Reincarnated as an Evil Harem God

The morning sun slowly rose over the city, setting the lake ablaze with golden fire. As most people were already getting up to start their day, upstairs, in the guest room of Klaus' tailor shop, three naked bodies lay tangled together under a single blanket, completely lost to the world.

The room was simple, but cozy, and for now, it served a far greater purpose. Sylvaris was nestled between two beautiful women, both clinging to him tightly, their bare bodies pressed flush against his sides. Exhausted beyond reason, the three had passed out after two brutal, pleasure-drenched hours in the bathhouse. When they finally finished, Sylvaris had carried the two ruined girls to the bed himself, their bodies limp, minds already slipping into unconsciousness. It had happened fast—too fast.

Now, as midday approached, sunlight crept past the heavy curtains, slanting across the bed. Slowly, the trio began to stir.

Sylvaris was the first to wake, feeling the warm, heavy weight of the girls trapping his numb arms. He didn't mind at all.

What a life... I'm glad I died in my old world and ended up here. He smirked lazily to himself.

Leaning in, he pressed gentle kisses to their foreheads. The girls stirred under his touch, their heavy eyelids fluttering open, sore bodies aching from the night before.

"Good morning," he murmured to both of them, feeling their naked chests pressing against his skin, as soft as clouds, dangerously sweet — and immediately, he felt the heat rise to his crotch, his morning wood surging to life.

"What time is it?" Liraeth mumbled sleepily, rubbing her eyes. She could see the sunlight leaking through the curtains — no doubt it was already midday — but then her gaze dropped and landed squarely on his "problem."

She licked her lips unconsciously.

"It's definitely noon by now. Muah~" Faylira giggled, sitting up slightly to kiss Sylvaris's cheek, her heart pounding. She was finally his. To the beastkin, there could only ever be one true mate — and Sylvaris was hers forever.

Faylira noticed Liraeth's gaze lingering — and soon her own emerald eyes followed. Seeing his thick, aching cock straining under the blanket made her cheeks burn and her lips wet. Both girls licked their lips at the same time.

Sylvaris smirked darkly and patted their bellies.

"Go ahead," he said, voice low and inviting.

"Mmm~ Master, you're so naughty," Liraeth purred, her hot breath ghosting over his neck as she pressed soft, eager kisses to his skin. "Look how hard you already are in the morning... do you want to break us so badly?"

"He's a bad boy after all," Faylira whispered sultrily into his other ear, giving it a teasing lick. "Look what he did to us in the bath... I'm still sore, and he still wants more... Maybe we should tease him first?"

The two girls wriggled out of his grip, their soft skin brushing against him. Sylvaris groaned quietly at the sight of them slipping away, their naked asses swaying seductively as they crawled on all fours across the bed, hips teasingly rolling from side to side.

Faylira's tails brushed against his nose, tickling him, before lifting high, shamelessly exposing her still slightly red, freshly ruined pussy.

Both girls raised their asses, offering themselves to him. Sylvaris's fingers reached out instinctively, brushing across their exposed clits, feeling them flinch and moan softly under his touch. The blanket slipped away completely, and his cock sprang free — thick, heavy, veined, and throbbing — like a sword unsheathed.

But before they could fall into another round of fiery lust — BANG—!!The door swung open with a loud crack.

Several maids in traditional Bavarian-style maid outfits flooded into the room, and Klaus himself strode in behind them like he owned the place.

"Good morning, youngsters," Klaus said casually, completely unbothered by the chaos he just walked into. "Time to get dressed and fitted for your new clothes. I've already crafted the drafts for the three of you. Now we just need to add your personal preferences and your system abilities to finalize them."

The maids fanned out around the room, clearly trying — and failing — not to stare. The girls froze in shock, mouths hanging open in panic.

"AHHH!!" Both of them shrieked, diving under the blanket with burning red faces, leaving Sylvaris completely exposed in the middle of the bed — his huge morning erection standing tall and proud for everyone to see.

Even Sylvaris felt his cheeks heat up slightly. He was shameless, yes — but being left naked and alone while the maids' wide-eyed gazes flickered constantly between his bare chest and his heavy, throbbing cock was something else entirely.

Clap—Clap! Klaus clapped his hands sharply.

"Now, dress them up in pajamas and get ready. You have ten minutes. Make it quick. I have a busy day ahead — and I also have a lot of explaining to do to the city, thanks to your night of passion."

He said it shamelessly, making even the maids blush furiously. Their gazes kept darting back to Sylvaris's thick shaft — some biting their lips, some squeezing their thighs together subtly. They were all young, beautiful girls, no older than eighteen to twenty-five. Sylvaris could almost feel the forbidden need radiating off of them.

Shit... If I wanted to, I could have all of them right here...

But he respected Klaus — and besides, he didn't need anyone else right now. Even if Klaus was an old pervert who kept all these pretty girls around for his own "playthings," Sylvaris wasn't about to cross that line.

"Klaus... uh... can you give us a few minutes?" he asked awkwardly.

"Nope," Klaus said bluntly, already turning to leave. "The maids will dress you. Enjoy the attention. And be quick — you're late for church. Unless, of course, you prefer to walk there like that."

The old man chuckled wickedly, shutting the door behind him with a click.

That damn old man... He's definitely taking revenge on me. This is payback for all the times my grandfather must've bullied him in the past...

Sylvaris smirked darkly.

Next time, I'll get you back, old bastard. Maybe I'll send some drunk men dressed as women to your house... see how you like it!

His devilish grin widened as the maids closed in, blushing and trembling, trying desperately not to stare — but failing miserably.

The maids worked quickly, though their hands trembled as they dressed the two girls first, slipping light, loose shirts and thin shorts over their flushed bodies. Faylira and Liraeth whimpered a little under the soft touches, but they endured it, blushing fiercely.

Then they turned to Sylvaris.