Reincarnated as an Evil Harem God

"Today is the day of the adventurer's gathering, isn't it?" Iselynne asked, her voice light but humming with excitement, her eyes sparkling like polished gems. There was something different about her now—something alive and vibrant.

It was the first time in her life she felt like she was finally stepping into the world, her world. Not as someone's possession, not as a tool, not as the forgotten daughter chained to the fate others picked for her. No. Now she stood beside Sylvaris as his woman and his mate. And today, she would walk into that hall of adventurers as a free spirit.

"Yeah," Sylvaris replied lazily, his voice heavy with that quiet, satisfied confidence that only came after fucking a woman into worship for hours. He lay sprawled across the bed, half-naked, only partially covered by a thin blanket that clung to his lower body. His muscles flexed beneath his skin with every subtle movement, the scent of last night's marathon still hanging thick in the room—sweat, sex, and the faint, sweet aroma of her arousal still lingering.

And while he spoke, his prize moved through the room—completely naked, like she had forgotten what shame was. No, not forgotten. She simply no longer had any. She was his now. Owned. Loved. Worshipped.

His eyes followed her every movement. She wasn't even trying to tease him—her hips just swayed naturally, that silver-blue hair swishing behind her as she paced across the wooden floor, gathering her clothes, humming softly under her breath like some blissfully broken maiden lost in her own happiness.

But Sylvaris's gaze never left her ass.

Those round, perfect cheeks bounced softly with each step, faint red handprints still marking her flesh from where he had gripped her through the night. The soft morning light broke through the window shutters, casting streaks of gold across her glistening skin. The way her thighs parted with each step made his cock twitch beneath the thin cover.

Fuck... that ass alone is enough to wake the beast again.

His length stirred beneath the blanket, already growing, already hardening as his hunger reignited. His desire for her never truly faded—it only settled, like a predator resting after a feast, always ready to hunt again at any moment. He could easily take her right there again. Bend her over the edge of the bed, feel her body tremble under his hands, watch the mixture of his seed and her juices leak from her ruined cunt as he filled her up one more time.

But he restrained himself. For now. She needed rest. She had earned that much after last night's endless fucking.

Even though his body could go for days without faltering, his women couldn't yet. Not without reinforcements. And that was why expanding his harem wasn't just desire—it was necessity. His system demanded it. His instincts demanded it.

More wives meant longer sessions. Continuous. Rotating. One could ride him while another recovered. And he could go on forever.

The Harem God System pulsed softly in the back of his mind, now at Level 20 after the wild, brutal breeding session they had endured together. It had been an experience that shattered even his own limits—and the rewards had come flooding in.

[System Level: 20]

[Bonus: Enhanced Recovery – Full stamina restored after orgasm.]

[Bonus: Breeder's Potency – Semen volume increased by 300%.]

[Bonus: Endless Passion – Extended erection duration without strain.]

[Bonus: New Ability Unlocked – Performance Boosts (Passive Stacking)]

Sylvaris smirked slightly to himself.Performance bonuses. Whatever the hell that means.

The system hadn't exactly bothered explaining it, but based on how Iselynne still twitched, soaked and dripping after every round, he had a pretty good idea. The way her womb had eagerly accepted every load, the way her moans turned to desperate begging even after her mind was fogged and broken — these weren't coincidences. The bonuses were already working.

And now... Now it was only the beginning.

The adventurer's gathering would mark the start of the next phase. Stronger women. Stronger bloodlines. More power. He could sense it. Today would not only bring him attention—it would bring him options.

And Iselynne was about to walk into that hall not as a slave or daughter, but as the new jewel of his growing harem. A woman who carried his seed in her womb, his mark glowing faintly on her skin, her body forever branded as belonging to him.

He licked his lips as he watched her bend over slightly, picking up her robe from the floor.

One more round before we leave wouldn't hurt...

But he forced himself to relax back into the bed.

Tonight, he promised himself. Tonight I'll reward her again.

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Iselynne finally slipped into her robes, her body still glowing faintly under the morning light. She turned toward him with a playful smile, her voice soft but eager.

"Shall we go, Sylvaris?"

He pushed himself up from the bed slowly, letting the blanket fall, exposing his naked, still-powerful frame. His golden eyes narrowed as he stood and reached for his coat, his mind already drifting far beyond the comfort of this small inn room.

"Yeah," he said, pulling his sword belt tight around his waist. "Let's see what this world has to offer us today."

The two of them stepped out into the streets.

The city was alive.

The Adventurer's Gathering had already transformed the streets into a pulsing sea of life. Stalls lined the roads selling rare goods. Banners fluttered in the breeze. Powerful warriors strutted through the crowd, their armors gleaming beneath the sun.

But Sylvaris wasn't looking at the weapons. No. His eyes caught something far more interesting.

Women.

Dozens of them.

They moved in small groups, dressed for battle but carrying themselves like goddesses—warrior princesses, sorceresses, beastkin, elves, all walking with confidence, their tight-fitting armors leaving very little to the imagination. Steel breastplates that curved perfectly around heavy chests, high-slit skirts revealing powerful thighs wrapped in leather straps, cloaks fluttering behind them as their hips swayed with every step.

His golden eyes narrowed, lips twitching into a smirk.

"Interesting…" he whispered under his breath.

Iselynne, walking beside him, noticed the glint in his eyes. She bit her lip but said nothing. She had already accepted it. She was his first. But she wouldn't be his last.

Sylvaris exhaled, his blood stirring again. His system pulsed softly.

[Potential Harem Members Detected]

His smirk widened.

So many gems waiting to be claimed.

The hunt begins