Harem Stealer: Reborn with the God-Tier Sharing System novel Chapter 164

Chapter 164: Chapter 164: Slave’s Worship (R18)

Chapter 164 – Slave’s Worship

Finally, Noah reached the last room.

Dominique’s room.

It was pink. Heart-shaped drawings painted all over the walls, almost like a teenager’s twisted fantasy of love and lust.

But Dominique wasn’t lying on her bed like a normal girl waiting for her man.

No.

She was kneeling on the floor. Naked. Waiting.

The moment she sensed his presence, she lifted her head. Her soft silver hair clung to her sweaty skin. When she saw him, a wide, blissful smile bloomed on her lips.

"Master," she said, her voice sweet—too sweet. "Your slave has been waiting for you."

There was obsession in her eyes. Lust too. But not the cute, playful kind. The kind that ran deep. Dangerous. Reverent.

She crawled to him. Slowly. Her eyes never left his.

Then, without a word, she pulled down his pants.

Noah’s cock sprung free, hard as steel, majestic as ever—even after hours of fucking. Not a single trace of fatigue.

It was ridiculous. Maddening.

Dominique moaned low in her throat. Then she kissed the tip. Softly. Lovingly. As if his cock were some sacred artifact she had waited her whole life to worship.

And she did worship.

Her tongue swirled around him with devotion. Her lips traced every vein. She licked, kissed, and sucked his shaft like it was a ritual—like every motion held sacred meaning.

Noah closed his eyes and let out a low moan. Just soft enough for Dominique to hear, and just loud enough to make her heart flutter.

She smiled, motivated. Her eyes gleamed.

Then she dove in.

GAG—GAG—GAG!

Her throat swallowed him whole. Her lips touched his base. Her body trembled, but she never stopped.

Pain didn’t matter. Limits didn’t matter. All that mattered was that Noah felt good.

"Fuuuck..." he groaned, unable to hold it back.

Dominique’s throat worked like a machine. A wet, sloppy, perfect machine. Her tongue coiled around him, milking him, worshipping him.

And then—

SPLASH—!

He came.

She swallowed.

GULP. GULP. GULP.

Not a single drop escaped. She drank it all like it was holy nectar.

POP.

His cock slipped from her mouth with an obscene sound. Dominique exhaled deeply, her eyelids fluttering like she had just tasted ambrosia.

Her body shook. Her pussy throbbed.

Because her body wasn’t normal.

The more sex she had, the stronger she became.

And the stronger the man—oh, the more she gained.

Right now? She had just swallowed the essence of the Progenitor. Her master. Her everything.

And it was changing her.

’His affinity with lust is ridiculous...’ she thought, eyes glazed. ’I can feel my aura evolving... my Intent taking form... I’m about to reach S-rank just from his cum.’

She shuddered.

And then another thought hit her.

’If just his cum made me feel this good... what if he actually filled my womb?’

Her body heated up instantly.

She wanted it.

She needed it.

She stood and walked to him slowly, swaying like a temptress, like a succubus born from sin.

"You’ve already given so much to the others... so just sit down, Master. Let me do all the work."

Noah raised an eyebrow. "You don’t have to do that. You know ’slave’ is just a title, right?"

She nodded. "I know. You treat us all equally. You spoil us."

"But, Master..." Her voice lowered, eyes gleaming with heat. "We want to serve."

"We want to kneel for you. We want to crawl to you, spread our legs for you, beg for your cock. We want to worship you in the way only we can."