Harem Stealer: Reborn with the God-Tier Sharing System

"Beg for it," Noah said with a snarky smirk, his breath brushing softly across Shadeva's face who simply smiled, her lips curling ever so slightly as she heard those familiar words.

She knew Noah.

He was a lustful bastard, a true degenerate—one so shamelessly wild and sinfully honest in his carnal nature that even the holiest of saints would find themselves curious, drawn in, corrupted, and fucked raw by the gravity of his presence.

But that was exactly what made him irresistible.

He was a degenerate we all loved.

There was just something about him—something so commanding, so wickedly natural, that it compelled women to kneel and worship him in the most sacred, most perverse ways imaginable.

Shadeva, too, felt the same.

Because in her eyes, he deserved it.

But that didn't mean she was going to beg, not today.

Because this was her sexual moment, this was her encounter, and she wanted it to be so fucking memorable that Noah would forever remember her as the woman he always wanted to fuck again and again and again, until the only thing he knew was her name and the taste of her pussy on his lips.

And for that… it was quite simple.

A game.

"Let's play a game, my dear," Shadeva said suddenly, her voice sweet and soaked in lust as Noah tilted his head slightly, curious and amused.

"What kind of game are we talking about?" he asked, calm but intrigued.

Shadeva grinned, wicked and lustful, like a shadow goddess planning to seduce and ruin a king.

"A sexual game, of course. One I call Obey The Winner. We take turns deciding the rules of a round—five rounds total. If I lose a round, I'll do whatever you say—even things I don't like and the same applies to you. And if, at the end of those five rounds, I lose overall… then I'm yours, completely and utterly, to ruin however you want."

Her words were playful, but the intensity behind them was anything but.

Noah's eyes gleamed with interest, his sinful grin slowly spreading.

"I'm in. You can go first."

Shadeva licked her lips.

"First round: whoever breaks eye contact first loses."

She locked her shadowy, glimmering eyes into Noah's directly into those terrifying, runic-threaded white eyes that shimmered like cosmic engravings pulled from forgotten gods.

Noah almost laughed out loud.

Because really? A staring contest?

With these eyes of his?

He smiled instead.

And then, he stepped closer.

He wrapped his arms around Shadeva, locking his eyes into hers, and began undressing her slowly—agonizingly, torturously slowly—his every movement deliberate and measured, while Shadeva's body trembled in anticipation, in need, in overwhelming heat.

The tension was unbearable.

The room held its breath as silence reigned supreme, as if even the air refused to move for fear of breaking the moment.

Noah leaned forward even more, placing his forehead gently against hers.

And there… there, Shadeva saw something.

Something mesmerizing.

His eyes.

So close she could see every line, every floating thread, every glowing rune shifting in color and shape like ancient secrets whispering in languages her mind could barely comprehend—and it was beautiful, so beautiful in fact that she faltered, just for a heartbeat, just for a blink.

And in that instant, Noah struck.

He tore her dress apart in one sharp, brutal motion, shredding it with a force that made Shadeva instinctively look down at her body—and just like that, it was over.

She froze.

Then slowly raised her head.

And saw Noah's grin—mischievous, victorious, sinful.

"First round. One for Noah."

And then, he spoke again, this time with a voice low and soaked in lust.

"As for what you'll have to do, loser… undress me, using only your mouth."

Shadeva shuddered.

Her entire body quivered as her pussy gushed with heat, the raw order flooding her system with a mixture of pleasure and primal obedience.

She didn't argue.

She didn't resist.

She simply got on her knees, crawling toward Noah like a hungry beast in heat, every movement dripping with submission, every breath soaked in anticipation.

And then, she began.

She started undressing him with her mouth.

No hands.

Only lips, only teeth, only tongue.

And it was erotic—no, it was savage—a sight of pure depravity as this naked woman, soaked in her own arousal, with her pussy practically leaking like a broken faucet, worked diligently to strip a man bare using nothing but her mouth… all while licking him like a starving animal every chance she got.

Shadeva had already surrendered to the role.

The role of the loser.

And as everyone knows, the loser obeys the winner.

So she obeyed.

With every button, every thread, every exposed inch of flesh, she slowly unveiled Noah's godlike body—his compact frame pulsing with refined muscle that gleamed under the dim light like a divine sculpture carved by a mad goddess with a yandere obsession.

His shoulders were broad, his arms veined, his abs like divine tablets of sin.

And then… she reached the pants.

Her body trembled again.

The scent of her own desire was now thick in the room, suffocating, undeniable, flooding the air with her need.

She rushed, tore the pants down in one motion, and then—

Boom.

It rose.

That rock-hard, veiny, impossible dick—so long, so solid, so absolutely brutal it looked like something even the gods would be ashamed to admit they couldn't match.

Shadeva stared.

Then she drooled.

She didn't even realize she was drooling, but she was. Her mouth couldn't help it. Her throat throbbed. Her body screamed.

She needed it.

She wanted it.

She wanted to choke on it until she forgot her own name.

But—

"Good. Let's continue the game. I'm hooked in," Noah said, snapping her back to reality.

"Y-Yes!" she replied, voice shaking, her sanity barely holding on by a thread.

"Second round: we ask dirty questions to each other. You hesitate for more than one second or refuse to answer, you lose."

Shadeva grinned.

Lust and chaos in her eyes.

"Ready?"

"I go first."

And then…

"Tell me, what would you do if I brought all your sisters here right now… and made them watch their big sister get fucked like a filthy little dog?"

Silence.

Absolute silence.

Shadeva's brain short-circuited.

She froze.

She blinked.

She twitched.

And by the time her consciousness caught up—

"You lose. Two for Noah."

It was over.

Noah's grin widened.

"You wanted a game, right? Let me show you how to play, my dear Shadeva."

"You're being unfair… you used my sisters…" she murmured weakly, but her voice—oh, her voice betrayed her, because it trembled in lust, in craving, in twisted delight.

Her pussy was gushing.

The game.

The tension.

Noah's words.

And his dick facing her like profane soldier.

All of it was breaking her.

"Now, loser…"

"Lay on your back, on the bed and open your mouth wide."

She obeyed fast.

Almost too fast.

She lay flat, mouth open so wide you could see her damn soul, and Noah climbed over her like a king taking what's his before—

SLAM.

He shoved his cock deep into her throat.

No mercy.

No hesitation.

His thrust was brutal, fast, and so deep it threatened to shatter her jaw and the bed all at once.

But Shadeva wasn't some fragile girl.

She was a shadow.

A World Dominator

A woman of divine rank.

And instead of pain—

SPLASH!

She came, hard.

Her eyes rolled back, her legs twitching, her soul spasming in pleasure.

"Don't close your mouth. Don't lick me with your tongue. Just stay there—open—and I…"

"…will fuck your mouth thoroughly, my dear shadow."

The moment those words entered her mind, Noah slammed into her again, deeper this time, hitting the very back of her throat with such force that her entire body convulsed violently as if electrocuted by divine lust itself.

And so,

The game continued.

—End of Chapter 284—