Reincarnated as an Evil Harem God

The soft, marshmallow-like feeling of her breast intoxicated the beast within him.

Shit… this isn't real, is it? I can't believe my life's turned out this perfect…

Sylvaris almost cried from sheer joy.

He pulled her in, releasing his towel. His massive cock, already rock-hard from the heavy seduction hanging in the air, pressed against her belly—hot, thick, and pulsing.

Liraeth's breath hitched. He's burning up… it feels like he'll leave a mark on my belly—his shape branded into me… forever marking me as his.

Her imagination alone made her pussy clench, heat rising through her core. His powerful hands wrapped around her, his face inches from hers, and suddenly, the bathwater felt irrelevant. Her heart pounded. Maybe this wasn't about getting clean after all…

Maybe he should wash me deeper… where only his cock can reach.

Sylvaris could feel her body tremble with anticipation. It was a tremble he knew all too well now—delicate, needy, laced with heat—and it made something in him go blank, wild.

"Clean you, huh?" he murmured, his lips brushing against hers, hot and teasing. His breath ghosted over her skin as he pulled away before their mouths could meet, denying her the kiss she craved.

"Then I can't miss a single spot… not if my dear wife asks."

Without hesitation, he pulled her up into his arms. Her legs wrapped around his waist, her slick heat grinding against the thick length of his cock without her meaning to. It pressed against her like a brand, and she moaned softly, arms slipping around his neck as she clung to him—gaze locked on his with a fire that could melt the very stones beneath them.

Faylira's emerald-green eyes trailed down to Liraeth's exposed ass. She watched every bounce of Sylvaris's heavy balls as he moved, and her tongue darted out over her lips. A sharp, hungry glint sparked in her gaze.

What a body… Her thoughts spiraled as her pussy clenched in response. A real man… a beast worthy of dominating me. Mmm~

She could still remember his taste on her tongue. A wicked little idea bloomed in her mind, curling her lips into a foxy, knowing smile.

Sylvaris stepped into the burning water with Liraeth in his arms. The heat licked up their bodies, wrapping them in a cloud of steam and scent and sin. He moved across the tub, settling into the corner opposite the fox. Liraeth sat in his lap, her back flush against his chest, their bodies locked together like they belonged that way.

Right beside him, a bar of soap rested on a smooth stone shelf—placed there with intention. Neatly. Waiting.

He reached for it slowly, letting the silence grow heavy. His voice was low, almost playful.

Faylira's competitive spirit burned bright, her body pressing closer to him with every step. Her ample breasts brushed against his side, her eyes locking with Liraeth's. The two exchanged a knowing smile—a strange, almost conspiratorial one—that made Sylvaris pause for a moment, wondering what they were plotting.

Before he could overthink it, Faylira slipped into his lap, her body melding with his as she leaned in, her voice a low tease.

"Are you handing out free washes, or are you going to take care of my body as well?"

Sylvaris smirked, enjoying the sight of both women now in his arms. Two exotic beauties. Two massive pairs of breasts. And it was all for him. His hands rested against their soft curves, both of them too close, too tempting.

"Why, is Miss Faylira offering her body to me?" he teased, but she didn't flinch. Instead, her hand slipped beneath the water, sliding up to firmly grip his cock.

"So what if I am?" she purred, her voice a wicked challenge. "Are you going to pass me up? Or will you be a man and show me what true adult life is?" Her breath was hot against his ear, her words sending shivers through him.

From the other side, Liraeth followed suit. With a playful giggle, she leaned in and sank her teeth into his ear, biting down gently, her own lips brushing his skin with electric heat.

Sylvaris's mind buzzed, his body a furnace of desire as both women teased him in perfect synchrony. Their giggles rang out like a seductive melody, their plan laid bare before him. He could feel the tension between them, the heat building like a storm.

[Danger!]

[Heat level is reaching dangerous levels!]

[Women combined lust is over 9000%]

[Faylira's harem member potential has increased to 100%]

[You can add Faylira to your harem after you reach 50% love score]

[Current love score: 16%]

The system messages flashed before his eyes, but Sylvaris didn't care anymore. Lust was running high—and he knew exactly how to use it.

Like they'd rehearsed it a hundred times before, the two women leaned in—tongues flicking at his ears in tandem. Soft licks turned to wet kisses trailing down his neck. Sylvaris shivered as their mouths explored him like he was the prize at the center of a feast.

And beneath the water… their hands weren't idle.

Faylira's fingers wrapped around his cock again, stroking with bold, deliberate hunger. Liraeth, not to be outdone, joined her—her touch dancing over his tip with maddening care, teasing every sensitive ridge.

"Fuck!" Sylvaris growled, pleasure ripping through him like a lightning bolt. He was supposed to be the one washing them, but instead it was like he was being cleansed—licked, kissed, stroked, teased by their sinful tongues and eager hands.

Their mouths tasted him. Salt clung to his skin. He wasn't clean yet… and somehow, that only made their lust grow fiercer.

"Mmmm~ so delicious, Mr. Sylvaris…" Faylira moaned, her tongue dragging along his shoulder. "Your body's too strong… too powerful… it's your fault I feel like this. Your neck, your chest, your scent—it makes my pussy burn. What are you gonna do about that, huh?" Her strokes grew faster beneath the water, her grip tightening with need.

"That's right," Liraeth gasped, her hand never leaving his cock as she climbed into his lap. "You seduced both of us… and now you'll have to take responsibility." Her voice trembled with arousal, her cheeks flushed with heat. "Me and Faylira—we've already agreed to be sisters. So what now, Master?"

Her lips crashed into his, her wet tongue begging for his, desperate, feral. She'd lost all reason.