve like silk molded to flesh. Every bounce, every jiggle, was a weapon.

And when his cock twitched the moment his eyes scanned her cleavage—bold and hungry, pulsing with memory and heat, Aureve noticed. She froze in place, as if afraid he might rip her dress off then and there if given the chance.

Her eyes widened just enough to betray the spark of recognition, and her arms instinctively drew tighter across her chest, pressing her breasts higher, the soft weight of them rising like an invitation he had already accepted once. That single motion, that silent exchange between them, was the final blow to what little dignity Sylvaris still clung to.

He sat up like a man possessed, sweat dampening his brow, lips parting as the words surged through him like fire bursting from a dam.

"Enough of this circus and tension. I know what you're all thinking, and why I'm like this. Fine—I'll tell you all," he said, breathless, unashamed. "I have a confession to make."

The courtyard went still, awaiting his speech...

Faylira's laughter died mid-giggle, her tails frozen in place. Liraeth blinked slowly, as if the moment had stunned even her ageless grace. Miren covered her mouth with both hands, eyes wide and sparkling. Lilith, ever the predator, arched one eyebrow in the kind of slow, theatrical motion usually reserved for executions. And somewhere in the background, Seralyne dropped something delicate and shrieked.

Sylvaris rose to his feet, brushing dust from his trousers with the sort of fatalistic calm only possessed by lunatics and men about to be murdered by angry women. He cleared his throat once. Twice. And then spoke with a strange pride thickening every word.

"I fucked Aureve yesterday."

The silence that followed was absolute. Not a breath. Not a heartbeat. The world itself seemed to pause in disbelief.

Aureve's face ignited. Her skin flushed a burning red, her mouth opened in a silent gasp, her pupils dilating with sheer disbelief as the words echoed louder than any war cry. Her lips parted, but nothing came at first—until fury finally caught up to shame.

"Wha—You absolute idiot!"