Harem Stealer: Reborn with the God-Tier Sharing System-Chapter 224: The Surrender of a Celestial

Chapter 224 – The Surrender of a Celestial

Inside the core of Laeh, the space here had changed—now it resembled a serene and magical beach. A massive waterfall surged endlessly, and from its base, a stream of water flowed softly over crystalline sand, its liquid shimmering and shifting color every nanosecond.

One moment it was pitch black, swallowing all light like a void... the next, it was a radiant blue that froze the air around it. Then golden, then silver, then pure white.

And in the middle of that magical stream was a young girl with pristine white hair, playing gleefully in the water, her laughter echoing through the vast space like soft bells.

"Hahahah! Big sister Noelle! Why are you still standing there? Come play with me!!" Laeh’s voice rang out joyfully as she turned and waved with a huge smile.

Noelle, seated gracefully on a chair set in the warm sand, smiled softly.

"Play by yourself for now. I’ll come join you shortly," she said gently, sipping her tea with calm elegance.

Laeh pouted, adorably childlike. "It’s the sixth time you’ve said that, big sister Noelle!"

"It’s not—!"

"I’ll go wherever you want after we play," Noelle interrupted with a teasing smile that made Laeh blink, then smile innocently in return.

"Fine, big sister!" she said happily before turning back to splash in the stream.

Noelle exhaled slowly, her soft smile still lingering as she sipped her tea again.

"You’re scamming my dear little sister, Noelle," a familiar voice said behind her.

She turned slightly, finding Noah standing beside her with a knowing smile.

"What do you mean, scamming her?" Noelle asked, putting on a mock-innocent expression.

"Weren’t you just trying to tire her out so you wouldn’t have to follow her around later?" he said, casually sitting beside her and watching Laeh splash around, still oblivious to his presence.

"That’s quite heartless, Noelle," he added, stealing a sip from her tea.

Noelle’s lips twitched. Her plan had been exposed.

She chose silence rather than defending herself.

Noah laughed but didn’t push further. Instead, he turned back toward Laeh with a soft, proud smile. The kind of smile an older sibling wears when watching their younger one just being happy.

"Laeh is just too cute, right?" Noah said, eyes still locked on her.

"She is. And..." Noelle began, also watching the girl with thoughtful eyes, "...she’s quite special. As a World Will, she’s unlike anything I’ve seen. So vibrant, so... alive. So playful."

She chuckled softly.

"I mean, no matter how young a World Will appears, they’re always at least millions of years old. But Laeh? She feels like a 12-year-old girl who never had to grow up."

"And I prefer her that way," Noah added with a wry grin. "I honestly can’t imagine her acting like some ancient wise being."

Noelle laughed again.

Then, silence fell between them. A calm, comfortable silence.

But it didn’t last.

"Noelle," Noah said suddenly, "I have a request."

"What is it?"

He paused briefly.

"Will you accept to become an inhabitant of my world?" he asked.

Noelle blinked, slightly surprised—before understanding immediately.

"Will you gain something if I do?" she asked, already knowing the answer.

"Yes."

"I accept," she said instantly.

And that was all it took.

In that moment, something shifted in the space itself.

Laeh, still playing, suddenly stopped.

Her head snapped toward Noelle—and without any hesitation, she teleported in front of her and hugged her tightly.

"Finally!!" Laeh cried, her grin so wide it looked like her face would burst from joy.

Now that Noelle was part of the world, part of her people, there was no more fear of separation. No more leaving. No more distance.

Noah smiled at the sight, then looked at Noelle and mouthed a silent thank you—before disappearing, giving them space.

...

Noah reappeared back in his bedroom.

But before he could even sit and wait for his wives, he stopped mid-step—his eyes falling on a strange, unexpected sight.

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"...What are you doing?" he asked calmly.

Justicia was sitting on his bed.

Completely naked.

A deep blush colored her cheeks. She had come here fueled by a burst of desperate, overwhelming determination—but now, in front of the man himself, she felt...

Ashamed.

Embarrassed.

And yet, more than anything—aroused.

She, a Celestial. She, a being of divine status worshipped by countless mortals. She, who could obliterate a low-tier world without blinking...

She was now naked in front of a mortal.

But not just any mortal.

The one who had slain her champion.

The one who had destroyed her lover.

The one who had humiliated her.

The one who had enslaved her.

And the worst part?

Even with all that pain, anger, and humiliation bubbling inside her heart...

There was one overpowering feeling.

Lust.

She wanted. Craved. Needed.

She wanted to know what it felt like to have him inside her.

She had watched him for six years. Six years of endless, brutal, passionate fucking. Six years of hearing moans, seeing bodies convulse in pleasure, of seeing that thick, veiny cock stretch the holes of proud women until they forgot who they were.

Six years of watching it all.

She couldn’t bear it anymore.

Slowly, Justicia stood up... then dropped to her knees.

She kneeled in front of Noah Vaelgrim—the man who had ruined her life—and, with a trembling voice...

"...Please... please... fuck me."

Noah looked at her. Calm. Still.

He didn’t grin.

He didn’t mock.

He simply walked closer and knelt down in front of her.

Gently, he raised her chin with a single finger forcing her golden, trembling eyes to meet his glowing white runic ones.

"You want me to fuck you?" he asked quietly.

Justicia nodded.

"Me...the one who killed Elijah? Your champion? Your lover?"

This time, she hesitated.

But even with her hands shaking, even with her shame burning, she nodded again—less firm, but undeniably true.

Noah stared at her.

"Do you hate me?" he asked.

He could have asked the system and known instantly. But he didn’t.

He wanted to hear it from her. He wanted her truth.

"...Justicia," he asked once more, softly, "do you hate me?"

She remained still.

The question wasn’t hard.

What confused her was that... she didn’t know the answer.

Her mind screamed yes.

Her heart whispered no.

And as always, between the mind and the heart—only one truly wins.

And that damned organ that gets people into the worst decisions of their lives?

It won.

"I... I don’t hate you..." Justicia whispered.

"...So please... make me yours."

And at those words, Noah finally smiled.

"As you will, my dear slave."

Because didn’t he already say it before?

He wasn’t Rome.

He was something far greater.

—End of Chapter 224—

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