Reincarnated as an Evil Harem God

She didn't say anything, only glared at them, her anger simmering behind wide, furious eyes. One might wonder — why? Why humiliate her like this? She wasn't Sylvaris's blood enemy. She hadn't killed anyone in his family. She had no great crime against him.

But the answer was simple:

Sylvaris was a menace. He wasn't the kind of man you could cross and expect mercy. He wasn't the kind of man you could challenge and still walk away untouched. And the women by his side — Liraeth and Faylira — had started to mirror pieces of him.

Not completely. Not yet. But enough.

Enough that they supported his every decision without question. If he wanted to kill Lilith here, they would do it without hesitation. If he wanted to fuck her broken body into the floor, they would spread her legs wide for him — without pity, without mercy, without even seeing it as wrong.

It was terrifying, truly. But somewhere along the way, loyalty had blinded them. Liraeth and Faylira had grown too close to Sylvaris, too bound to his will, too entangled with the madness festering in his soul.

They couldn't even see how insane he had become. And even worse... how insane they were becoming too.

"Now, if you want to join us..." Faylira said, her voice dripping with cruel amusement, "beg him to let you suck his cock. Beg like you mean it. Otherwise, why would we need a slut who can't even satisfy his morning needs?"

Her emerald eyes gleamed coldly as she looked the nun up and down. As a beastkin, Faylira felt no sympathy for a human — she actually enjoyed this. In her heart, humans were trash. Only Sylvaris was different. Only he was worthy. The rest could rot for all she cared.

Humans had kidnapped their kind, enslaved them, raped them, treated them like beasts. Tension still ran hot between the two races, and now... Faylira loved seeing a human brought to her knees.

Lilith's eyes fell again to Sylvaris's cock — and her blood froze.

Sylvaris smirked lazily, almost bored, as he tapped his system panel open. He pushed three more points into his "Dick Size" attribute without a second thought. He didn't need to. He simply wanted to watch her break harder.

In an instant, his cock swelled — larger, thicker — an obscene transformation happening right in front of her terrified eyes.

Now, Sylvaris stood monstrous: 27 centimeters of brutal, throbbing length... 19 centimeters of merciless girth. A giant among giants. A weapon built to ruin. And it was aimed straight at her trembling mouth.

Lilith's breath hitched. She watched in horror as his cock grew, swelling with obscene thickness, stretching longer, heavier, more terrifying with every pulse. Veins thickened and twisted beneath the skin like angry black rivers. The crown, already monstrous, now flared wider, a bloated beast glistening with a cruel, intimidating sheen.

The very air seemed to tighten around them.

Now his cock was a living weapon. A battering ram forged only for destruction.

Faylira let out a soft, savage laugh, her fox tails twitching behind her in wicked excitement. She bit her bottom lip, emerald eyes gleaming like a predator watching prey freeze up before the kill. She loved it — loved how hopeless the little nun looked now.

Beside her, Liraeth exhaled a quiet, reverent breath, her silver hair cascading over her shoulder as she leaned slightly closer, hypnotized. Her purple eyes gleamed, pupils dilating with dark hunger. She whispered almost dreamily, "He's even bigger now..."

Lilith's knees buckled. Her hands trembled violently at her sides.

I can't... I can't fit that inside me... gods, I'm going to die...

The size was monstrous. It was inhuman. Her mind refused to accept it, refused to believe that thing could ever fit inside her. The sheer weight of it, the terrifying way it pulsed and throbbed like a living thing, it was like staring down an executioner's blade, sharpened just for her.

Tears welled up, blurring her vision. Pride shattered into dust inside her chest.

She lowered her forehead to the ground, her whole body trembling as she choked out the words, broken and sobbing:

"P-please... please, let me suck your cock... I'll be good... I'll worship it... I'll do anything... just let me serve you...!"

The sound of her begging was pitiful. And it only made Faylira laugh darker, stepping forward and curling a single finger under the nun's chin, forcing her to lift her tear-streaked face up.

"That's more like it," Faylira purred. "But honestly... I still don't think it's good enough. What do you think, Sylvaris?" she teased, cocking her head mockingly. "She doesn't sound sincere."

Lilith trembled, desperation burning her face a humiliating pink.

"No, I truly want him... so much... I want you, Sylvaris, look!" She dropped back onto the floor, spreading her legs wide, gently pushing her panties aside — revealing her soaked, dripping pussy shamelessly to them all.

Her core pulsed violently, throbbing in visible need.

She burned with humiliation, but she couldn't stop herself anymore. She had wanted him for so long. Told herself it was just a phase. Told herself it would pass. But now, her body screamed for him, and there was no lying to herself anymore.

Damn, Sylvaris thought, this nun really is a slut... just like that one who teased me before.

Shit. I still can't forget her. Now I'm itching to go back there alone, drag her back here too, and punish her for what she did.

His cock twitched again — but this time, it carried something more. Something heavy. Something dominant. As if an invisible, oppressive aura had begun to radiate from it — a force so thick no woman could resist its pull.

[Congratulations!]

[You have awakened the Aura of the Harem God!]

[Your penis now possesses the Aura of Lust: With each new woman claimed, your aura will grow stronger until it reaches the next evolution]

[Reward: Two levels of Harem God System obtained!]

[Level Up: Congratulations on reaching Level 13!]

A red System window flashed before Sylvaris's eyes, and he grinned wickedly.

At his feet, Lilith's pussy dripped helplessly onto the wooden floor, a puddle of shame soaking into the grain. She knelt there, waiting, breathing hard, eyes wide and dazed — a perfect little slut offering herself up without resistance.

Exactly how he wanted her.

"Good," Sylvaris finally said, his voice dripping with cruel amusement. "You can suck it now. But if you can't take it all in..."His golden eyes burned into hers. "I'll have to ask you to leave."

He grinned — a wolf about to tear apart a lamb.

He wanted to destroy her mouth. And he would.