Reincarnated as an Evil Harem God

Her smile was playful, her gaze shimmering with a thousand unspoken words—yet Sylvaris couldn't read a single one. This fox felt so mysterious this morning. Almost... too mysterious. Not to mention the dream he'd had of her last night, her lips wrapped around his cock, sucking him slow and deep.

But there's no way… right? It was just a dream. He groaned, clutching his throbbing temples. Feels like a truck hit me last night. His entire body ached, drained of energy, sore down to the bone.

His hand moved instinctively toward his system window... Wait. When the hell did I reach level 8 in my Harem God path?

His finger stilled mid-motion. His gaze locked onto Faylira—her slender hips swaying in a fluid rhythm as she expertly cooked the rabbits over the crackling fire. The mouthwatering aroma of tender meat filled the cold morning air, mingling with the raw scent of the wild. Her silver tails swirled behind her, each one weaving an intricate dance, their movements like whispered secrets—every flick and sway tugging at the deepest threads of his emotions.

And then it clicked. It wasn't just a dream.

She really had drained him dry last night, her lips and tongue worshipping his dick while he was unconscious. No doubt about it. He remembered vividly hitting level 7 after ravaging Liraeth. But level 8? That came out of nowhere.

Liraeth now stood nearby, her lithe form aligned with Faylira's as they conversed awkwardly, the cold forest air swirling between them. But Sylvaris's mind was already racing. How had he leveled up so unexpectedly? He hadn't felt a thing, no surge of energy, no ripple of power, just the satisfaction of having taken what he wanted. And then nothing.

This isn't fun. Poor little Sylvaris sulked in silence, annoyed that he wasn't the one holding the reins. He liked it when the desire was visible, when he could see the hunger in Faylira's eyes, hear the need in her breath, feel her trembling under him. Not this—this sneaky, teasing, smug little fox who had the audacity to suck him dry while he was unconscious.

HAAH! Now how's that feel?

Poetic, isn't it? The great Harem God, outplayed by a girl with fluffy tails and a wicked mouth. The same man who made the elf ride him like a mare in heat, now on the receiving end of his own medicine. No control. No warning. No memory. Just a sticky dream and a level-up he didn't feel earned with the girl he thought he could outmaneuver.

And no, you couldn't stop it this time, Author. That's right! I win! This round's mine! Hehe.

Anyway, let's get back to our little mess and see how Sylvaris plans to recover his pride. Maybe he'll pounce on her now and reclaim dominance. Or maybe—just maybe—he'll play the long game, simmering in his frustration while pretending to be composed. Oh, how noble.

He found his pants tossed aside and yanked them up, but left the shirt stained in blood and sweat. No point in covering what he could weaponize. His glistening abs caught the flicker of firelight, shamelessly exposed for the two women by the flames. A casual trap, of course. He wasn't going to bring up the night's events—not yet. Not with Liraeth so close.

No, he'd wait. Wait until he and the fox were alone. Then he could drag her into a corner, press her down, and return the favor. Properly. Thoroughly. With full awareness this time. Because if she wanted his cock that bad... she should have asked.

"Ah, Mr. Sylvaris… You're… awake." Faylira's voice dripped with silk, one of her tails accidentally brushing against his waist. A jolt surged through his spine. His body tensed. Electricity danced down his nerves like her fur carried lightning.

This damned fox… She dared to tease him like that? In front of Liraeth? Did she really think he wouldn't whip his cock out and remind her who she was playing with if she pushed too far?

"Yawn… yeah… good morning…" he muttered, forcing a stretch and rubbing his eyes, pretending nothing happened. His nose twitched as the scent of roasted meat hit him, rich and heavy with flavor. He sniffed the air like a starving wolf. "Those rabbits smell amazing. Where'd you get them from?" He scratched his empty stomach, saliva already pooling on his tongue.

"Sylvaris!" the elf interrupted, feeling something in her heart pull her to drag him away from the fox. "Wait! I'll feed you!" Liraeth scrambled to pull one of the skewered rabbits off the fire. It was perfectly done. She didn't eat meat herself, so that meant—yes, both were for him. Her cheeks flushed at the thought, and her hands trembled slightly. Feeding him… letting him bite from her fingers… it was too much. Just the thought made her nervous.

Her nipples stiffened beneath the blanket, shamefully perking under the cold and the rush of sinful daydreams. Sylvaris's eyes flicked over—and stopped.

They were impossible to ignore. Two perfect peaks pressed insistently against the thin fabric, the blanket clinging like a second skin around her chest. Those heavy tits already tempted him every time she breathed, but now? Gods, forget the rabbits. If he could feast on those massive giants first thing in the morning, he'd be more than satisfied. But his stomach had other plans.

GUUUURRRRRGHHH—The needy snarl of his belly cut through the air like a feral beast demanding meat.

A soft, melodic chuckle escaped Liraeth's lips, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "Heh... someone's hungry..." she teased, her voice lilting and light, like a playful breeze brushing against his skin. The sound of her laughter was gentle, yet it carried a warmth that seemed to melt through the tension of the moment.

Sylvaris felt a flush of warmth creep across his face, a hint of embarrassment flickering beneath his usual stoic demeanor, but strangely, it didn't bother him. There was something oddly satisfying about it—something magnetic about the way she could make him feel both exposed and desired.

His gaze stayed fixed on her as she swiftly moved, her knees bending with grace as she lowered herself to kneel before him. Her posture, poised and yet undeniably enticing, sent a pulse of heat through his body, making it harder to ignore the hunger within him that wasn't just for the food.

When she knelt beside him, the blanket slipped—just a little. Enough to expose the soft, bare curve of her right nipple. And she didn't even cover it up. Didn't even blink. As if offering herself like breakfast was her way of saying good morning.To her, it was a blessing in disguise. To Sylvaris, it was damn near divine.

"Say ahhh~" she whispered sweetly, her voice brushing his skin softer than the morning breeze.

Shit… why is she already acting like my true wife? We're only bound by the system. I never even got to give her a proper marriage at the church…

He swallowed hard, both from hunger and something deeper gnawing at him.

Damn… I really hit the jackpot.