Harem Stealer: Reborn with the God-Tier Sharing System novel Chapter 158

Chapter 158: Chapter 158: Our Oracle (R18)

Chapter 158 – Our Oracle (R18)

Sophie lay with her head resting on Noah’s chest, his fingers stroking through her silver hair with tender care. Their breathing was slow, steady, perfectly synced—like two hearts finally beating in harmony.

They had just finished making love. Not just sex. Something deeper.

Sophie was still reeling.

She never imagined it could feel like this. Her legs still trembled slightly from the aftershocks, and Noah hadn’t fully processed how her pussy felt—slightly electric, like soft lightning wrapped in warmth. It was maddening. Addictive. He’d already cum inside her multiple times and still wanted more.

He smiled, his voice low and warm.

"How does it feel... to finally become the Empress?"

Then he chuckled softly.

"Well, not officially. But you will be. Soon."

Sophie didn’t answer right away.

Her fingers traced lazy circles on his chest, eyes distant—thoughtful. She had dreamed of becoming Empress her entire life. It had been stolen from her... and now it was within her reach.

"Is it worth it..." she whispered, "if I had to kill my two brothers and my father to take it?"

Her voice cracked softly.

Noah turned her chin gently with his hand, making her look at him. White runes burned in his gaze. Hers—red, intense, lightning-etched—met his without flinching.

"Do you regret it?" he asked.

"No," she answered firmly, almost instantly.

Then, softer:

"I’m just wondering... will it be the same for us? For our children?"

Her eyes didn’t waver.

"You’ll have many children. With all your wives... there’ll be many heirs. What if they fight? For the throne, for power, for your attention?"

Her voice dropped lower.

"I don’t want that, Noah. I don’t want our family to destroy itself from the inside."

Noah smiled softly, cupped her cheeks between his hands—her face looked unfairly adorable between his palms.

"You’re worrying too much, my empress."

Then his voice grew steady—grounded, full of conviction.

"My children won’t fight each other. You know why?"

He didn’t wait for her to answer.

"Because I’ll raise them in unity. In love. In power. Our family will be strong enough that there will be no cracks for jealousy to slip through. No room for envy."

"And if they still want to rule—" he smirked darkly, "I’ll give them a world to govern."

"Not enough?"

"I’ll give them a galaxy."

"Still not enough?"

His grin widened, arrogant and divine.

"Then I’ll give them the whole damn universe."

Sophie shivered—not from fear, but from the weight of his words. His belief. His raw certainty was so overwhelming it made you want to believe too. You had to believe.

She smiled. A free, wild smile. Then she grinned—mirroring his devilish expression.

"Then we better conquer that whole universe together, husband."

Noah leaned down and kissed her lips slowly. "Oh, we will," he whispered.

My bloodline will not lose. Not to anyone.

That was his belief as The Progenitor. The father of a new legacy.

Then Sophie chuckled.

"But all this serious talk makes me crave you again..."

Noah smirked.

He pulled the covers away, exposing their naked bodies.

"...Then let me savor every inch of you again."

Sophie licked her lips, eyes dark with lust.

"Come, I’m all yours."

And he attacked again—this time with even more passion. More heat. More love. Their bodies tangled once more, and the room filled with moans and breathless whispers.

It was beautiful to witness. Like watching two stars collide and create something eternal.

...

Noah appeared in another room—and this one was... strange.

Pictures. Everywhere.

Images of him. From childhood to now. Smiling, serious, wounded, laughing. Dozens—no, hundreds—covered the walls. It would’ve been disturbing to anyone else.

To Noah?

He found it... adorable.

He turned his head and saw her. Elizabeth. Standing in the corner, holding another photo, preparing to pin it with obsessive care.

"You’re here, my love," she said softly, without even turning around.

Then she looked at him—her eyes pure white, no pupils, no iris. Blank. Haunting.

To most, she looked blind.

They didn’t know.

Elizabeth didn’t need eyes. She saw your fate. She could manipulate it. Twist it. End it.

And Noah loved that about her.