Harem Stealer: Reborn with the God-Tier Sharing System-Chapter 155: Selene (R18) [1]

Chapter 155 – Selene (R18) [1]

Vaelgrim.

A name Noah had just crafted by taking some part of his true name. It didn’t mean anything. Not yet.

But one day...

One day that name would shake gods and echo across realms.

The women heard it.

And they understood. Not with logic. But with soul.

They engraved it into themselves, deeper than any brand.

The Akashic Records didn’t stay silent.

{You have chosen to change your name.}

{A name represents who you are. To change it... is to become something new.}

{Do you wish to continue?}

The Records weren’t just asking Noah.

They asked all of them.

Because this wasn’t just about him. This was about them. His women. His legacy. His bloodline.

"Don’t erase your past," Noah said, turning to Selene, eyes steady. "Your old name matters."

He took her hand.

"You are Selene Weaverheart Vaelgrim."

Then he turned to Zara. "Zara HeartWeaver Vaelgrim."

He continued, naming them one by one. A ritual of identity.

Selene smiled. A knowing, proud smile.

She got it. They all did.

Names were more than words.

They were roots. You don’t cut a tree’s roots to make it taller. You grow upward and let your roots deepen.

He wasn’t replacing who they were.

He was crowning it.

"I accept," Selene said, lifting her chin. "From now on, I am Selene Weaverheart Vaelgrim."

That was all it took.

One spark—and the fire caught.

One by one, they voiced their new names.

No longer just human.

No longer bound to the wild hunger of succubi.

No longer dragons drunk on their own pride.

No longer celestials blind in their arrogance.

They had become something new. Something more.

They were the Elysiari.

And they were the Vaelgrim Family.

{DING! DING! DING!}

{MARVELOUS!}

{Your family name has been recorded.}

...

Later that night—

Noah sat cross-legged beneath the night sky. The stars above shimmered, real and impossibly distant. His realm had night. A sky. Even a breeze.

It was eerily similar to a world. Something born from him and reside in him. ƒгeewёbnovel.com

And yet, his thoughts drifted back...

To that life.

The old one.

The one where he was just Brandon. Powerless. Average. Forgotten.

He remembered the gray apartment. The noise outside the window.

The emptiness that came after his mother died.

He’d had no one. And then... he met Emmie.

For a moment, she made him believe he was someone worth loving.

He gave everything.

Worked for five years. Never complained. Never bought anything for himself. He would eat once a day, sometimes less—just to save enough.

He wanted to give her the best ring he could afford.

He thought she’d smile. Cry and say yes.

But all she said was:

"You’re not enough. I found better."

And she didn’t even say it to his face.

Just a damn call. Cold. Sharp. Final.

Noah exhaled slowly, a soft, bitter laugh slipping out.

He wasn’t angry anymore.

No rage. No regret.

Because now...

He was more than that broken man.

He was the architect of talent. The Creator who created realms and life itself.

He had a new family.

A race born of his blood.

And tonight, dozens of divine women were in their chambers—longing for him.

He stood up. Smirking.

"Time to dive in."

And with that, he vanished.

...

The bedroom was soaked in sapphire light.

The bed—massive, absurdly large—rested at the center like a throne of indulgence. The air smelled like heat, and need.

Selene sat at the edge. Her nightgown, translucent and sinfully revealing, clung to her curves like a second skin.

She didn’t move when he appeared. She only lifted her head slowly, smiling like a goddess who’d been waiting eons for her chosen man.

"You’re finally here... my dear," she whispered, voice smoky and low.

"I am," Noah said. His gaze never left her.

Not her smile.

Not her thighs.

Not her breasts pressed gently beneath the sheer fabric.

He stepped forward, his pants visibly stretched by the thick bulge underneath.

Selene’s pupils dilated. Heat exploded through her veins. She moved with sharp urgency, closing the gap. She seized his collar and yanked him forward, smashing her lips against his.

The kiss was a storm.

Her tongue invaded his mouth. Her hands roamed, desperate, tracing muscle and heat.

Noah groaned, his grip tightening around her waist, then sliding down.

His fingers found her ass and sank in, folding the soft flesh with both hands like a baker folding warm dough into thick, sticky batter.

"Ahhh..." Selene moaned into his mouth, hips trembling.

The sensation was maddening. Her lust overflowed.

She dropped one hand between them and freed his cock in a single motion.

It sprang out like a beast just released from years of cruel imprisonment.

Fat. Veiny. Hard.

It pulsed like a god’s weapon, begging to be used, to be buried...inside something wet.

Selene froze, staring. She couldn’t look away.

"...Is this real?" she muttered, voice shaking.

"How is your cock this big?"

It throbbed in her palm—like a heart craving release. The veins spiraling like living serpents.

Noah chuckled darkly.

"Shouldn’t I ask you?" he teased.

"You are my mother, after all."

Selene’s breath hitched. Her eyes gleamed.

She gripped him tighter and began to stroke, slowly at first, then faster—her wrist twisting slightly, her palm pressing against the thick underside.

"Ahhh—fuck..." Noah groaned, hips flexing.

"Your hands are sinful, Mother..."

He reached up and cupped her breast. It was warm, impossibly soft, yielding perfectly under his palm.

Selene moaned and bit her lower lip, guiding his head downward.

"What about these, my baby?" she purred.

"Did you miss them?"

Noah said nothing. He didn’t need to.

He lowered his head willingly, letting her press him into her chest.

"Come," she whispered.

"Suck Mommy’s breast."

And he did.

His lips wrapped around her pink nipple, sucking deeply, his tongue flicking, teasing.

Selene threw her head back, gasping.

Her hand still pumped his cock, faster now, as her other hand tangled in his hair.

"Yesss... Just like that..."

The night had just begun.

—End of Chapter 155—

A/N:

I am sorry for those who are not fan of this but the next Chapters will be Noah going from women to women.

I wanted each of their fist time with him to be individual.

So, bear it with me.

Thank you for reading, hopefully it will be to your taste!