Harem Stealer: Reborn with the God-Tier Sharing System-Chapter 223: A woman’s Determination

Chapter 223 – A Woman’s Determination

After his little time with the maids, Noah teleported straight into the main meeting room of the White Castle. And, as always, he found his women already gathered, each sitting in her designated seat, chatting lightly with one another.

A peaceful, lighthearted atmosphere filled the space.

But the moment Noah appeared, that atmosphere subtly shifted. Peace and ease were still there—but now, love was added. The kind that radiated so visibly you’d think their affection had taken physical form and wrapped itself around the air.

The love they felt for him was always overflowing. Always overwhelming.

Noah sat down at the head of the table, Selene and Elira naturally at his sides.

"Girls, how are you?" he asked with a smile—before that smile slowly curved into a sly smirk.

"I mean... after the night we just spent, of course," he added with a grin.

The women rolled their eyes, playful amusement clear on their faces.

"You’re becoming more and more beastly in bed, Noah," Zara sighed, pretending to be tired.

But nobody believed her act.

"Says the one who kept crying for him to fuck her like a primal beast," Neko shot back, not even sparing her a glance.

Zara’s lips twitched.

"Neko... weren’t you by my side?" she said, pretending to be hurt.

But after being emotionally guilt-tripped three times already, Neko had learned her lesson. She didn’t even look at her.

Zara’s emotional damage stat had become too damn high.

"Tch. No one’s falling for that anymore, Zara," Alice added with a scoff.

Zara simply ignored her.

"Why do you always bicker like this?" Yuki asked as she calmly stroked her ever-shifting sword—every touch reshaping the blade as if it were alive. It was a captivating, borderline hypnotic sight.

"Because it’s fun," Alice replied with a grin.

"There are other ways to have fun with, you know," Aphasia chimed in.

They all looked at her.

"Like playing with spirits?" Dominique muttered lazily from the side.

"Exactly! I can even assign each of you a spirit to play with!" Aphasia beamed.

But—

"No thanks," Anya replied flatly.

The rest followed suit almost immediately.

Aphasia’s lips twitched.

And just like that, another mini battle of egos erupted—this one lasting almost half an hour.

All the while, Noah simply sat there—legs crossed, head resting on his right hand, a small smile playing on his lips. He could’ve watched them bicker forever.

But—

CLAP!

Selene clapped her hands.

"Noah has something to tell us," Elira said with a calm smile.

And just like that, the chaos ended. They all turned toward him.

Noah blinked. Honestly surprised it ended so fast.

He let out a regretful sigh but still got back to business.

"Six years have passed," Noah began, his voice serious now.

"Six years where you’ve all grown. Created your own factions. Learned. Led. Suffered. Commanded."

"Six years where I expected you to give everything—to prepare for what’s to come."

He paused briefly, eyes drifting over each one of them. Their faces were more mature now. Their presence heavier. They were no longer just his wives—they were leaders.

And that made his smile deepen.

"I’m proud of all of you," he said genuinely.

Proud of their journeys.

But like always—

"Still, nothing you’ve built will survive... if we lose the battle against the Shadows."

Another pause. Letting the words sink in.

And they did.

Each of their expressions shifted. Serious. Sharp. Focused.

Noah nodded, pleased.

"So... are you ready for this battle?"

"Yes," they all answered in unison.

"Perfect," Noah said, smiling.

Then he asked, "Where’s Justicia?"

The moment the name dropped, Elizabeth and a few of the others visibly stiffened.

Their expressions went weird. Very weird.

They all suddenly found the walls and ceilings incredibly interesting—looking everywhere but at him.

Noah noticed immediately.

He tilted his head, eyes narrowing slightly. "Eli?" he asked softly.

Elizabeth forced a smile. "Nothing happened, my love. Don’t worry—I’ll go find her."

She disappeared in a blink.

And like a chain reaction, the others followed her lead.

"We’ll go prepare for the battle!" they called out in near-perfect union before vanishing as well.

Leaving only Selene, Elira, Christelle, Emily, and Lilith.

The MILFs, basically.

Noah raised an eyebrow, glancing around the remaining women.

Each of them returned his look with a subtle smile.

"Will you tell me if I ask what’s going on?" he asked, arms crossed now.

Selene leaned forward gently. "Well, my dear baby..."

"Hm. I mean... maybe?" Elira said, tilting her head like a mischievous cat.

"I will," Lilith purred. "If you fuck me right here and now."

"Why not?" Emily added with a teasing smirk.

As for Christelle...

"I’ll tell you—!" she started excitedly, then froze when she felt their gazes pin her down.

She smiled awkwardly. Then muttered,

"Never mind."

Noah sighed and leaned back into his chair.

He didn’t push.

Sometimes, he liked letting them have their little secrets. Their own chaos.

It was cute and human.

He enjoyed that very much.

Then he relaxed and said calmly,

"Let’s call back our little spies."

And—

"Where’s Noelle again?"

...

Meanwhile—

In a private room somewhere deep in the castle, a golden-haired, golden-eyed woman lay on the floor. Naked. Legs spread. Her juices pooling beneath her like a river.

Of course...

It was Justicia.

Six years of watching Noah relentlessly fuck every single one of his women had broken her completely.

The woman had gone feral.

But she still couldn’t bring herself to do the obvious.

’I can’t just go to him and ask him to fuck me...’

’It’s... embarrassing...’

Justicia shuddered at the thought.

Suddenly, her eyes snapped open. Someone had entered the room.

It was Elizabeth.

"How many times do I have to tell you?" Elizabeth said, visibly annoyed. "Just go beg already."

"If you keep doing this, Noah might notice something. At least act normal and do this kind of thing at night!"

Justicia stayed silent for a few seconds.

"I... I can’t. What will he think of me if I... if I beg him to..."

She couldn’t even finish the sentence.

Elizabeth stared at her like she was a complete idiot.

"We all beg him to fuck us. What? You think you’re better than us now?"

"...No..." Justicia muttered, deflating as she fell back onto the floor again.

Elizabeth exhaled slowly.

"We’re going to the Shadow Realm soon. And none of us know if we’ll come back alive."

"So..."

"Better to get fucked now and lose that damn virginity of yours before you die."

And just like that, she vanished.

Justicia remained silent. Processing.

"Die...?"

"...without ever tasting that dick?"

The more she thought about it...

The more she realized the horror of it.

"Hell no."

She stood up.

Pussy still leaking but her heart was determined.

Her fists clenched tight.

"I will get fucked today." she said, face solemn like a knight before war.

Truly...

What a profound and righteous goal to have.

We are so proud of her.

—End of Chapter 223—

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