Reincarnated as an Evil Harem God-Chapter 26: Love Born from Brainwash?***

[Liraeth Moonvale has been added to the harem as the second wife]

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[You can now use Elven Magic]

[New feature unlocked: Love Meter]

[Current Love Meter with Liraeth: 14%]

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The system message lit up in front of his eyes, glowing softly like a divine blessing. Sylvaris blinked a few times, taking it all in.

Hah... Elven magic, huh? Sylvaris thought, eyes glinting with curiosity. Does that mean I can use my wife's abilities to some extent?

His smirk widened at the thought. So not only do I get the beauty, I get the benefits too? The possibilities stirred something inside him — a blend of greed, ambition, and pure excitement. Imagine a harem stacked with powerful women from every race... and I get all their perks?

A new hunger sparked in his golden eyes. This was no longer just about pleasure. No... this was power. And Sylvaris planned to milk it for all it was worth.

But for now, he pushed that greedy ambition aside. In this moment, he held his new wife in his arms, her soft warmth pressed against his chest. It wasn't time for schemes or domination. It was time to care for her needs and give her the wedding night she deserved. His lips never left her neck, trailing gentle kisses even as his eyes skimmed the glowing system message hovering before him.

A strange warmth suddenly surged through his body, filling his limbs with renewed energy. His aching muscles, once heavy from battle and other... exertions, now buzzed with life. And his cock — well, he clearly wasn't done yet. Rising with proud defiance, it seemed just as eager as its master.

"Nnh~..." a soft moan escaped her lips as his mouth traced the curve of her neck. Her breath hitched, body arching slightly into his touch. Liraeth was still intoxicated from her previous climax, her body was sensitive to the lightest touch, and this sudden attack from his lips, had awakened something in her that she would have never imagined.

This man... I don't even know his name... and yet... I crave his touch, his kisses, his warmth... his everything. I want to be his, forever. His to hold. His to cherish. His to ruin. I think... I think I l-love him...

Every kiss sent tingles straight down her spine, and she could feel her skin burning—aching—for more. It wasn't just the heat that made her feel this way... it was the way he held her, the way he touched her like she was something he adored.

Despite the abrupt change following their primal sex mere moments earlier, she sensed his cock swelling inside her. Liraeth, drained of energy, inexplicably felt a surge of endurance whenever he embraced her, as if she could endure hours or even days with him alone, and always with him.

"A-Ahh... ngh~" Her breath hitched as she felt something shift following his kisses, his hard dick was once again moving inside of her, yet now with slow, deliberate thrusts, making her feel as if the man who held her had marked her as his own, the way he moved sent jolts of heat and lightning through her body.

"Nnh~..." she whimpered softly, her voice barely audible through her parted lips.

Liraeth could still feel his powerful arms wrapping around her waist, his chest pressed to her back, and his lips brushed against her neck—soft, warm, claiming her all over again.

"Fuaaah~..." she moaned, her body pressing back into him, her legs parting slightly as her insides fluttered.

He's still hard... still inside... and now he's moving again...

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"D-Don't stop..." she whispered, her voice shaking, "I want to feel this forever... just like this~..."

I can't take it anymore, for some reason I want to tell her how I feel...

"Liraeth... I want to be with you forever. I want you to be mine until the end of our days. I want you to be my wife—I love you."

His voice trembled with fierce honesty, and as he kissed her again—deeper, hotter than before—a surge of electricity shot from her neck straight down to her most sensitive places, making her entire body arch in response.

Those words made Liraeth's heart tremble. A sudden sense of belonging—mixed with something deeper, more intoxicating—washed over her, making her feel lightheaded with emotion.

"Mmmn~... every time you move, Master... I fall deeper for you... I love you too... Ahh~... y-yes... please make me yours, Master..."

Sylvaris could feel her tightening around him with every moan, with every breathless word she whispered into his ear. Her neck lay against his shoulder, soft and warm, letting him inhale that intoxicating scent that drove him insane.

I think I'm losing it. His thoughts spun wildly. This girl... she's perfect. No wonder elves were so highly praised in the fantasy novels I used to read. But this? The real thing feels even better. And the way her butt presses against my waist... shaking like it's trying to drain every drop out of me...

She's too perfect.

Sylvaris's hand moved to her massive breast, his fingers digging in with a firm squeeze as he pulled her closer, pressing her chest against him, making sure she stayed stuck to his body like she belonged there.

"Mmm~... your hands are so warm..." Liraeth's breath came out hot and shaky, her body practically melting into him. His grip burned against her skin like fire, but instead of pulling away, she leaned in harder — as if his touch was the only thing she ever needed.

That simple grope lit something inside her, something wild, something she never even knew she had. And just like that, her entire body reacted — purple mist started seeping from her skin, wrapping around her like a cloak, twisting and dancing in the air like it had a life of its own.

"I-I can feel everything... ngh... y-you're so... f-fuck—!" Sylvaris's voice cracked as his body shuddered under the wave of intense pleasure.

What the hell is happening...?

His senses inside her suddenly exploded, as if everything tripled in sensitivity — the pressure, the heat, the way she squeezed around him — it was all too much. It felt like he was climaxing again and again without ever releasing, a continuous high that refused to fade.

"Agh—!" He couldn't take it anymore, his body gave out as he dropped onto his back, panting heavily on the forest floor, completely overwhelmed.

"Liraeth... what are you doing?" he muttered, eyes wide with confusion and barely-contained lust.

She didn't answer. Her body simply radiated powerful purple mist, her back was still facing him with her hips lowering down in a slow, teasing motion. Her thighs trembled, her scent of desire thick in the air, and in her eyes he could swear he saw hearts. Even her face was flushed red, lips parted, lost to the waves of desire consuming her.

Sylvaris could only watch as the she squatted above him like a predator claiming her prey.

"Y-You made me like this, Master... ngh... now take responsibility~!" and then she moved her hips, her pussy swallowing him fully, making her jiggly ass bounce like a pudding. "NGHH—F-FUAAAH~! She screamed in pleasure as her hips slammed down hard.

So this is what an elf in heat really feels like... f-fuck... I think she's going to break me... haha!