Reincarnated as an Evil Harem God

The church itself gave off a dominant, oppressive aura. With each step Sylvaris took closer, the towering spires seemed to stretch higher into the sky, looming like spears of divine judgment. It truly felt like stepping into the house of a god — in every literal, arrogant sense.

Majestic building, Sylvaris mused. Would be a shame to see it fall. Well, that depends on how they treat me here. I might not have the strength yet to bring down an entire organization like this... but one day? A single breath from me could sweep it all away like dust. Some "heroes" in stories had that power, sure — but they were cowards. They cared too much about their precious image. Not me. Just wait until I rule the world. They'll fear me and love me both — exactly the way it should be.

His mind stirred with dark promises as he passed through the massive, open five-meter-tall doors.

The sight that greeted him stole even his breath for a moment.

The inside of the church was a masterpiece of obscene wealth — soaring ceilings painted with gold-leaf angels, marble pillars polished to blinding sheen, rich wood carvings that looked as if each one cost a king's ransom. Even a beggar who crawled into this place would feel like a king kneeling here.

A truly glorious place — too glorious.

People sat in the pews, heads bowed in silent prayer. Yet Sylvaris felt their gazes flicker toward him, sharp and disapproving. He hadn't stopped to pray at the entrance — hadn't bowed, hadn't knelt — and to many here, that was a sin louder than any shouted blasphemy. But none dared confront him. They simply clenched their jaws and returned to their prayers, stewing silently.

Near the front rows, several young nuns knelt in reverence. The moment Sylvaris entered, a few rose to their feet and approached him quickly.

"Great hero Sylvaris Elyndor," one of them said, her voice sweet as honey, "we have been expecting you. Thank you for your cooperation. Would you please follow us to meet Head Sister Lilith?"

They were young — no older than twenty — with pure, beautiful faces framed by flowing white veils. Their slim bodies pressed tight against the fabric of their habits, the holy robes clinging to them like second skin, molding around soft curves and hidden promises.

Sylvaris raised an eyebrow, barely hiding his smirk. What kind of Church is this exactly...? In his old world, nuns dressed like this would have been dragged into scandal within days — but here, it seemed temptation wore a holy veil.

"Please, beautiful sisters," Sylvaris said smoothly, his grin widening, "lead me to her. I can't wait to meet her."

He fought to keep his lust masked — but when the girls turned, their short skirts fluttered with each step, revealing the teasing jiggle of their perfect asses. Sylvaris's fists clenched lightly at his sides. He could already imagine grabbing them — bending them over the polished pews — and showing them what true heaven really felt like.

The room they led him into was no warmer than a tomb.

Black stone walls closed in tightly around him, lit only by a handful of guttering candles jammed into iron sconces.

A heavy iron table dominated the center of the room, its surface scarred by age and abuse, faded holy runes barely visible beneath centuries of dust and neglect. Broken relics of forgotten saints stood on crooked pedestals in the corners — their marble faces cracked, eyeless, forever weeping invisible tears.

The air was dry and bitter, filled with the stale scent of dust, old parchment, and extinguished hope.

Above it all, a single rusted chain dangled from the ceiling — its broken links rattling faintly whenever the heavy door creaked open, whispering like the last gasps of prisoners long forgotten.

This was no place of salvation. This was where the Church broke men until they either bowed... or rotted.

I had never had the chance to enter the depths of a church in this world before, Sylvaris thought. But I had in my old world — and this? This is nothing like what I remember. Just what the hell are they doing here?

The air reeked more of lust and old blood than any holy salvation. It felt more like a chamber of torture and sin, dressed up in cheap angelic paint.

Wait... now that I think about it... what is the god they even worship here? It can't be the same one people worshipped in my world, right?

But honestly? He smirked inwardly. This is much better. And the way these nuns are dressed... Damn. Maybe I should join the Church as a priest. I'd have fun every day with these sinful little lambs. No way they're innocent — no girl dresses like this without knowing exactly what she's doing.

Soon the nuns led him to a set of large, imposing doors. One of them knocked several times — Knock! Knock! Knock!

"Sister Lilith," the nun called out respectfully, "the one you have been waiting for has arrived. May we please come in?"

And then, for absolutely no reason at all, she lifted her skirt just slightly — flashing her naked ass toward Sylvaris, the soft curves teasing him shamelessly right there in the house of God.

What the hell is going on here, author? What kind of church is this? Are you sure we're still in the same story? Or did we just stumble into one of those porn episodes you humans watch? This is embarrassing. Please reconsider...

...No? Fine...

But I'll be watching you. Let's just continue with the story.

Sylvaris barely held back a groan. Yo, what the hell is this nun doing? Does she want me to fuck her right here while we wait?

He glanced at the second nun — and caught her smirking behind a fake innocent hand, her eyes glittering with forbidden curiosity.

From inside the room, a soft, commanding voice answered.

"Please, come in. I have much to discuss with him."

The teasing nun lowered her skirt with a little pout — much to Sylvaris's disappointment.

Tsk... what a pity. But I'll memorize your face, girl. You can't tease me and expect to walk away untouched. I'll find you later...

As the door creaked open, Sylvaris stepped inside.

And there, behind a heavy oak desk, sat the woman he had been craving to see again. Dressed in her form-hugging holy robes, Sister Lilith waited for him — her luscious pink eyes scanning him from head to toe with slow, calculating hunger.

Sylvaris smirked, walking in without fear.

"We meet again, Sister Lilith."

"Sylvaris Elyndor... so you've decided to show up after all," Lilith said, her voice even, practiced. She shifted slightly in her chair, straightening her posture with calm precision. "Take a seat," she added, gesturing toward the empty chair in front of her heavy desk.

Today she's looking hella cute — and hot, Sylvaris thought, his golden eyes narrowing with hunger. Was she always this tempting? Damn... I can't wait to rip those clothes off her and steal that her virginity. This damn nun is playing with me. Let's see how long she can actually last alone in this room with me.

Sylvaris smirked, taking a few lazy steps toward the chair, but he didn't sit immediately.Instead, he dragged the moment out, letting the heavy silence stretch between them.

"So what exactly did you want to talk to me about?" he asked casually. "I don't imagine it's anything good. After all, you called me here yourself."

He paused, letting his gaze drift slowly around the small, tomb-like room.

"And yet... I don't see any of the higher-ups present. I thought this was supposed to be an official summoning." His smile sharpened. "Could it be... that you lied? And you had no real authority to summon me at all?"