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 thrusts into Cassandra, and she gasps, a sound that's more pleasure than pain, more surrender than protest. 'Damn, she's tight,' he thinks, a surge of satisfaction coursing through him. "That's it, Auntie," he grunts, his voice rough against her ear. "Take it all."

Cassandra's body clenches around him, her nails digging into his back, but not in resistance. 'He's… inside me again,' she thinks, a dizzying wave of heat washing over her. 'It feels… too good.' Shame and pleasure war within her, but pleasure is winning, damn it.

"Resist, Cassandra," Alaric commands, his voice laced with a cruel amusement. "Fight me. Make it interesting."

But she doesn't. She can't. Her body is already lost, already drowning in the sensations he's unleashing. 'I'm weak,' she thinks, a bitter taste in her mouth. 'Pathetic.'

Twenty Hot Rounds With Cassandra