Reincarnated as an Evil Harem God-Chapter 38: Not the Rabbit I Was Looking For**

Despite the constant glaring from Liraeth and a cold shoulder that could freeze souls themselves, the group slowly made their way down the winding forest road.

Sylvaris, being the 'gentleman' he liked to pretend he was, went out of his way to hunt for a meal. All of them were hungry, after all—not a single one of them had any supplies. Talk about wanting to be adventurers... at this rate, they'd starve before even reaching the first town.

He moved like a trained hunter, though his blade wasn't meant for it. He hadn't prepared anything in advance. In truth, he wasn't even supposed to be in this situation. Still, drawing from the knowledge passed down by his grandfather, he quickly spotted several rabbits deep in the woods, hidden behind tall trees, munching peacefully on the soft inner bark—completely unaware that a demon was already drooling over them from the shadows.

Meanwhile, the two women were left alone just off the road, tasked with starting a fire. The newcomer was more than eager to help, almost too eager. She and Liraeth awkwardly gathered logs, placing them in a neat pile at the center of a small clearing. They worked silently at first, carefully clearing the area so the fire wouldn't spread into the forest.

The silence stretched on until Liraeth could no longer take it. She couldn't keep glaring forever. It wasn't fair to direct her frustration at some poor girl who just happened to fall—literally—into Sylvaris's arms.

"So..." she began, crouching down to adjust the logs. Her short skirt rode up as she squatted, her round cheeks escaping the fabric's limits, revealing everything. She wasn't wearing anything underneath—clearly making a statement about her relationship with Sylvaris.

"We haven't even introduced ourselves yet, have we?" she asked, glancing sideways at the girl. She tried to sound casual, but her jealousy still leaked through the edges of her voice.

"Ah?!" the fox girl panicked, nearly dropping the bundle of twigs in her arms. "I-I... that was so sudden... it hadn't even crossed my mind." Her voice was soft, her posture shy, but her body language—her curves, her outfit, the way her tails shifted—still screamed take me, savior. It made Liraeth sigh internally. This was such a mess.

"I'm Faylira," the girl said after a beat. "I don't have a surname. I wasn't worth being given one... but—" her voice faltered, growing small, "even without a surname... I'm still a person, right?"

She didn't say it for Liraeth, not really. She said it for herself. But Liraeth heard it, and something inside her stirred.

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Liraeth had been so focused on her jealousy, on the potential threat this girl posed, that she hadn't stopped to see the fear hiding behind those emerald eyes. Faylira had been thrown into chaos, just like her. And if she couldn't offer even a sliver of kindness now—then who was she?

"Faylira... that's a beautiful name," she said, her voice softening. "Sounds ancient—like something the spirits would whisper. Your parents must've seen something special in you."

Faylira's fox ears perked up, twitching gently. She looked at Liraeth with wide eyes, surprised. The elf's smile was calm and sincere, her violet eyes glowing softly beneath the forest light. Something shifted between them. The fear, the tension—it eased, even if just a little.

"I'm Liraeth, by the way. Liraeth Moonvale." She rose gracefully to her feet and extended a hand toward her.

The two exchanged small, genuine smiles. In that quiet moment, they bonded over something simple and human—forgetting entirely about the man who had been the cause of it all.

"Achoo!"

Sylvaris sneezed hard, startling the rabbits just as he was about to strike. They scattered instantly, legs kicking up dirt as they bolted into the forest.

"Great... just great," he muttered, rubbing his nose. "Now what the hell am I supposed to eat?"

He stood there for a moment, irritated and hungry. "I wonder what the girls are doing right now... and I still haven't even learned that fox's name yet. Ugh. This day couldn't possibly get any weirder..."

But fate clearly had other plans.

From deeper within the forest, carried softly on the breeze, came a moan.

"Mmmn~..."

Sylvaris paused mid-step. His ears twitched.

"...What the hell was that?"

He tilted his head, straining to hear. Maybe he was just horny. He had been holding back since the morning—ever since that damn fox's curves made his pants tighter than iron chains.

"It must've been the wind," he grumbled.

Then it came again—longer this time. More drawn out. More... desperate.

"Ahhn~..."

That was no wind. That was pleasure.

His smile slowly curled, eyes gleaming. "Someone's either getting thoroughly fucked... or she's playing with herself, hehe! I'd better check out."He moved, silent as a shadow, heart pounding with anticipation.

The moans continued—soft, rhythmic sounds of need, each one weaving through the trees like a siren's call.

"Nghh~..."

He finally reached the edge of a small clearing and ducked behind a thick trunk. And what he saw made his cock throb instantly.

It was her.

The one who had escaped him before.

That blonde seductress with the glowing eyes and lips made for sin. She was sitting on the forest floor, back arched, legs spread shamelessly beneath her black, skin-tight outfit. Her short leather skirt was pushed up just enough to expose the lace of her thigh-high stockings and the slick heat between her trembling thighs. Her fingers moved in precise, practiced strokes, gently massaging her horny pussy, wet and eager.

In front of her hovered a rune screen—glowing purple, flickering like an arcane fire. It showed him. Sylvaris. Shirtless and in the middle of getting his duck sucked by Liraeth. That exact moment when he caught a figure spying through the trees.

It's her! His eyes widened and his heart rate shot through the roof.

So she didn't just watch me that day... she remembered every single detail. His dick started to push his pants as if threatening to tear a hole in them if he didn't undress right this instance.

And now, she's reliving it—getting off to the memory of me. He completely lost his common sense, slowly moving to her.

"Mmm... yes... just like that~..." she whimpered, her voice thick with longing, body arching with every flick of her fingers.

She had no idea he was watching her and creeping up on her.

She's obsessed. Not just curious—she's fucking addicted to me.

And this time... I won't let her escape.