Evil_Villain

In his past life, Ethan Steele was an ordinary man living in a modern world—working a dead-end job, struggling through the monotony of daily life, and haunted by regrets of missed opportunities.

At the age of 23, his life came to a sudden, unexpected end in a car accident. As his consciousness faded into darkness, he was sure it was over.

But fate had other plans. In the divine realm, the God of Fate watched over the balance of life and death.

Ethan's untimely death was a mistake, an anomaly that diverged from the preordained path of his destiny. It wasn't yet his time to die, and so, the god decided to give him another chance.

"You were meant for greater things, Ethan Steele," the god's voice boomed. "To correct this error, I will reincarnate you in another world—one filled with magic, swords, kingdoms, and adventure. You shall be reborn, but you will not remember your past until the appointed time. There is, however, a... complication."

By divine error, the god accidentally bestowed Ethan with the Harem God System without having any idea about it.

This system is a powerful, reality-bending system that would allow him to charm and seduce influential women to build his harem, growing in strength and power with each conquest.

"Your memories of Earth will return on your seventh birthday. I hope you enjoy your life here in this world"

And with that, Ethan's soul was transported to a new world.

Harem Master: Seduction System

Lyra, her face and breasts still glistening with Alaric's seed, looked up at him with a mixture of awe and desire. A small smile played on her lips as she reached up, touching her tongue to her lips, tasting his essence.

'It's… warm,' she thought, a shiver running down her spine. 'And… surprisingly… not unpleasant.'

She then licked her breasts, savoring the salty, slightly sweet taste. A wave of heat washed over her, her lower regions throbbing with renewed desire.

Alaric chuckled, pulling her closer, his eyes fixed on her face. "Satisfied?" he asked, his voice low and suggestive.

Lyra nodded slowly, her eyes meeting his. "More than," she whispered, her voice husky and breathy.

Alaric smirked, pulling her up and leading her back to the bed. "Good," he said, his voice laced with amusement. "Because now it's my turn to fulfill your request."

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