Reincarnated as an Evil Harem God-Chapter 22: Their Internal Battles*

A mysterious light shone from Sylvaris's eyes, and the moment it met the elf woman's gaze, her vision began to blur. A high-pitched ringing filled her ears, and her body, once tense and braced for a fight, suddenly relaxed. It was as if she'd been struck by intoxication, her mind clearing as all her worries faded. In their place, there was only one thought—an overwhelming desire to obey whatever command the man before her gave.

Damn it all, Sylvaris thought bitterly. I didn't want to use this on her... but she left me no choice. His anger flared. Why did this damn elf have to push me to the point of using all ten points of my Harem God Energy?

Rage simmered in his chest as he watched her succumb. He couldn't believe this was where he'd ended up—forced to resort to such measures. If he was being honest, he hadn't even considered using his [Brainwash] skill on her. This wasn't the kind of challenge he sought. There's no fun in this, he realized with a sinking feeling. If there's no game, no thrill, then what's the point?

Easy victories like this left a sour taste in his mouth, and the satisfaction of domination felt nothing like he imagined. It was bitter and empty.

Yet, right now, he was free to do as he pleased. And as his eyes lingered on the elf's slutty body, all of her curves drove him mad, the temptation radiating from her was undeniable. Despite everything that held him back, despite his frustration and the bitterness that still simmered within him, he couldn't deny the rush of excitement that stirred deep inside.

There was a strange thrill in the power he wielded now, a sense of control he couldn't ignore. It was a dangerous allure, one that made his heart race, even though he knew exactly what he was capable of. The temptation was powerful, and for all the bitterness he felt, he couldn't completely turn away from it.

I'll just use her to get this frustration out of me. It means nothing, Sylvaris reassured himself, trying to push aside the guilt creeping in. The system didn't say anything about a time limit, so I'll assume I can use it for as long as I need. For now, I'll see how well this skill works.

His eyes lingered on her, drawn to the way her body seemed to draw him in. I wonder what's hiding under those clothes. They're barely holding her together anyway. He tried to shake off the thought, but the temptation was hard to ignore. Despite everything, he still found himself intrigued, the desire gnawing at him.

"What's your name?" he asked casually, stepping closer. This time, she didn't move, didn't flinch, and it was even better than he had hoped. Her stillness was a strange comfort.

"My name is Liraeth Moonvale, noble of the Moonvale family, and the only daughter of Vaerion Moonvale." She spoke with a confidence that felt almost rehearsed, but there was something in her voice, a hint of uncertainty she didn't understand. Inside her, a strange stirring began. Why am I answering him like this? Why do I feel like I want to please him? The thought left her confused, her mind a tangled mess of emotions. This feeling... it's not love, is it?

She couldn't make sense of it. All she knew was that something about the man in front of her, his presence, his aura, all of him was making her feel warm, unsettled, and drawn to him in a way she couldn't explain. It wasn't love. It couldn't be. But it was powerful. And for some reason, she couldn't stop her body from reacting in weird ways, making her pussy feel tingly and warm.

Why is it so hot all of a sudden? My thighs press together on instinct, like they know something I don't. Damn it... why does my body react to his voice like that? I can feel a slick, slow heat gathering between my legs, and I haven't even touched myself yet. And... yet I can feel that my vagina is craving for his touch, this is... this is not how a lady should feel... I... I! But despite her best efforts, Liraeth began to lose the battle within herself. Her eyes, once unsure and clouded, locked onto Sylvaris, tracing the sharp lines of his muscles and the way his gaze never wavered from hers. It was impossible to ignore how his presence seemed to overpower her, how his every movement seemed to pull her in further, intensifying her arousal.

And Sylvaris saw it, too. He noticed the quick shift in her eyes, the way they seemed to darken, like they were suddenly filled with hunger, as if she wanted to consume him whole. He swallowed, feeling a tight knot of anticipation in his chest. Shit. I'll use this to its fullest. I don't care anymore.

He moved forward, his steps heavy and deliberate. Each footfall seemed to thunder in the silence, the sound of his approach sending a jolt of anticipation through Liraeth. Her body tensed, a mix of confusion and desire warring within her. She didn't know why she felt this way, but the energy between them was undeniable.

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His hands moved on their own, landing on the massive breasts that instantly made his fingers sink in like he was touching a pair of marshmallows.

"A-Ahhn!" Liraeth let out a stuttered gasp as her body jerked to his sudden touch; the way his fingertips grabbed her sent a shock through her body, letting the ocean flow in her pussy. Fuck... I can't hold back anymore... I want him to claim me... why? Why do I feel this way?!

Shit, they are so heavy; how does she even stand straight with weapons like these?! Sylvaris was surprised; he had never touched breasts so big in his life.

His fingers pirouetted over the emerald gem nestled at her collarbone, delicately tracing the intricate golden setting before deftly unhooking it with a barely audible click. As the clasp surrendered, the tension that held her voluptuous breasts together was released with a gasp that escaped her lips in a breathy, "H-Hya~!"

The fabric, adorned with delicate embroidery, slithered down, unveiling her ample bosom. Her nipples stood proudly like twin peaks, stiff and pointed, beckoning Sylvaris to gently pinch them.

With a soft pinch from his fingers on her sensitive buds, she couldn't help but whimper in pleasure, her skin tingling under his touch. Each caress elicited a throaty "Fuaaah~!" as she moaned shakily, surrendering to the stranger's illicit exploration of what belonged to her fiancé.

Her nipples were erect and rigid against his touch while her breasts remained irresistibly soft—a paradox that mesmerized him. The conflicting emotions played out on her face as pleasure mingled with guilt in each drawn-out moan that escaped her lips. Despite knowing this was wrong, the sensations overwhelmed any thoughts of resistance; she was lost in the throes of unexpected ecstasy, making her feel wet, sticky liquid flow down between her thighs.

Sylvaris's own arousal pulsed painfully in his dick, urging him to ravage her completely and satiate his desires. Yet his mind warred with his body's primal instincts—urging him to savor this forbidden fruit rather than devour it whole.