Harem Stealer: Reborn with the God-Tier Sharing System novel Chapter 163

Chapter 163: Chapter 163: Grateful...(R18)

Chapter 163 – Emotions, Destruction (R18)

It was a night Noah would never forget.

Seriously. He wouldn’t and he couldn’t.

After all, he had finally experienced the fabled "muscle woman," and calling it good would be the understatement of the fucking century.

It was fabulous.

And now, after ten hours of back-breaking, mind-shattering, muscle-clenching sex, Noah found himself in a new room.

This time, it was the room of someone who hadn’t loved him long—but loved him deeply enough to matter. The woman he had personally named:

Zara HeartWeaver Vaelgrim.

She sat on the edge of her bed, one leg draped over the other, her eyes shifting rapidly between colors—until they finally settled on a vivid, glowing pink.

The color of lust.

"I’ve been waiting, husband," she whispered.

Her voice was low, almost fragile, but the way it hit Noah made his blood boil. Not with anger. With heat. With hunger.

With pure, overwhelming lust.

She had used her talent on him.

But she seemed to forget who she was against.

Noah smirked. "Really?"

Just that one word. And Zara twitched—hard. Her legs shuddered, and she let out the softest gasp.

Because Noah hadn’t just spoken. He’d embodied the concept of Lust in his voice, sent it straight into her body, into her soul, into her—

She was already soaking.

And Noah? He noticed.

"Oh, you want to play with emotions huh?" He stepped forward slowly. "Let me give you a taste."

Then he kissed her.

But not just kissed. He poured into her. At the same time, he touched her body and maxed out her sensitivity—completely. Every nerve lit up like lightning.

Zara didn’t last a second.

"AHHHH—!" Her body convulsed, her legs clamped, her pussy gushed violently all over the bed.

Just from a kiss.

Noah grinned.

"That was only the start, love."

And it was.

Because as she struggled to recover from that one kiss, Noah went straight between her legs. His tongue attacked her soaked slit with precision, hunger, and cruelty.

She came once. Then twice. Then a third time without pause.

It was madness. She was a mess. And Noah loved every second of it.

Then he slid his cock inside her—and that alone made her cum again. The first thrust.

She didn’t even feel pain. Just pure, overwhelming pleasure.

Noah didn’t treat her like Elira or Elizabeth—wild and brutal. Nor like Sophie or Yuki—slow and loving.

With Zara, it was something in between. Controlled chaos. Measured madness.

He fucked her however he wanted. Bent her however she wanted. Took her on her back, on her side, even standing with one leg raised on the table while he slammed into her like a demon let loose.

And fuck, did she gush.

It was worse than Elizabeth, and that girl was a damn fountain.

But Zara? She was a damn floodgate.

SPLASH—!

Another orgasm. Another mess.

And honestly?

We love messes.

We love fountains.

...

At this point, any man who wasn’t Noah would be six feet under from exhaustion. And even Noah, if not for the time barrier he cast every time he entered a room—or the inherent triple-time acceleration of the entire realm— and his limitless power would’ve been worn out beyond repair.

If this night had followed real-world time, it would’ve lasted days.

And yet... he still had more to go.

...

Noah stepped into another room.

Anya’s.

And of course—it was all black. Pitch-dark walls, strange lighting, and framed pictures of explosions hanging like art.