Reincarnated as an Evil Harem God-Chapter 34: Solidifying Their Feelings

It took a moment of awkward silence—standing in the middle of the woods, the only sound was the soft rustling of the birds as the two lovers hesitated, too embarrassed to meet each other's gaze, until they both finally realized they were completely bare.

"Ahhh! I'm sorry, M-master, I'll dress first and then we can go..." Liraeth scrambled to gather her clothes that had been scattered across the cold forest floor. She clutched Sylvaris's shirt to her chest, shielding her enticing curves that threatened to spill out of her grasp.

Her face flushed bright crimson, especially after what Sylvaris had just said. I will travel with my master... just the two of us? Everything felt too sudden, too overwhelming, too surreal for her, making her senses heighten as she grew more attuned to every sensation.

Her body trembled faintly from the cool wind brushing against her exposed skin. The breeze made her rush to get dressed, her clothes sticking to her soft body, her short skirt offering little protection from the chill. Yet, she had no panties on, which was still mysterious why, was she secretly a pervert? Sylvaris watched her from the corner of his eye, pretending not to notice her, but he couldn't help but admire her curves when she bent down to pull up her skirt. Her breasts swayed enticingly, bouncing sensually with each movement.

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He admired every curve, captivated by the thick, supple legs and soft, inviting thighs that made his thoughts spiral with desires that were anything but appropriate.

Why do I feel like I want my head buried between those killer thighs? Damn... in my world, a girl like that would have been a millionaire on OnlyHoes. Men would've devoured her, but thank the gods this world has no way for women to exploit their bodies online. I couldn't date a girl who sells herself to others.

He wiped the sweat from his brow, his eyes tracking her ample breasts, barely contained by her dress. The way she dressed made his arousal stir again, threatening to rip through his pants. Wild thoughts flooded his mind, urging him to tear off her clothes and ravish her for days—no, weeks—without pause. But he knew he had more pressing matters to handle first, especially the girl who had slipped through his grasp.

He couldn't shake the image of that perfect, sculpted ass... that glorious, godly ass. He knew he had to track her down, but where could she have gone? The way she ran away left a lingering ache in his chest. And on top of that, he felt the need to tend to his own clothes and take a bath. His body was covered in sweat, blood, and dirt—not to mention, his clothes had turned from white to crimson. Thankfully, Liraeth hadn't noticed yet, and he didn't feel like explaining himself.

"You know..." Liraeth spoke suddenly, her voice trembling with embarrassment deep in her chest, despite having performed such intimate acts with him just a day ago. "You shouldn't think about other women when you're with me... M-master..." Her face flushed as she stood shyly before him. She didn't know what to say. I don't like the way he looked at that girl; I can feel that he still can't forget her.

But Sylvaris thought otherwise. He felt that it was acceptable to think about other women, but something felt wrong—as though he could feel her heartache. He didn't know why, but his body moved on its own, walking toward her slowly. The sound of the leaves crunching beneath his feet, the scent of the pine trees, only amplified their rising desires. Their gazes met—golden and violet blending together.

When he saw her eyes, Sylvaris felt an internal conflict. Why do I feel this way? I never intended for things to unfold like this. I wanted a harem of women who would worship me, treating me like a god... But now... I want their love, and I long to love them too. Are these my feelings or the influence of the system? A wave of confusion hit him.

Yet, his thoughts paused when he noticed the trembling in her eyes, as if she was silently asking for reassurance, for comfort, for him to see her as something more than just an object of desire. I crave her more than just physically... Liraeth... my Liraeth... He gently took her arm, their fingers entwining. He pulled her into him, his chest still bare, pressing against hers. His warm breath brushed against her neck, and the scent of her sweet skin engulfed him—making her feel the desire he had for her for a brief moment—before their lips met in a kiss that was heated with passion. The sudden meeting of their lips rocked Liraeth to her core. It was exactly what she longed for. This man, who had thought of another while being with her, was now kissing her like this... yet, she didn't resist. She welcomed it, letting him hold her waist, pulling her in.

He kissed her softly—"Mwah~..."—and Liraeth felt as though she could melt in his embrace. His kisses were tender and full of love—like nothing she had ever experienced before. This sensation made her heart race more than she had anticipated.

Master's lips are so soft... "Mmm~..." she hummed, her breath shaking as she responded.

Sylvaris lost himself in her sweet lips, feeling the heat of their kiss, which was filled with an intensity of love he hadn't thought possible. His control faltered, his hand sliding down to her ass, squeezing firmly. "Ahh~! D-Don't... ngh~! You—" The sudden shift, in the midst of their romantic kiss, caught her off guard, but she found herself growing more aroused by his forceful actions. Somehow, it was just what she wanted from her master.

Author, I swear, if you write another smut Chapter, I will find you myself and rip you to pieces. Can we just move on with the story already? This is making me want to puke...