Reincarnated as an Evil Harem God-Chapter 12: The Shameless Princess*

The coming-of-age ceremony had already spiraled into disaster, yet one undeniable truth lingered in the air — one that weighed heavily on everyone's minds. Sylvaris had unleashed a power that felt like it had crawled straight out of the depths of hell itself. There was nothing holy about it — no warmth, no sense of divine presence — only raw, chaotic energy that twisted through the air like a violent storm. When people first felt its presence, it was as though their very souls had turned to ice.

The only reason they hadn't risen in protest was simple: they were all still naked. Convenient for Sylvaris, no doubt, but that wasn't something he could rely on for long. The storm he had stirred today would eventually come back to haunt him.

Yet despite the tension, Sylvaris stood before the king, smiling deeply — a smile that carried far too much satisfaction for someone playing the role of a humble servant.

"Your majesty must be joking," he said with mock humility. "How could I, a humble servant, accept such a reward? Even gods would hesitate to reach so high." His wicked gaze flicked briefly toward the princesses — their bare bodies catching his eye once again. It was quick — barely a glance — but the king noticed.

Surprisingly, the king didn't seem angry. Instead, he looked pleased, as if this was exactly what he'd hoped for. Sylvaris's interest only confirmed his plan — and why wouldn't it? His daughters could drive any man insane with desire. The king rubbed his hands together like a man already savoring victory.

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"Don't spout nonsense, young man! A warrior like you — a hero destined to save this world — deserves all the beauties the heavens can provide! Hahaha!" His booming laughter echoed throughout the square, and several bystanders exchanged uncertain glances. Some wondered if they'd been following a fool their whole lives — others questioned if Sylvaris had somehow turned the king into one.

"Then, in that case... we will accept His Majesty's offer." Arathor bowed low, not even bothering to hide his exposed body. "Please accept this child into your care. We'll arrange for him to move to your palace immediately, Your Majesty."

Arathor's voice sounded far too eager, and Sylvaris's sharp gaze narrowed. Under normal circumstances, his father wouldn't let him go so easily. There was more to this — some hidden motive lurking beneath his father's sudden willingness to surrender him.

What are you plotting now...? Sylvaris wondered.

Yet as suspicion tugged at his mind, his thoughts drifted elsewhere — to the king's words echoing in his ears: Wives... That word lingered, sweet and intoxicating. The pleasure he imagined drowned out any urge to overthink his father's motives.

"Hahaha! Good boy! I don't intend to steal your son away forever," the king announced proudly. "He's fit for marriage — but first, he must endure one year in the Realm of Challenges to prove his worth, just like all past heroes have. Only then will he be worthy of marrying into my family."

Murmurs swept through the crowd. Faces soured, especially the eldest princess, who seemed far from pleased. In her mind, men were a nuisance — something she had no interest in dealing with. But while her sister scowled, the second princess, Alveria, wore an entirely different expression.

Her green eyes burned with desire — a hunger that made Sylvaris's chest tighten.

Without hesitation, Alveria began to move, her flowing brown hair dancing with each step. The crowd gasped as she sauntered forward, making no effort to cover herself. Her bare skin glistened in the sunlight, and with each slow, deliberate step, her curves swayed like a cat on the prowl.

"Father," she purred, placing her finger on her lips like an innocent child pretending to be curious, "if you'll allow me... I'd love to personally get to know the young hero a little better~~"

The king's brow twitched. Even he seemed caught between disbelief and fury — yet he said nothing.

Alveria didn't wait for approval. She slinked her arms around Sylvaris's neck, her soft breasts pressing firmly against his chest. The warmth of her skin, the delicate scent of perfume lingering in her hair — everything about her made Sylvaris's pulse race. Before he could react, her lips found his, and she kissed him — slow, deliberate, and undeniably sinful.

The king blinked in confusion, his expression a twisted mess of rage and bewilderment. His face reddened as though steam might shoot from his ears at any second. Alveria had always been... different. Shameless? Yes. But this? Even for her, this was absurd.

Meanwhile, Sylvaris stood frozen. His instincts screamed to move his hands — to squeeze her perfect curves or pull her hips closer — but the king's cold stare held him still, like a wolf warning him to stay in line. So instead, he allowed the kiss to linger, savoring the taste of her warm breath and the soft glide of her tongue against his.

She's fucking nuts... I love it! Sylvaris barely contained his grin, his mind racing with wicked thoughts. His crotch burned painfully, throbbing with need, and all he could think about was how much he wanted to drag her somewhere private and show her exactly what a 'hero' like him was capable of.

"Enough..." The king's voice came out soft, almost uncertain, but Alveria didn't stop. Her lips lingered far too long, and her arms stayed wrapped tightly around Sylvaris as if she hadn't heard him at all.

"Enough, Alveria!" The king's voice thundered this time, his patience finally snapping. "This is a public place! Have some shame!" He sounded furious, but deep down, he was oddly satisfied. Sylvaris's flustered expression and the way he struggled to hide his enjoyment had not escaped his gaze. The boy was hooked — and that was exactly what the king wanted.

"Fine~~" Alveria purred, her voice soft and sultry as she finally released Sylvaris. But she didn't go far. Instead, she snaked her arm around his, her soft breasts pressing against him as though she wanted to leave a lasting impression. Her touch sent a jolt of heat rushing through Sylvaris's body, sharp and sudden like a spark igniting dry wood.

"Buuut~~" Her melodic tone lingered in the air like a siren's call, drawing every eye toward her. "I want to be his first wife~~"

Her emerald eyes locked onto Sylvaris's, their gaze sharp yet seductive. There was something unnatural about it — something that gripped his mind and pulled him deeper. His body stiffened, and before he even realized it, the words spilled from his mouth:

"I agree... I want the second princess, Alveria Solandis, to be my wife."

What the fuck... Sylvaris's mind reeled as reality snapped back into focus. What did she just do? That's supposed to be my trick... I'm the one who's supposed to be picking up women, not the other way around...

But even as he cursed her in his mind, he couldn't help but grin. His thoughts drifted to the wild night he knew awaited him — the way her curves would mold perfectly into his hands, the breathless sounds she would make when he finally claimed her.

I can't wait...