Reincarnated as an Evil Harem God

A pair of pink eyes glared up at him, burning with furious humiliation.

It went against every fiber of her pride to be here, kneeling at his feet. How had it come to this? Forced to lower herself to his level — and now, not even welcomed? This had to be some cruel joke of fate. A test sent by God himself to break her spirit.

"Fine," Lilith said through gritted teeth, her voice trembling with exhausted fury. "Name what you want from me. Whatever it takes... I will do it to please you."

Her body shook visibly. She hadn't slept for an entire day, and the hours of kneeling had drained even her formidable willpower. This was not the path she imagined for herself. Somehow, her life had gone from commanding others to begging for the favor of a man she once thought beneath her.

"Anything?" Faylira asked sweetly, a wicked smile tugging at her lips.

She was already grinning, her green eyes flashing with mischief. She was jealous, furious that another woman dared to try seducing her man, but seeing the mighty nun crumbling like this stirred a darker amusement in her chest.

You want to steal my man? Then let's see how far you're willing to fall.

Liraeth picked up the meaning instantly. Her fingers toyed idly with the edge of the blanket covering her still-naked body, a small, dangerous smile flickering at the corners of her mouth.

The two girls exchanged a look — a silent, wicked understanding passing between them.

Lilith, sharp as she was, caught it immediately. And a shiver raced down her spine. There was something more frightening than facing a powerful man...It was facing two women plotting against you, when you were already kneeling at their feet. Something terrible, something she would surely regret for the rest of her life, was coming.

Meanwhile, Sylvaris stood above them all, half-oblivious to the storm brewing between the girls. His thoughts were darker, lazier, feral.

He couldn't help but imagine slapping this stubborn nun across the face with his cock, marking her pride, degrading her purity, sending her away dripping with shame.

He could still feel the lingering heat of her magic on his mind — that seduction spell she had dared to use against him. What kind of nun had the power to seduce instead of preach? Or maybe... maybe this was the power of true believers — those who were so deeply "blessed" by their god, they could break the will of men with only a glance.

Tch...

Whatever it was, she was about to learn the price of challenging Sylvaris Elyndor. And neither her god nor her prayers would save her now.

"And what do you have to offer that would make me accept you?" Sylvaris said lazily, his grin wicked, his golden eyes gleaming with cruel amusement. "All I see in front of me is a good-for-nothing nun who can't even clean my dick properly before daring to speak to me."

Lilith flinched, her eyes flashing, but she said nothing, biting down on her lip so hard it almost bled.

"Well said, darling," Faylira purred, stepping forward, her bare body brushing teasingly against Sylvaris's side. Her hands explored the hard muscles of his chest, shameless and possessive. "This little 'servant of God' came here without even a proper welcome gift. How rude, don't you think, sister?"

"Exactly," Liraeth said, her voice dripping with mockery as she slinked up to his other side.

"What kind of nun comes knocking without even kneeling to a real god?"

In one swift, sinful motion, she pulled down Sylvaris's pants — letting his heavy, thick cock fall free, slapping hot against Lilith's stunned, blushing cheek.

So big... Her pupils contracted.

Even Sylvaris blinked once, slightly taken aback by how far they were taking it. He was only teasing her before — but this? This was pure, filthy entertainment. He wasn't going to stop it. Not for anything.

Faylira's hand wrapped around his shaft, stroking him slowly, sensually, almost lovingly.

"Come on, dear Sister Lilith," Faylira whispered with a wicked smile. "Show us how much you want to join our little party."

"After all," Liraeth chimed in sweetly, twirling a silver lock of her hair around her finger, "we all had to prove ourselves before joining him." Her purple eyes glinted like twin daggers.

"There are no exceptions to the rules." Faylira leaned down slightly, her fox tails swaying hypnotically behind her.

"You either wrap those sinful little lips around him right here and now... and show your worth... Or we kick you out into the street naked, and let fate decide what happens to you."

She squeezed Sylvaris's cock once, just enough to make him groan under his breath — letting Lilith hear exactly what she was being denied.

The choice was hers. But really...There was no choice at all.

Shit... Lilith thought, her body trembling. Have I sinned so much... that I'm being forced to humiliate myself just to survive?

But what choice do I have? If I refuse here... I'll be hunted down like a dog. Killed to silence the Church's dirty secrets. And yet...Why... why does it feel so sinful and so hot at the same time? Why is my body loving this humiliation? Why do I hate it... and crave it... all at once? I hate them... I hate him... I want to kill him... Fuck!

Even the "holy" nun lost her temper in her heart, but outwardly, she stayed still, trembling, kneeling, her flushed face pressed against the heavy warmth of Sylvaris's cock. She could feel the heat radiating off of him, the musk filling her nose, making her dizzy, corrupted, enslaved by sensation.

Slowly, her shaking hand reached out, desperate to touch, to please — anything to end this living hell.

SLAP!—Faylira's hand cracked across Lilith's face, knocking her head sideways.

"Who said you could touch?" Faylira hissed coldly.

Then her hand shot out again—SLAP!—another stinging blow across the other cheek.

"You think you're worthy already? You're nothing yet," Faylira sneered, her fingers squeezing Sylvaris's cock like she owned it. "Beg for it, slut. Beg for this dick. Worship it."

Liraeth's voice joined in, cold and mocking. "Swear it's holier than your pathetic little god. Or we'll strip you naked and toss you into the streets. Let every beggar in the slums have their turn with you."

Lilith's body shook violently — not from fear, but from rage.

If one could see into her eyes, then... it wasn't just hatred. It was the cold, bottomless hatred of hell itself burning in her once-holy gaze.

[Love Meter: -100%]

The system notification blinked cheerfully in Sylvaris's vision, and he couldn't help but smirk.

Good, he thought.

Perfect. For once, he wasn't starting with a girl who secretly wanted. No... This time, he would conquer a heart from true hatred. And when he broke her... she would be his forever.

Lilith's lips trembled. "I—I..." she stuttered, the words clawing out of her throat like blood.

Then she bowed her head in absolute, soul-breaking submission, her face burning hotter than a furnace.

"I worship you... oh mighty cock that belongs to the god of gods, Sylvaris Elyndor," she said, her voice breaking with humiliation.

"You are the greatest of them all... and I swear my filthy, unworthy body only to you. I beg you, the great one... allow me to serve, to please you... and prove my loyalty and devotion to your holy flesh."