Harem Stealer: Reborn with the God-Tier Sharing System novel Chapter 169

Chapter 169: Chapter 169: Submission and small meeting

Chapter 169 – Submission and small meeting

Noah was being devious. No—he was being himself. _{freeweɓnovēl.coɱ}

What he just did was wrong, in a sense. But in this twisted, fucked-up world of power and desire... it felt weirdly right.

Christelle was Elijah’s mother. That alone should’ve made her untouchable. Off-limits. But Noah didn’t play by any rules. Not the noble kind. Not the moral kind. He wasn’t some fair knight out for justice—he was the kind of man who took what he wanted, bent the world to his will, and made others kneel.

And with Christelle, there were only ever two paths: either she submitted willingly... or she died.

No middle ground.

So when his women gave their approval to make Christelle his slave, it surprised him—genuinely. But it also pleased him. It meant they were changing. Maturing. Letting go of the delusions of normalcy and finally embracing the kind of life they were building together.

And now?

Now Noah wouldn’t hold back.

"I want you to be my slave, Christelle," he said, hand under her chin, voice soft but unshakable. "I want you to devote every part of yourself to me."

And just like that—her heart skipped.

A slave? His slave?

The word hit her harder than it should’ve. Her body trembled. The idea of giving up her whole self, kneeling before him, becoming his property... it made her feel something terrifyingly warm in her core.

No more lonely hours reading dusty books she didn’t care about. No more wondering why her son hadn’t called. No more pretending she wasn’t craving—aching—for a man.

And not just any man. This man.

Noah.

Christelle didn’t resist anymore.

Why would she? Sophie was now Empress. Elizabeth and Solaris ran the Church. And her son? Gone. Silent. Absent.

Probably ashamed of the whore he had for a mother.

There was no resistance left to muster.

She wasn’t the female lead of some inspirational drama. She wasn’t destined for greatness. No. She was a broken, beautiful, used-up woman who once sold her body because it was the fastest way to survive.

So, she did what she did best—she submitted.

She slowly kneeled, her thoughts flashing to the fact she was bowing before her son’s enemy... but that thought? She crushed it.

’I have no choice,’ she whispered in her mind. And then, deeper—

’I’m sorry, my son... but I crave this.’

I crave the release. The obedience. The loss of control.

The feeling of belonging to someone powerful enough to claim me completely.

"I submit... Master."

Her pussy pulsed. Wet didn’t even begin to describe it. She was drenched. Starved. Ready to be ruined.

But Noah didn’t touch her. Not now.

He simply placed his hand on her head and said, "Good decision."

He smirked. "I’ll send you somewhere one of my women will take care of you... hopefully in a good way."

And just like that—Christelle vanished. Straight to his realm.

"Ahh..." Noah sighed, finally sitting down. His cock twitched, but he ignored it.

Everything was in place now.

Sophie? Empress.

Zara? Handling Alice.

Aphasia? In the bag.

Christelle? Taken care of.

Which meant only one thing left on his list—training. Mastering his power. Sharpening himself until everything he had felt natural. Easy. Godlike.

But before that—

"Let’s meet Laeh. That child looking world will has a lot to explain."

Noah activated the divine authority granted to him by Laeh. One thought—and he vanished.

He appeared inside Laeh’s realm.

And instantly—

"OHHHHHHHHH MY LUCKY STAR IS HEREEEEEEE!!"

A voice boomed like thunder.

Laeh launched himself at Noah, hugging him tight like a crazed fan meeting a god.