HAREM STEALER: REBORN WITH THE GOD-TIER SHARING SYSTEMC93: Claiming the Daughter of Lust [1] (R18)
Chapter 93: Chapter 93: Claiming the Daughter of Lust [1] (R18)
Chapter 93: Claiming the Daughter of Lust (R18)
Inside one of the lavish rooms of OpenYourPussy, Dominique stood before Noah.
He had dropped his illusion, revealing his true, devastatingly handsome self.
Dominique bit her lower lip, her body trembling with raw, unchecked desire. Every fiber of her being screamed to throw herself at him, to fuck him until neither of them could move.
"You want it that badly?" Noah murmured, a slow, teasing smirk curling on his lips.
He might look composed, but inside, his blood burned just as hot.
People often forgot — Noah might now be a Sovereign, an anomaly, a force beyond comprehension — but he was still once a young man from Earth. A young man who had devoured every kind of degenerate novel, every wild fantasy imaginable. Incest, master-servant, monster girls, mind control — he had read it all.
But survival had come first in this brutal world. Lust had been caged, chained under necessity.
Now?
Now he had power.
Now he was a god among men.
Now he could finally unleash.
Dominique sauntered forward, her every step an erotic dance. She stopped just an inch away from him, her hot breath fanning his face.
"Why are you acting so cool?" she whispered, voice dripping in pure, molten seduction. Her hands glided up his chest, fingers tracing every hard line of muscle. "I can feel it, you know. Your lust. Your hunger. Take me. Claim me."
Her voice was a living spell, sweet and corrupting.
Noah inhaled slowly, steadying himself with the limitless power coursing through his soul.
"Indeed, I want you too," he said, his voice low and dangerous. "But, dear daughter of Lilith... I'm a possessive man."
Dominique's eyes gleamed with surprise, then amusement. She grinned devilishly.
"So you know who I am, pretty boy."
"How could I not?" Noah replied, smirking right back. "Not everyone can make me burn like this."
She pressed even closer — their bodies practically fused together, the thin layer of their clothes the only barrier left.
"Then why hesitate?" she breathed. "You know how many beings would sell their souls to fuck the Daughter of Lust? And here you are, holding back..."
She wasn't wrong.
Fucking any succubus was the fantasy of countless men.
But fucking Dominique — Lilith's only daughter?
That was a wet dream beyond imagination.
Noah chuckled darkly.
"Like I said. Once I claim something... it's mine. Forever. No one will ever touch it again."
Dominique tilted her head, a trace of confusion flickering across her face. "You want me to belong only to you?"
"Yes."
She laughed softly, a sound like silk sliding over bare skin.
"You fool," she whispered. "Do you know what it means to be a succubus? We're creatures of endless lust. We can't stop at just one man. No matter how good he is."
Her pink eyes locked onto his silver ones, burning with challenge.
"And no man has ever been enough."
Noah didn't flinch.
Instead, he grabbed her — hard — pulling her into his arms and crushing her body against his.
"Then I'll prove to you that I'm enough."
He kissed her — brutally, possessively, like a conqueror claiming his spoils.
Their tongues battled wildly, slurping, twisting, tasting.
Dominique gasped against him, but immediately fought back, their kiss growing rougher, dirtier.
Noah's hands roamed her sinful body without hesitation — one hand sinking into the soft, perfect flesh of her ass, kneading it roughly. The other claimed her breast, molding it like he owned it.
Soft yelps of pleasure escaped Dominique's lips as her body arched into his.
When they finally tore apart, both were panting, their eyes glazed with need.
Noah didn't waste a second.
With a flick of his will, a pulse of nothingness rippled out — and in an instant, their clothes disintegrated into dust.
They stood naked, the heat between them almost tangible.
Dominique's eyes widened — not at the loss of their clothes.
At him.
At his cock.
It was a monster.
Veiny, thick, and long — easily over eleven inches of pure, hard, pulsing meat, radiating a male aura so intense it made her knees wobble.
Her pussy gushed instantly, juice leaking down her thighs in rivers.
Her body trembled in awe, excitement, and primal hunger.
Blankly, like a woman hypnotized, Dominique reached out and wrapped her delicate fingers around his shaft.
"It's so... hot..." she breathed, her voice dazed.
Noah growled low in his throat and without warning, bent down and latched onto her breast — sucking, slurping, his tongue swirling around the stiff nipple.
"Ahhh—ohhh—!" Dominique moaned loudly, her head thrown back.
Her hands moved on their own, stroking his cock while his tongue ravaged her breasts, switching from one to the other, leaving wet trails across her pale skin.
His free hand slid down her trembling body, slipping between her legs, rubbing her drenched pussy desperately.
Noah didn't slow down.
He slid one finger inside her.
Then two.
Three.
Four.
Dominique screamed — her body convulsing as she came explosively, juices splashing onto Noah's hand and dripping to the floor.
She collapsed to her knees, gasping, her thighs soaked.
She whimpered pitifully, the proud succubus now nothing more than a soaked, trembling toy in his hands.
But Noah wasn't done.
He grabbed her chin and lifted her gaze.
"What are you doing down there?" he said, his voice dark with lust. "Get up."
Dominique laughed breathlessly. Her eyes, once sharp and proud, were now glassy, submissive.
"We're just getting started," she whispered.
She licked her lips and, without hesitation, leaned forward — taking the fat tip of his cock into her mouth.
Slowly at first — letting her tongue dance around the sensitive crown, swirling, teasing.
Noah groaned, his hips twitching forward.
"Arghh... that's not enough... Take it all inside."
And without warning, he grabbed her head and shoved himself deep into her throat.
Dominique's eyes flew wide, but she didn't resist.
She let her tongue loll out, slurping greedily around his shaft even as her throat gagged and spasmed.
Noah gritted his teeth, thrusting in and out of her mouth savagely, using her throat like a fleshlight.
GGHH! GGH! GGH!
Wet, obscene sounds filled the room.
Tears streamed down Dominique's cheeks. Her nails dug into his thighs.
But she kept sucking, licking, drooling over him — desperate, hungry.
Noah felt the pressure building.
And then—
"OH FUCK—!" he moaned, exploding inside her mouth.
Thick, hot cum flooded her throat. Dominique's cheeks puffed out, her mouth overflowing — but she swallowed every drop, greedily, desperately.
Her body shuddered violently, orgasmic trembles wracking her frame.
For a succubus, Noah's semen was no mere fluid.
It was power.
It was ecstasy.
She stayed on her knees, trembling, her mouth still open, her tongue still hanging out.
Her eyes glazed over even more, swimming in lust and euphoria.
Noah stood above her, his cock already throbbing hard again, glistening.
He smirked darkly.
"Ready for the main course?"
Dominique looked up at him, her whole body vibrating with need.
"Yes..." she whispered, her voice hoarse, broken by pleasure. "Please..."
Noah chuckled.
"Beg for it."
Dominique didn't hesitate.
On her knees, with her tongue still out and her eyes dazed with need, she said:
"I beg you, Master...
Fuck me.
Fuck me until I can't tell right from wrong.
Fuck me until I'm only yours."
Noah's smile widened.
"Get on the bed."
Instantly, she scrambled onto the bed, lying back, legs spread wide — her soaked pink pussy glistening, dripping, begging for him.
Noah's cock throbbed at the sight, veins bulging.
"Fuck me," Dominique moaned again, her fingers spreading herself open.
Noah didn't hesitate.
This time—
He plunged forward.
And the real war began.
—End of Chapter 93—
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Chapter 94: Chapter 94: Claiming the daughter of lust [2] (R18)
Chapter 94: Claiming the daughter of lust [2] (R18)
Noah didn't hesitate.
With a single, powerful thrust, he plunged deep into Dominique's drenched pussy, the thick head of his cock spreading her tightness wide and burying itself to the hilt.
The moment he was inside her, it was as if lightning exploded through both their bodies.
Pure, blinding pleasure.
"AAAHHH—!" Dominique cried out, her head snapping back against the mattress, her mouth wide in a wordless scream of bliss. Her back arched beautifully, her tits bouncing as she writhed under him.
Her pussy walls gripped him like a velvet vice, clenching, massaging his cock, trying to pull him deeper. Every ridge, every vein of his thick shaft dragged deliciously against her inner walls, lighting up nerves she didn't even know she had.
Noah groaned, his muscles tensing. She felt so damn good—wet, tight, burning hot around him. It took every ounce of his willpower not to explode inside her right then.
But tonight wasn't about quick pleasure.
Tonight was about domination. About claiming. About marking her from the inside out.
PAH! PAH! PAH!
The wet, filthy sounds of skin slapping skin filled the air, sharp and rhythmic.
Noah pistoned into her, setting a savage, punishing pace. Each thrust sent shockwaves of pleasure through Dominique's body, making her breasts jiggle and her moans grow louder, higher, more desperate.
"F-Fuck—! You're too big—!" she gasped, tears pricking her eyes from the overwhelming fullness.
Her pussy gushed around him, soaking his cock and thighs, the sheets beneath them growing wetter with every brutal thrust.
And then—
A deep, brutal slam—!
Noah's cock smashed into the entrance of her womb, a savage, primal claim.
"OHHHH—!" Dominique screamed, her whole body seizing up as she came violently, squirting around him, a hot flood of juices pouring out of her twitching pussy.
She collapsed against the bed, legs spread wide, her body trembling, completely overwhelmed.
But Noah wasn't done.
Not even close.
With a growl, he grabbed her by the hips and flipped her onto all fours. Her gorgeous ass was now presented to him, round, flushed pink, begging for attention.
"Wait...! I—I'm still sensitive...!" she whimpered, glancing over her shoulder with wide, tearful eyes.
Noah only smirked, grabbing her ass with both hands.
"No can do," he said, voice low and dangerous.
He shoved his cock back into her soaking slit with a wet, obscene squelch.
SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!
The sounds of flesh on flesh filled the room once more as Noah pounded into her mercilessly from behind, balls slapping against her clit, making her scream even louder.
"Ohhh fuck fuck fuck—!" Dominique sobbed, her arms giving out so that she collapsed face-first into the mattress, drooling helplessly.
Her pussy spasmed uncontrollably, clenching around him with desperate hunger. Her heart-shaped pupils spun in her dazed eyes, drunk on the relentless waves of pleasure crashing through her body.
Noah leaned over her, one hand wrapping around her throat, pulling her back up.
"You love this," he whispered roughly into her ear, his breath hot against her flushed skin. "You love being my little fucktoy, don't you?"
"Y-YES! YESSS!" Dominique screamed without hesitation. "Use me! Break me! I'm yours! ONLY YOURS!"
Noah chuckled darkly, smacking her ass hard—
SLAP—!
Dominique's whole body jerked, another gush of wetness spraying from her abused pussy as she came again.
Her moans became raw, animalistic, her mind shattered into a haze of pure lust.
Every position they switched to—Dominique riding him wildly, Noah pounding her against the wall, him bending her over the dresser, the floor, the chair—she came and came and came, her body pushed far beyond her limits.
And yet Noah still hadn't cum once.
His stamina was monstrous, his dominance endless.
Now, Dominique was back on her back, legs trembling, pussy gaping and leaking obscene amounts of slick.
Noah hammered into her without mercy, the bed creaking dangerously under their combined force.
"Ohhh...! I—I'm gonna cum again!" Dominique gasped, her whole body trembling violently.
Noah felt the tightness at the base of his cock, the telltale rush of climax surging through him.
"I'm close too," he growled.
At the last second, he pulled out, his thick cock glistening with her juices, and shoved it straight into her open, waiting mouth.
"Suck. Every. Drop."
Dominique obeyed instantly, wrapping her lips around him, hollowing her cheeks, her eyes shining with lust and devotion.
Noah groaned, grabbed her head—and unleashed.
SPASH—!
Thick, hot ropes of cum flooded her mouth, far more than she could possibly handle at once.
She gagged, sputtered—but never pulled away, greedily gulping him down, milking every drop from his throbbing cock, her eyes rolling back in ecstasy.
Dominique gulped desperately, worshipping every thick, molten spurt like holy nectar.
When she finally released him, strands of cum dripped from her chin, her tongue lolling out, her whole body shuddering with overstimulation.
Noah's cock, already hardening again, twitched in anticipation.
"Ready for another round?" he asked, voice low, hungry.
Dominique trembled but nodded eagerly, crawling into position on all fours again.
Without hesitation, Noah grabbed her hips and plunged back inside her.
"OHHH—!" she cried out, her whole body jerking forward.
Her pussy was so sensitive now, every thrust making her mind go blank, making her scream louder. She couldn't think, couldn't breathe, couldn't exist without Noah's cock filling her again and again and again.
Hours passed.
Neither of them cared.
By the time they collapsed onto the soaked, ruined bed, their bodies were slick with sweat and cum, their chests heaving.
The room was a disaster—broken furniture, claw marks on the walls, the air thick with the scent of sex and satisfaction.
Dominique rested her head on Noah's chest, her heart still racing wildly.
"You're a monster," she murmured, her voice hoarse from screaming.
Her heart-shaped pink pupils glowed fiercely as she smiled lazily up at him.
Noah smirked, running a hand over her bare, sweat-slicked back.
"You loved it," he said simply.
"I loved everything," she said with a deep, guttural purr.
"You wrecked me. Broke me. Marked me. And I loved every second of it."
Her hand slid down his stomach, lazily teasing his abs.
"Your cock is the best thing that's ever happened to me. Your cum? I'm obsessed. It's like a drug. I need it. I want it inside me, all the time."
She shivered, her pussy twitching at the mere thought.
"Even my mother wouldn't be able to resist it," Dominique added with a lusty laugh.
Noah chuckled softly.
"Good. Because from now on—you're mine. Only mine."
She raised her glowing eyes to meet his, her voice dropping to a sultry whisper.
"I belong to you. Body, mind, soul."
She straddled him again, her dripping pussy sliding along his shaft.
"I'll follow you anywhere. I'll let you fuck me anywhere, anytime, any way you want."
Her hand guided his cock back to her entrance.
"I'll never say no. Never run. Never resist."
[Dominique's feelings for you have reached 100%.]
She smiled wickedly as she sank down onto him once more, gasping as he filled her again, completely, devastatingly.
"OHHH—!" they both moaned together, drowning once more in each other.
Noah grabbed her hips, thrusting up into her hard, making her cry out, her body quivering.
"I didn't tell you my full name before, did I?" he growled into her ear.
She shook her head wildly, barely able to think.
"I'm Noah Weaverheart," he said, thrusting up so deep she screamed.
"Now your owner. Forever."
—End of Chapter 94—
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Chapter 95: Chapter 95: Meeting with The Crow [1]
Chapter 95 - Meeting with The Crow [1]
Finally, the two collapsed on the bed, their bodies spent, their lust sated — for now.
Dominique lay with her head resting against Noah's chest, her breathing steadying slowly.
"Noah Weaverheart, huh? I knew I recognized your face from somewhere," she said softly, tracing circles on his skin with her fingers. "You're the human who defeated the Chosen One."
"Indeed, that's me," Noah replied calmly.
Dominique lifted her head slightly, her beautiful pink eyes gleaming with curiosity.
"And what is someone as famous as you doing here, deep inside demon territory? Inside my mother's domain, no less?"
Noah chuckled, a soft, mysterious smile playing on his lips.
"I have some things to solve," he said, and then added with a smirk, "And... I thought it'd be interesting to meet the rulers of this land. Turns out, your mother is one of them. So why not have her introduce us properly?"
Dominique tilted her head, studying him carefully.
"I smell something fishy... Are you planning to seduce my mother too? Just like you did with me?" she teased, her voice dripping with sultry amusement.
Noah laughed lightly.
"I wouldn't say no to that... But no, I'm not here driven by lust. I have serious matters to discuss with her. Though, of course," he smirked wider, "if it comes to that..."
Their eyes met, full of mischief, and they both burst into laughter, knowing full well that now the idea had been planted — it might very well happen.
"I wonder..." Dominique mused aloud, her voice dropping lower, hotter, "How it would feel... to be fucked while my mother watches... or to watch my mother get fucked..."
Her pussy twitched at the thought, sending a fresh wave of heat through her core.
"Calm down, you horny girl," Noah said, seeing her eyes grow heavy with lust again.
Not that he minded — if he had the time, he would have taken her again right there.
But he'd already lost enough time.
Noah stood up from the bed, his naked body illuminated by the faint morning light filtering through the curtains.
Dominique couldn't tear her eyes away from him.
His physique was perfection — muscles sharp and defined like a sculpture, his wide shoulders tapering into a lean waist. His back muscles rippled with every movement, and his eight-pack abs seemed carved from marble.
And with that long purple hair cascading down and those piercing silver eyes?
Noah was nothing less than lethal.
Dominique's heart skipped a beat.
Her gaze drifted lower—and when she caught sight of his still semi-hard cock, a fresh gush of arousal leaked from between her thighs.
"Ahh... this is so unfair, Noah," she purred, her voice thick with need. "Let's do it one more time..."
Noah's lips twitched in amusement.
"You horny bitch, stop it. I told you, I've got things to take care of. Wait for me tonight, alright?"
Dominique pouted, her lips forming a small, adorable sulk.
"I am a horny bitch, yes... but I'm your horny bitch," she said proudly.
Noah smiled warmly.
"Yes. I know."
He paused, then asked, curious, "By the way, why are you even here in this city?"
"Oh? Nothing much. I was bored, so I decided to take a stroll. I heard this inn was famous... thought I'd check it out."
She smiled, stretching languidly on the bed like a satisfied cat.
"And luckily I did. Otherwise, I wouldn't have met you."
Noah chuckled.
Truly convenient.
I must be Fate's hidden favorite at this point.
He shook his head lightly, dispelling the whimsical thought.
"Get some rest. I'm heading out," he said, turning toward the door.
And just like that—he was gone.
...
Outside the room, the moment Noah stepped into the hallway, a shadow rose silently at his feet.
Ester.
She hadn't accompanied him inside earlier, knowing better than to intrude... but now—
"Why do you look so angry, Ester?" Noah asked casually, sensing the waves of jealousy and anger radiating from her shadowy form.
Ester's voice echoed sharply in his mind.
'Why, Master?'
Her voice trembled slightly with emotion.
'Why did you lose your virginity to her... and not to me?'
Noah smiled awkwardly, scratching the back of his head.
"My bad. I thought it'd be better to get some practice first, before... coming to you."
Total bullshit.
But hey — what she didn't know wouldn't hurt her.
Facing a succubus that forward had simply overwhelmed his old Earth instincts.
Before Ester could respond, Noah added quickly, flashing a teasing smirk:
"But now, my dear shadow... I'm confident enough to give you the best pleasure you've ever dreamed of. Do you want to try it?"
In the shadow, Ester's brain seemed to short-circuit.
Her face flushed a deep crimson beneath the darkness, shame and excitement warring inside her.
Even though she'd voiced her anger and jealousy so boldly, now that Noah was openly offering himself—she couldn't help but become shy.
"I-I don't mind, Master," she stuttered in a tiny, almost inaudible voice.
Noah grinned wider.
"I can't wait, my sweet shadow."
What he didn't know was that Ester was even more eager than he was.
She had dreamed—fantasized—for this moment countless times.
And now that the possibility was real, her whole body ached with anticipation.
"I can't wait either, Master..." she whispered.
Noah's heart raced a little at her trembling voice—but before things could heat up further—
"Master."
A new voice called out ahead of him.
He raised his head and saw Leona approaching, her expression serious and tense.
Noah understood immediately.
The Crow was here.
He nodded subtly.
"Let's go."
As they walked briskly, Noah asked, "Where are Lucius and Zara?"
"Lucius is in one of the rooms—with girls. Zara too, but she's alone, playing with Neko," Leona answered.
Noah nodded again, not surprised.
Both were taking care of their own... in their own ways.
Soon they stepped outside the inn, into a narrow alley shrouded in darkness.
There, standing at the far end, was a figure wearing a Crow mask.
The air thickened like a storm about to break, the scent of blood and cold iron lingering faintly.
Judging by the silhouette, she was female—but Noah knew better than to trust appearances in a world where deception was a basic skill.
Unless you had special eyes—which he didn't, yet—you couldn't trust your sight alone.
Still, Leona had confirmed she was female.
Good enough.
The woman in the mask looked at them silently.
The air grew heavier.
Leona's body trembled slightly behind Noah.
It wasn't easy facing your former master—especially one as dangerous as the Crow.
Leona knew she couldn't fool her.
After all, everything she knew about deception had been taught by the very woman standing in front of them.
The Crow finally spoke, her voice cold and emotionless:
"So, my hunch was correct. You did betray us, Leona."
Leona's trembling worsened.
There was no point in lying.
The Crow was a monster hidden behind a mask — a creature beyond simple understanding.
But Leona placed her trust, her future, her everything — in Noah.
And indeed—
"How very impolite," Noah said, stepping forward smoothly, shielding Leona behind him, "to call me here... and then completely ignore me."
The Crow chuckled softly behind her mask.
"True."
Her gaze sharpened.
"If you came, it means you knew I wanted to speak with you."
She paused, as if considering something.
"I don't know if you're confident or simply foolish... but tell me—"
Her voice lowered slightly.
"Would you dare go further?"
She tilted her head in a strangely playful manner.
"Come to our place. The Shattered Temple. Speak with our master."
Leona's fingers dug instinctively into Noah's sleeve, her body betraying a flicker of true fear.
Another pause.
Then, with a voice full of challenge:
"Do you dare, Noah Weaverheart?"
—End of Chapter 95—
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Chapter 96: Chapter 96: Meeting with The Crow [2]
Chapter 96: Meeting with The Crow [2]
Noah stood silently, the atmosphere thick with tension. Behind him, Leona trembled subtly, unable to maintain her usual composure under the pressure of the mysterious woman before them.
Yet Noah remained unfazed.
In fact, he found it amusing.
Tilting his head slightly, he spoke with a playful lilt, "What do you take me for? A child?"
He chuckled softly. "Well, to be fair, I am one. Still just fifteen."
The Crow stared at him, unimpressed.
But Noah didn't care.
"You said it yourself," he continued, "I came here fully aware that you wanted to meet me. You, someone rumored to be dangerous. Yet here I am."
He smirked lightly.
"And you must know at least a little about me to understand that I wouldn't risk my life without taking precautions."
The Crow sneered. "And you think the precautions of an A-rank being are enough against me?"
Noah smiled lazily. "Would you like to test that theory?"
There was an arrogance to his voice, one he wore as naturally as breathing.
He pressed on without giving her a chance to answer.
"You're the one who asked for this meeting. You're the one who needs me. And didn't you just mention something about meeting your master?"
His grin widened.
"Which means... your goddess ordered you to bring me. Right?"
He tilted his head, his silver eyes gleaming.
"So tell me—what happens if you fail? If you let a mere A-rank slip through your fingers, right here, in your own territory?"
Silence.
The Crow said nothing, but Noah could see the flicker of thought in her eyes.
Got you, he thought.
She hadn't expected this. Usually, her overwhelming aura clouded weaker minds in fear, just like it was doing to Leona. Doubt, terror, confusion—her specialty.
But Noah stood firm. Unbothered.
It's like my aura doesn't even touch him, she thought silently, a sliver of admiration creeping into her otherwise cold heart.
It made sense. If her goddess herself had shown interest in Noah, he couldn't be ordinary. After all, even the most talented demons like Dominique meant little to her goddess. But Noah... Noah was different.
She spoke at last, her voice measured. "That's true. My goddess wishes to meet you. For that, you must come to the Shattered Temple."
She paused.
"We won't harm you. You are only to speak with her. Nothing more."
Noah raised an eyebrow. "And if the discussion goes poorly?"
His tone was light, almost playful, but the question was anything but.
"Will you let me leave peacefully? No fights, no tricks?"
The Crow hesitated, if only for a moment.
"There will be no reason for that to happen," she said finally.
Noah tilted his head again. "And why is that? I'm a firm believer that if something can go wrong, it will go wrong."
She shook her head. "We've observed you, Noah Weaverheart. We know how fiercely you oppose the Chosen One. We know how desperately you want to defeat him."
Her voice lowered, serious.
"But let me tell you something. You can win small battles here and there. But a true victory? That will never be possible."
"Not when he has a goddess backing him... and you have no one."
Noah listened quietly. None of this was new. Elira had warned him. Laeh too.
Still, he asked, "Why do you assume I can't win without divine backing?"
The Crow looked at him as if he were naive.
"Because," she said bluntly, "a goddess grants blessings. Skills. Artifacts. Sometimes even talents. How can you hope to match that, alone?"
"You can't."
Noah nodded thoughtfully. Logical.
But they were all making one mistake:
He wasn't alone.
He had never been alone, not since he reincarnated into this world.
'Right, dear system?' he asked inwardly.
[Indeed, Host.]
[I was there. I am here. I will always be here.]
[You are not alone.]
Noah smiled faintly.
'If you keep talking like that, I might actually cry,' he teased, though half-serious.
A warmth filled him. A small, steady comfort.
Because beneath all his bravado—beneath the ambitions, the ruthless drive, the clever schemes—he was still human.
Still just a boy shouldering the weight of impossible dreams.
The burden would have been easier if he'd accepted Elira's offer to become the Dragon's Champion. It would have been easier.
But easier wasn't what he wanted.
'I don't want the easy road.'
'Laugh if you want. Call me arrogant, foolish. I don't care.'
'Because I believe in myself.'
Because who would? No one is gonna believe in you first.
You will have to make them believe in you. And for that the first step is to believe in yourself.
So,
I won't cower.
'And I will walk this path, no matter how heavy it gets.'
All of this flashed through his mind in the space of a few heartbeats.
He looked at the Crow, smiling coolly.
"True, I'm alone," he said. "And I can't win alone."
"But tell me—what would you gain by helping me?"
He already had a good idea, but it was better to keep playing dumb for now.
"I'm afraid I'm not authorized to tell you," she replied. "But our goddess will explain everything."
Noah nodded. "Fair enough. So how do you guarantee my safety?"
He smiled crookedly. "Words are nice, but actions are better."
The Crow nodded in agreement. "We have no reason to harm you. We need you. We can even seal it with a soul contract if that's what you want."
Without hesitation, Noah pulled out a soul contract scroll—crafted personally by his Soul Dragon, an almost unbreakable bond.
"Here," he said, handing it over casually. "You can read it. It's straightforward. No tricks. I'm actually a pretty honest guy."
He smiled innocently.
Behind him, Leona twitched. Honest? The man who had blackmailed, schemed, and manipulated so many... was calling himself honest?
The Crow examined the contract carefully.
Her voice was neutral as she read aloud, "We will not attack you even if the meeting goes wrong?"
"Yup," Noah nodded. "Basic courtesy, right? You don't invite someone over just to kill them. Besides, it's not forever. There's a three-minute buffer after the meeting ends."
He smirked. "Plenty of time to run away if I piss you off."
"Or if you are capable enough, three minutes will be nothing to you. Catching me will be easy."
The Crow stared at him, then without a word, signed the contract.
Noah clapped his hands together. "Perfect!"
He turned, his silver eyes gleaming.
"Now then..."
"Let's go meet that infamous sneaky demoness."
—End of Chapter 96—
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HAREM STEALER: REBORN WITH THE GOD-TIER SHARING SYSTEMC97: The Meeting with Echidna
Chapter 97: Chapter 97: The Meeting with Echidna
Chapter 97: The Meeting with Echidna
Noah and the Crow appeared in a ruined, shattered temple.
Leona was nowhere to be seen. Only Noah had been permitted to come.
He didn't mind. In fact, it was better this way—Leona's presence would have been a burden if he needed to escape should things go wrong.
The temple lived up to its name. It was shattered—so fragile that it seemed as though a single touch would cause it to collapse completely.
"Let's go," the Crow said, walking ahead. "We've wasted enough time."
Without hesitation, she led the way toward the heart of the temple.
Noah followed silently.
Though he felt relatively relaxed after signing the soul contract, he remained ready to act at any moment.
When they arrived at the temple's center, Noah found himself standing before a tall, crumbling statue.
It depicted a woman—with horns and wings, her body curvy, her figure statuesque.
Yet like everything else in this temple, the statue was damaged beyond repair.
I wonder why... Noah mused silently.
The Crow gestured toward the statue. "Go ahead. Just touch it. This is our goddess's avatar. When you touch it, she will sense your presence and intervene."
She paused.
"But be calm when you do it. You only get one chance."
Noah kept his composure. "Where exactly will the meeting take place? Here? Or another realm?"
The Crow tilted her head, slightly puzzled by his question, but answered, "It's a small temporary realm, created just for this meeting. It exists within this world."
Noah nodded, secretly relieved.
Thanks to Laeh's blessing, his virtual immortality in this world meant he didn't have to fear much if the goddess decided to act out.
He stepped forward.
With a steady gaze, he pressed his hand against the shattered statue.
Immediately, it began to glow with an eerie light.
A deep, unfathomable pressure descended on the shattered temple—
—and in the next instant, Noah was engulfed in a blinding flash and disappeared.
Behind him, the temple, already crumbling, finally gave way.
In mere seconds, it collapsed into nothingness.
The Crow remained at the center of the destruction.
Quietly, she reached up and removed her mask, revealing her true face: a beautiful young woman, seemingly no older than Noah himself.
She had flowing black hair, and striking eyes—one gold, the other red—giving her a unique, haunting charm.
She sighed heavily, gazing at the ruins around her.
"I hope you make the right choice, Master," she murmured.
"Otherwise... we might as well pack up and abandon this world."
Because this was their final chance.
Her master had paid an enormous price just to place this fragile avatar here.
That's how badly the divine beings needed this world.
In these times, finding a world without an owner was like finding a virgin soul in a corrupted land.
Rare—almost mythical.
She sighed once more.
Waiting was all she could do now.
...
Meanwhile, Noah appeared elsewhere.
A new realm.
But unlike Elira's serene white realm, this place was filled with darkness.
The sky was black, crimson flashes tearing through it like lightning.
The space was empty—desolate—except for one thing:
A throne.
At the center of the realm stood a magnificent throne, engulfed in black flames.
It radiated both beauty and danger, seemingly crafted from the rarest materials in existence.
The throne pulsed with a heartbeat he could feel through the ground—each beat whispering destruction into the air.
And atop that throne sat a woman.
To call her merely beautiful would be an insult to her very existence.
She was beyond beauty—something divine.
Her black hair flowed around her like a silken river. Her skin was black as midnight, adorned with intricate tattoos depicting fire and destruction.
There were no visible horns or wings—but Noah could tell this was merely her base form.
She sat on the throne not like a monarch—but like a disaster waiting to unfold, calm only because it chose to be.
The woman regarded him calmly.
"You are intriguing," she said, her voice melodic, without the usual divine force.
It was as if a normal woman were speaking—but Noah knew better.
He was standing before a goddess.
A demoness, no less.
"I cannot see your future," she continued. "Nor your destiny. Nor even your fate."
She leaned forward, smiling slightly.
"How fascinating. How can a mere mortal hide from me? Even if my authorities don't govern fate and revelation, this shouldn't be possible."
Her black eyes gleamed.
"So tell me, Noah Weaverheart—how did you do it?"
Noah steadied himself.
This wasn't his first time facing a higher being.
He had faced Shadeva before—and she had been far more erratic and dangerous than this one.
He smiled lightly. "Maybe fate itself adores me and decided to shield me? Who knows?"
She chuckled. "Or perhaps it's a talent of yours? A title, maybe? But to receive such a thing, you must have accomplished something truly extraordinary."
Her voice turned thoughtful.
"Which is it, I wonder?"
Noah simply smiled in response.
The woman waved her hand dismissively. "No matter. I don't need to know. The important thing is that I found you."
She stood up, her excitement barely contained.
"I only discovered you because you defeated the Chosen One during that little 'game' of yours," she said, her eyes gleaming.
"And now, thanks to that, I'm aware of your existence."
She smiled broadly, delighted.
"Others won't notice you. To them, you are nonexistent. Nothing worth paying attention to. Anyone trying to peer into your being would find... nothing."
She shivered slightly in delight.
"You are a wild card."
Her excitement was palpable.
Because it meant that she alone knew of his existence.
It meant he could be hers.
A rare anomaly, a wild card—perfect to become her champion.
Then—
"Ah..it seemed with my excitement I have forgotten to introduce myself."
Suddenly, her demeanor shifted.
Gone was the playful woman.
Now, standing before Noah, was a true divine.
An existence above mortals.
A being of terrifying authority.
The realm itself trembled as black flames erupted around her, carrying devastating power.
"I am Echidna," she declared, her voice thundering through the realm.
"The Demoness of Flame and Destruction."
Her voice alone seemed strong enough to shatter reality itself.
Behind her, a massive silhouette emerged—a terrifying hybrid of a phoenix and a dragon.
A black flame phoenix.
A destruction dragon.
A lineage beyond comprehension.
Echidna.
One of the rulers of the lower level of Demonic Divine Realm.
A place also known as—
Hell.
—End of Chapter 97—
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