Reincarnated as an Evil Harem God

"Pfft!" Faylira burst out laughing, but to the nun, it didn't feel funny at all. She could literally smell Sylvaris's cock, almost taste it lingering in the air, and she already knew — there might be no other way to escape this but to pleasure it.

Yet she didn't want to. Her soul screamed no. Her body screamed yes. It was vile. Unholy. The entire situation made her head spin and her core heat up with unbearable shame.

"Look at her," Faylira purred wickedly, grabbing a handful of the nun's silky hair and yanking it roughly. "She actually said it. And here I thought you'd have a little more self-respect."

She gave Lilith a shove, pushing her back with a sneer.

"Why would we ever allow someone like you to follow Sylvaris around?" Faylira continued. "What if you get captured by an enemy? Will you just spill all our secrets like a coward? Do you have no backbone at all? What a waste."

She threw her aside again with a flick of her hand.

And truthfully, Sylvaris didn't disagree. He enjoyed watching the scene unfold, but deep down, he didn't trust this nun. Not one bit.

It would be better if she walked naked through the streets, humiliated, rather than stand at his side pretending false worship. If she truly meant her words, maybe, just maybe, he would have accepted her. But Sylvaris was no fool. Not anymore. Now he had real women by his side, warriors who had proven their worth, and he had decided. From this day forward, only the loyal and strong would earn a place near him.

The nun slowly gathered herself, brushing dust from her robes. She adjusted her clothes, straightened her spine, and stood up, finally facing them on equal height.

Two women. One man. All of them against her.

And who else was there to blame but herself?

She thought about how she had treated Sylvaris lately — the arrogance, the contempt, the endless need to break him, to expose his sins. Even now, even if she hated him... she was too desperate to force out his darkness. To reveal the monster she believed lurked under his skin.

And now she saw it.

He wasn't some typical idiot, desperate for any woman who smiled at him. He wasn't a fool ruled by lust.

No, no, no. She's right, actually. He IS an idiot who'd fuck anything moving — but the author is trying to make him look good for character development. Don't listen to this bullshit.

What?! I said what I said. If you don't like it, you can suck it, Author. Now let's move on with this good-for-nothing story.

Lilith lifted her chin.

"You're right," she said, her voice low and even. "If I were captured, I would spill every secret to save myself. I don't love him. I'm not part of your group. Not yet."

Her eyes locked onto Sylvaris.

"But if you give me a chance—"

"Get on your knees again," Sylvaris interrupted coldly.

"What?" It was too sudden. Her eyes trembled with fear.

His gaze was like a blade across her throat — merciless.

This was no longer a game. He wanted to test her devotion. To see just how far she was willing to fall. How much she would endure before she broke.

Or maybe she wouldn't break. Maybe she would finally show her true spine. Either way... He didn't want weaklings in his shadow anymore. He had tasted real loyalty. Real strength. And he would accept nothing less.

To their surprise, she obeyed. Her knees hit the hard wooden floor, trembling beneath her, excitement and fear warring in her chest.

"Good girl." He said in satisfaction.

"If you want to join me," Sylvaris said, his voice low and dangerous, "from now on, you will obey all of my commands. No questions. No betrayal."

He didn't care if it was truly the Church that sent her or if it was her own desperate wish. He didn't give a fuck.

As he spoke, his cock twitched right in front of her face, thick, heavy, bouncing slightly up and down, side to side, so huge and intimidating that Lilith could hardly even process his words.

"Do I make myself clear?" he said, his golden eyes cold, his face unreadable.

"Yes..." she whispered reluctantly. There was little she could do now. Either death... or this.

"Good girl," Sylvaris said, smirking slightly.

He leaned over, whispering something into Liraeth's and Faylira's ears — something low, something wicked.

The two girls grinned immediately.

Faylira's nine fox tails twitched and danced with excitement, swishing behind her like a metronome of mischief. Whatever Sylvaris said, they clearly loved the idea.

And Lilith, still kneeling there on the dirty inn floor, shivered — because she knew instinctively... Whatever came next... She would regret ever stepping into Sylvaris Elyndor's world.

"What do you want?" Lilith snapped defensively, but the moment she saw the three pairs of eyes staring back at her, full of amusement, she shut her mouth.

What will they do to me...? Whatever it is, the worst case is being punished by him. If it ever comes to threatening my life... I'll fight back. Even if it's the last thing I do.

Her eyes glowed faintly with defiance, yet her body refused to move, as if frozen in silent surrender, patiently awaiting whatever humiliation they planned for her.

"Sorry for this," Liraeth said sweetly, stepping forward.

Without warning, she and Faylira closed in on Lilith, their hands moving quickly, efficiently — grabbing at her clothes, stripping them away piece by piece, until the proud nun was left completely naked in the middle of the hallway where anyone could emerge at any moment.

They left only her holy hood on her head — a cruel mockery, showcasing her fall from sanctity. And her white panties.

"No—!" Lilith cried out, struggling, but it was far too late. Her B-cup breasts bounced free, her nipples already rock-hard from all the suppressed arousal. When her soaked panties were revealed, the two girls burst into laughter.

"Wait a second," Liraeth said between laughs. "This nun... she's actually a bitch in disguise. Look how wet she is! She loves being humiliated!"

Faylira grinned wickedly too, her green eyes flashing with savage amusement.

Liraeth's mind swirled strangely, a deeper instinct awakening inside her — something primal, possessive, something urging her to break this arrogant woman for Sylvaris's sake. She didn't question it. It didn't matter.

It was for her man. And she would gladly help tame this stubborn nun — watch her kneel and submit until she became another prize at Sylvaris's feet.