Reincarnated as an Evil Harem God

He turned his gaze back to her — sharp, golden, merciless — piercing straight through her cool facade.

For the barest fraction of a second — a blink, a heartbeat — Sylvaris saw it. The tiny crack. The flicker of panic in Lilith's pink eyes before she quickly buried it again beneath her practiced holy calm.

"Don't get too cocky, oh great hero revered by all and loved by many," Lilith said calmly, her pink eyes narrowing slightly. "You have no right to question my or anyone's authority in this house of God. Only God may judge here."

Her thighs twitched slightly under the table — a subtle movement, but Sylvaris caught it.As if she were trying to hide something.

"And yet here I am," Sylvaris said, lounging back in the chair, his legs spread wide like he owned the room. "Being judged... by you. Tell me, Sister Lilith — are you God?"

He reached lazily for the fresh fruit basket on her desk, plucked a ripe apple, and bit into it with a loud, juicy crunch. He didn't care what holy airs she tried to put on — in his mind, he already ruled this room, and there was nothing Lilith could say that would make him submit to this Church or its games.

"Arrogant as always, I see," Lilith said coolly, but there was a faint quiver beneath her words now. "I've heard of you. Traveling the world alone. Killing monsters. Rapidly reaching Level 20. You're truly impressive for a seventeen-year-old boy—"

"Eighteen," Sylvaris interrupted lazily, waving a finger through the air without looking at her. He let his golden eyes slowly trail down her body before locking back onto her flushed face.

"Under special circumstances — and thanks to someone's magic — I was trapped in a time prison for a whole year. I'm eighteen now. But even if I wasn't... I'm already a man."

His smirk deepened, letting the double meaning hang thick in the air.

"Sinful... arrogant... filthy..." Lilith's voice dropped into a low, almost purring tone — the words slipping from her lips before she could stop them.

Sylvaris blinked.

What did I just hear? Is she... turned on?

He shook his head quickly. No. No way. She's a nun. There's no way she's getting off on this. I've probably just been having too much sex lately. I'm hearing things that aren't there...

But even as he tried to dismiss it, his sharp eyes caught it again — Lilith's thighs twitching once more, pressing together tighter beneath the desk. As if she were trying — desperately — to hold something in.

"You're no ordinary hero," Lilith said softly, leaning forward just enough to make her lips glisten under the candlelight. "I can feel it... There's something about you. Something dark. Something sinful."

Her pink eyes glowed slightly, almost feverishly.

"Tell me, Sylvaris Elyndor..." Her voice dropped lower, more intimate.

"What are you hiding from us? What secrets lurk behind your smile? What are you hiding from the servants of God?"

As she spoke, Sylvaris noticed her lips — how they looked hotter, fuller, almost wet. Her eyes shimmered, hypnotic and predatory.

He gulped once, instinctively.

The hell is happening here...? I wanted to humiliate her. To make this 'innocent' nun a slave to my cock... But why... why does it feel like I'm the one being hunted now?

The tension in the room shifted. Not in his favor.

Or at least... not yet.

"Sister, I'm just a simple hero who wants to defeat the Demon Lord and save the world.What darkness could there be about me?" Sylvaris laughed loudly, the sound deep and mocking.

"Well, there is one thing about me that's sinful..." He grinned, taking a lazy bite from the apple again.

"If you're willing — and brave enough — I can let you play with it. But you're just a simple nun. Sin is poison to you. Better watch yourself... or else I won't hold back."

He flashed her a grin full of teeth and promise.

"You don't look worthy," Lilith snapped, her face twisting into a mask of disgust. "Only God can deprave me of my holiness. Not a beast like you."

Sylvaris exhaled a slow breath — a grin twitching at his mouth.

Good. The battle isn't lost yet. I can still turn this around. I can still make her kneel.

But then the sudden slam of her palm against the table caught him off guard.

"Beating up innocent guards at the city gate!" Lilith barked, her voice rising sharply. "Lighting the town of God with your sinful, erotic noises from the place you stayed last night!" Her pink eyes blazed with fury.

"Did you think we were blind? Did you think no one saw you enter that tailor shop?!"

She stood now, shouting down at him like a thunderstorm.

"Just who do you think you are, Sylvaris Elyndor? The next Demon Lord?! Why are you causing trouble and tarnishing your name as the noble hero?! Answer me! Answer in the name of God!" Her tone shifted sharply — and with it, something unnatural twisted in the air.

Sylvaris's mind spun.

Her pink eyes glowed — brilliant, dangerous — and he felt it. A pressure on his soul. A pull on his tongue.

For some reason, he wanted to tell her everything. He wanted to confess his powers. Confess his darkness. Confess... how much he wanted to bend her over this desk and fuck the holiness out of her.

"I—" His mouth opened on its own, his tongue moving uncontrollably.

Lilith leaned closer, her breath hot against his skin, mysterious energy curling around her like smoke. He was about to spill it all.

But then—

[——Danger!——]

[YOUR HAREM MEMBERS ARE IN DANGER!]

[YOU MUST RUSH TO SAVE THEM!]

The system's sudden, flashing message slammed into his brain — snapping him out of the stupor like a whipcrack.

His heart thundered. Golden eyes narrowed, sharp and deadly. A dark, killing intent burst from him like a wave.

Lilith staggered back into her chair, gasping as the force of his true power hit her — blood vessels popping in her eyes as she scrambled to breathe.

Sylvaris didn't even hesitate.

He surged to his feet, knocking the heavy chair aside with a crash, blasting the door open without touching it — and stormed into the hall, his body radiating wild, unstoppable darkness.

Lilith could only watch him disappear, her body trembling violently.

"Shit..." she whispered, clutching at the desk weakly "I knew it..."

Her thighs fell open beneath her robes. Wetness soaked the chair under her. Her breaths came hot and desperate. Her "holy" body had betrayed her — completely.