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 shoved his dick back inside her, sliding into that wet, stretched pussy from behind, and Cassandra let out a gasp that was definitely more pleasure than pain, even though he was hitting her deep, slamming into her cervix with every thrust.

"Ughhh," Cassandra groaned, her voice shaky, her hands gripping the sheets, but her ass was still wiggling, still begging for more. "Edwin… wait… Alaric… stop."

There it was. The fight. Finally. About fucking time.

Alaric paused, just for a second, letting her think she actually had a say in this shit. He leaned in close, his breath hot on her neck, his voice low and dirty. "Stop what, Auntie?" he purred, nipping at her earlobe. "Stop this? You really want me to stop, Cassandra? Be honest now."

He could feel her body trembling, not just from exertion, but from something else too. Fear? Maybe a little. But mostly, it was still pure, unadulterated lust. The bitch was hooked.

Breaking His Aunt Cassandra Entirely (R-18)