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

Alaric stood silently, observing Cassandra as she meditated in the center of the training chamber. Her eyes were closed, her breathing deep and even, her body still. The reddish glow of the elixir seemed to emanate from her skin, a visible sign of the potent energy coursing through her veins.

'Perfect,' Alaric thought, a predatory gleam in his ruby eyes. 'Just as that slutty mother of mine had said. She's completely engrossed. Vulnerable.'

He licked his lips slowly, his gaze lingering on the mature curves of Cassandra's body, the way her dress stretched across her voluptuous breasts, the gentle swell of her hips. Desire stirred within him, a primal urge to simply take her, to claim her right here, right now.

'Patience, Alaric,' he reminded himself, suppressing the immediate urge. 'The reward will be far greater if I follow the plan. Control yourself. Remember that subtlety is the key.'

Seducing Cassandra In Dream