Reincarnated as an Evil Harem God-Chapter 39: System Update: Love at 1%, Lust at Max***

His steps were slow, but needy. He didn't even try to hide it. Sylvaris's bulge was so big it looked like it would soon burst through his pants on its own.

And the one lost in desire was facing him—yet she hadn't noticed him at all. Her focus was locked on the rune screen in front of her, so fixated on the fantasy that she hadn't realized the real deal was standing just a few steps away, watching her pleasure herself like a woman possessed.

The forest around them was silent save for the occasional chirp of birds or rustle of leaves high above. Shafts of golden sunlight pierced through the canopy, illuminating floating pollen and dust motes. The air smelled of moss and earth, grounding the heat of the moment with the cool calm of nature. Yet even in such serenity, the scene unfolding was anything but.

She's soaking wet... Sylvaris licked his lips. I've never seen someone leak this much. Even the forest floor is drenched. Who knows what kind of tree might grow from those love juices?

Her fingers reached deeper, parting her folds as if inviting him in. The same man she was watching on that glowing rune screen, lost in lust.

Her breath caught as she slid two fingers inside herself. The sudden intrusion made her back arch, her body shuddering as the pleasure surged through her.

"Nnnh~! Ahhh...!" she gasped, her body trembling. Her fingers worked faster, deeper, her moans growing louder, more desperate.

"Ahn~! F-Fuck... it feels so good... nghhh~!"

As the heat within her boiled over, she called out between shaky breaths, voice trembling with raw need.

"Ahhh~! Stranger... nghhh~!"

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Where is he? Why isn't he here taking me right now? Why's he with that slutty elf?! He's mine. Mine... mine... Ahhh...!

"I need you... now... please~!"

And how could a gentleman like Sylvaris ignore a woman in desperate need? That would tarnish his image, wouldn't it? Well, maybe the Author had set this scene up just for him... hehe.

Suddenly, her rune screen flickered. As if something—or someone—was trying to break through. A large hand tore into the display, shattering the image of fantasy. And through the broken light emerged a face of perfect beauty—golden eyes shining like suns.

Her core tightened instantly.

"You... YOU!?" she gasped, frozen in panic. How the hell was he—the man she was just fantasizing about—now standing in front of her, mid-masturbation, in one of her most shameful, sinful moments?

She bolted. Her legs moved with pure panic, trying to run away faster than ever before. She hated this. Hated herself. Yet she also wanted to stay. Her body betrayed her.

Running again, huh? Sylvaris chuckled darkly to himself. This time, I swear... if she escapes, I'm using brainwash. I've held back too long. If it's not her, then Liraeth and the fox girl will pay the price. I'm gonna fuck something.

But luckily—or rather, thanks to the Author pulling strings again (and you know he did)—the pervert tripped. Her body gave out, climaxing mid-sprint. Her pussy clenched so violently at the thought of Sylvaris catching her that she came right there, crashing to the ground face-first, ass high in the air.

Tears ran down her cheeks. Drool slipped past her lips. She'd never come that hard in her life. And now she was just a defenseless rabbit, ripe for Sylvaris to claim. He didn't waste a second.

"Since you called, I've shown up. Don't tell me you're backing down now on your own desires, oh mysterious beauty." His voice was soft—but dangerous.

Her whole body shivered. She could've gotten up. She could've run again. But she didn't. She stayed there, trembling, ass raised high, heart pounding.

He's... he's going to claim me. He's really going to fuck me! she screamed in her mind. Her ass twitched, her hips swaying slightly, practically begging him.

Not that elf. Me. He came for me. He chose me. ME! I'm so happy!

She watched as his cock burst free from his pants—bigger than she remembered. Comically huge. Her eyes widened in awe and panic.

Sylvaris, on the other hand, was fixated on her twitching, soaked pussy, almost sucking in air like it was calling for him.

He didn't hesitate. He grabbed her ass with both hands with a slam.

"Ahn~! Hah—FUCK~!" she cried out as his hands claimed her.

His grip was rough, possessive, squeezing her cheeks and pulling her in. The moment his cock rammed into her soaked slit, her breath was knocked from her lungs.

"AHH~!" she screamed. He pushed deep, her body jerking forward, completely powerless to stop him. Her release had already softened her walls—she was ready for this. For him.

Oh god—he's inside—so deep... I wasn't ready for that massive dick! Why does it feel so fucking good?!

"NNNGHH~!" Her scream was primal, raw, desperate. He owned her with one thrust.

"I've been meaning to meet you," he growled, hips slamming against her. "You ran away and left me haunted by this juicy ass... day and night. And now—you're mine."

"Ahh! So deep—ngh~!" she gasped. Her voice trembled with every slam, her body moving in sync, meeting him. "Yours! I'm yours! I'm so yours!—HNNGH~! F-FUCK!"

"Exactly," he hissed, slamming harder. "And now you're going to repay me. For all the pressure I've felt... even if it takes days—weeks—of me breeding you into submission, you bitch."

The moment he called her that—bitch—her pussy clamped down like a vice.

She loves it.

To Sylvaris, it felt like she was milking him—desperately hungry for his seed. That alone made him fuck her harder.

"HYAAAH~!" she cried, her hips trembling, ass moving on its own. Her body wanted to trap him. To keep him.

To never let him go again.

Suddenly a system screen appeared above her head,

[Love meter: 1%]

[Desire meter: 1000%]

[You may add Nyasha Rivenveil to your harem when the love meter reaches 50%]

So she's just a bitch in heat, huh? Sylvaris grinned. Good, good. This actually makes it more fun. If she doesn't love me right now, I'll make her love me soon. I'll fuck the love into her and make her submit, even if it's the last thing I do.

A smile as wide as a mountain stretched across his lips, and that glint in his golden eyes returned—as if he had just found a brand-new toy to break in.