Reincarnated as an Evil Harem God-Chapter 37: A Fox?

"Are you both okay?!" Liraeth rushed to them, her body moving just a bit slower, her massive curves undoubtedly slowing her down. She glanced at Sylvaris, who was holding an impressive beauty in his arms.

The woman had long, flowing green hair with white tips, her locks cascading like a waterfall. Her face was perfect—so perfect it seemed almost otherworldly. Her most striking feature, however, was her large, fluffy tail—no, two tails, all exactly the same color as her hair, a mesmerizing gradient of green and white. Fox ears, just as fluffy, sat atop her head, twitching slightly as if sensing something. She appeared to be in a defensive posture, her eyes tightly shut, likely still afraid of the impact, her delicate frame trembling slightly in Sylvaris's arms.

What really gnawed at Liraeth, though, was the fact that this woman seemed to have curves that rivaled her own, her outfit practically screaming, "Take me, savior." It left a bitter taste in Liraeth's mouth, the jealousy rising as she clenched her fists.

She's a Beastkin, too, Liraeth thought. And they're known for their irresistible charm. Great. Just great.

Yet, even with jealousy burning in her heart, Liraeth still rushed over. Her eyes darted to Sylvaris first—his gaze hadn't left the woman's face, but at least he didn't seem injured. That alone sent a wave of relief through her... until she saw her.

The woman in his arms looked as if she'd fallen from a divine painting. She had long, flowing green hair with soft white tips that shimmered faintly in the sunlight, cascading down her back like silk. Her body was unmistakably that of a human—slender, curvy, and perfectly shaped—but adorned with distinct beast-like features: Her nine large, fluffy tails—each the same vivid green with white ends—fanned out behind her, twitching subtly as if on guard, curling protectively around her perfect form.

Her skin was flawless, smooth and glowing with a faint magical sheen, giving her the appearance of a celestial being wrapped in mortal flesh. Even with her eyes shut tight, her face was almost too perfect—high cheekbones, soft lips, and a delicate expression that made her look as though she were dreaming of paradise.

Meanwhile, our great savior—and wolf in a sheep's costume—Sylvaris was locked in a raging internal war.

Fox... fox ears... fox tail... mhmm... yes, definitely a fox... He was losing his mind. First, I fucked an elf. Now a sexy fox literally drops into my arms?She weighed more than Liraeth, and every inch of her body was a masterpiece. Her curves were wild. Unreal. His eyes roamed every detail of her sinful outfit.

The attire was barely there—a cream-colored, silky fabric clinging to her like a lover's touch. Gold-trimmed straps crossed over her chest, struggling to contain her G-cup breasts, the soft mounds threatening to burst free with each breath. The fabric shimmered as it stretched over her body, hugging her hips, her sides, her everything.

A delicate emerald pendant rested on her neck, catching the light like a jewel of temptation. Her waist was barely concealed by a translucent veil of fabric, thin enough to make out the outline of her belly button, which sent a bolt of heat straight through Sylvaris's core. His cock twitched.

Not now... control yourself! You'll creep her out!

And of course, Liraeth noticed. Her eyes dropped. Her heart nearly stopped. She already knew this man would collect women... but seeing it happen like this? That stung. A lot. The jealousy roared inside her like wildfire.

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The fox stirred in his arms, her body twitching slightly before her eyes suddenly flew open. Her gaze locked onto the man holding her—a face too perfect to be real, his golden eyes gleaming like molten gems.

But despite his almost divine features, her emerald-green eyes filled with confusion... and fear.

She jerked instinctively, panic flaring across her expression. Sylvaris, stunned, could only blink as she struggled against him. Reluctantly, he lowered her to the ground—his arms lingering for just a second too long.

In that one moment, as their eyes met, time fractured for him. In Sylvaris's world, a thousand years passed. Her gaze had drawn him so deep, so fast, he could've sworn she'd aged him.

"Ah! I-I'm so sorry!" she blurted, bowing quickly with her hands on her knees. Her fox ears twitched with every sharp breath, swaying just like her killer curves. Her breasts jiggled noticeably with the motion, practically defying gravity beneath that barely-there silk.

She looked mature—far from innocent—but her eyes trembled, wide with panic. Whatever just happened, it clearly wasn't supposed to. Forbidden, even. Her fear wasn't just of the crash. It was something deeper. Something she didn't want to talk about.

"Not at all," Sylvaris said gently, his voice calm and reassuring. "Are you hurt? That was one hell of a crash. You're lucky we happened to be here—you could've been seriously injured. At least let us escort you to town. Also... your horses ran off with what's left of your carriage."

He scratched his cheek casually, as if the whole situation was just unfortunate coincidence. But in truth, he'd secretly used a subtle ability moments earlier—firing a small, white projectile at the horses. It wasn't enough to injure them, just enough to spook them into fleeing with the shattered remains of the wrecked carriage.

There was no way he'd let this girl disappear now. She was too perfect. In his mind, it was already decided—she would be his second harem member in this world.

Sylvaris's words struck the girl to the core. Her ears twitched with panic, her expression tense as she glanced back—only to find that her horses were truly gone. Her ride, her carriage... all of it had vanished into the woods.

She stood frozen for a moment. She didn't trust him. Not the man holding her, nor the woman beside him. But right now, she had no other choice.

"Well... this is embarrassing," she muttered, brushing her fingers to the bridge of her nose. "But please... take care of me until the next town. I-I'm not local..."

Her voice grew softer, and her eyes dropped to the ground. She looked like the picture of a shy, helpless maiden—and in Sylvaris's eyes, she had just become the most adorable creature in the world.

Yup. I'm definitely taking her as mine.A dangerous glint flashed through his golden eyes—just for a moment, quick and silent. No one noticed. But the decision was made.