Harem Stealer

Volume Five: Path of Cosmos-I

Chapter 277: Golden Tree

The transformation of Ester didn't last long, it was instant.

The moment the black light enveloped her and the universe echoed that singular, quiet sound, it was already done.

The black light faded, and in its place stood Ester.

Her appearance hadn't changed much—she still had the signature silver hair of the Vaelgrims, her facial features remained untouched, pristine and dignified as always but her eyes... her eyes were no longer the same.

Before, they were black with umbrella-shaped pupils, mysterious and elegant in their own way.

But now, they were simply black—plain, dark, formless.

Or at least, that's what you'd say... if you weren't the one staring directly into them.

Because those around her, those standing in her presence, couldn't help but feel a strange sensation clawing at their being, as if by staring too long into her eyes they'd lose themselves, completely and eternally, within a realm of unfathomable shadows that had no depth, no start, no end.

Her entire presence had shifted.

No longer did she radiate the signature pride of a young woman carrying the weight of her duty—now she was calm, silent, and completely formless.

It was as if she wasn't there, yet at the same time, more present than anything else.

A strange contradiction. A new reality.

And as the light of her evolution faded entirely, The Records descended, their voice emotionless yet filled with invisible weight.

{Congratulations, Ester Vaelgrim, for achieving this level of existence.}

{You have received a title: The Origin of Shadow.}

{Your understanding of Formlessness has reached 100%.}

{You have received a title: The Origin of Formlessness.}

{Your physique has been upgraded.}

{Your talent has been upgraded.}

{New Physique: Formless.}

{New Talent: Formless Shadow (Origin Rank).}

{You are now the master of the Shadow Realm, and the master of Shadow.}

Ester read these notifications calmly, a soft smile blooming on her lips as if none of it surprised her because in truth, maybe it didn't.

Then she turned her head, her eyes landing in one direction and there, invisible to all except Noah, stood Shadow himself.

Their eyes met for a single moment before Ester turned away without a word, her gaze falling next upon Nixie, who bowed her head without hesitation, her entire posture soaked in humble submission.

Ester nodded at her, pleased.

"I am proud of you, my daughter," a familiar voice echoed softly, and Sari appeared before her, serene and elegant, her presence unnoticed by everyone except, of course, Noah.

Ester's lips twitched slightly.

"Are you trying to tell me that even with all this power, I still can't sense you, Mother?" she asked, half annoyed, half amused, her voice tinged with something warm and deeply respectful.

She liked this version of her mother—bold, confident, unbothered.

Sari just shrugged with a small teasing smile, radiant and calm.

"I thought you'd be able to sense me, actually. Seems like you still have a long way to go," she said, looking at her daughter like one might look at a child who had taken her first step into the true world. Still innocent and naive.

Ester's lips twitched again, this time more pronounced.

"Moth—!"

She didn't finish because Sari suddenly hugged her.

Ester's eyes widened ever so slightly, but then her lips curved softly again, her eyes closing as she melted into the warm embrace, the warmth of her mother grounding her evolution in something deeper, something real.

No words were spoken.

No words were needed.

Everyone could feel it—the pride, the joy, the deep, unshakable love.

Because there's nothing more sacred to a parent than watching your child ascend, grow, and become something worth everything.

Eventually, after the emotions calmed and the atmosphere softened, it was time to conclude.

"You can already feel the weight of your control over the realm and over Shadow. Try to explore it, understand it, mold it," Noah said gently as he stepped forward beside her.

Then he turned toward the Originals, his tone warm and commanding.

"Let me invite you all to my home, alright?"

"We'll talk more once we get there."

And without waiting for response, he teleported all of them straight to Laeh.

He closed his eyes for a moment, scanning the Shadow Realm with his perception, eyes dancing across little scenes scattered across its corners—Eric and Aerica sitting together, whispering quietly, their bodies leaning toward one another with affection; others were just recovering from the recent battle and the mundane people were living their lives unaware.

He smiled like a proud master watching students exceed expectations as he looked at Eric.

And when he was certain he had missed nothing, he turned to face his women.

"Ready to go back?" he asked with a soft grin.

They all nodded in perfect sync, and in a flash—they were gone.

Leaving behind Ester, Nixie, and Shadow.

Ester turned to them slowly.

Her voice was quiet but firm, with a trace of warmth still lingering.

"Let's talk, shall we?"

...

While the battle for the Shadow Realm reached its end, somewhere far off—in a quiet pocket of the universe—an unexpected conversation was unfolding.

"Come on Mommy, open up already!" a blood-red-haired man with pitch-black eyes shouted loudly into the void, standing before a tree so impossibly massive that entire galaxies could be cradled between its branches.

The tree glowed gold, its leaves shimmering like celestial realms in miniature, and the aura it radiated was enough to make most beings kneel from sheer instinct alone.

This was the home of Aurelia, the First Abomination.

And right now, Asaemon stood outside like an eager, stubborn brat begging to be let in.

"Man, you're seriously gonna keep ignoring me?" he shouted again, knowing full well she could hear every word.

And sure enough—

"You're the one being stubborn. I told you to leave me alone. And did you just call me Mommy again, Asaemon?"

"Do you want to die?" a sweet voice echoed in his ears—but the words were anything but sweet.

Asaemon grinned like an idiot.

"Aurelia, stop focusing on small details."

"And the sooner you let me in, the sooner I'll leave and let you go back to reading in peace. You want that, don't you?"

For a long moment, there was no answer.

Until finally, a small green swirling portal opened in the air in front of him.

He smiled triumphantly and stepped forward.

In the blink of an eye, he was standing inside a lush, ethereal forest, the same golden tree rising into the sky like a divine monument, its light bathing the world in sacred glow.

At the base of the tree, sitting casually on the radiant grass, was a green-haired, golden-eyed woman with pale white skin that seemed to glow with a heavenly glow.

Aurelia.

She raised her head from the book she was reading, her golden gaze landing on him with visible irritation.

Asaemon, in true chaotic fashion, acted like he didn't notice at all and conjured a chair made entirely of writhing, pulsing flesh—the flesh of a celestial, judging by its strange shimmering glow and slightly divine smell.

It was disturbing.

But somehow... beautiful.

"What do you want?" Aurelia asked, eyes narrowing.

"Can't I visit my mom—?"

He stopped mid-sentence as a golden needle appeared just a hair's breadth from his throat.

He grinned.

"My dear sister, are you really gonna fight me right now?" he asked with faux innocence as his aura started to bloom—wild, chaotic, terrifying.

His presence burst forth like a tidal wave of contradictions—dragon might, phoenix heat, divine pride, void cold, abyssal rage, beastial hunger—dozens of auras, dozens of species all screaming and twisting together like a maelstrom.

Space cracked. Time bent.

But Aurelia didn't even blink.

"Fight you? Please. I don't have time for that, dear brother," she said with perfect calm, her tone ironic and dismissive.

His aura vanished like smoke.

"Tsk. Boring. And that's exactly why I'm here," Asaemon replied with a pout before grinning again.

"I need you to help me find someone. I was gonna do it myself, but let's be real, I'm too lazy."

He leaned forward.

"So help me out, sister."

He smiled again—dangerous, carefree, wild.

"Help me find our little sibling."

Chapter 278: When Providence Whispers

"Help me find our little sibling, will you?" Asaemon asked as he grinned wide, looking like a child eager to go outside and buy new toys to play with.

Something Aurelia knew very much, as she was the one who understood this unpredictable and thrill-seeking man better than anyone in this damned universe.

And that's exactly why—

"I won't help you," Aurelia said while shaking her delicate and beautiful head, making Asaemon's grin freeze.

"What..? But why, sister?" he asked, genuinely confused as to why he was getting a 'no' for such a simple task.

"Why you ask? Because I know you'll cause problems once you do. You'll probably take the youngest and go to some ancient race and fight them just for fun... or maybe enter some forbidden land just to create some deep, lasting bond..."

She glared at him with growing irritation.

"...just like what you did with me," she finished, her tone sharp and flat.

She had been truly naive back then.

So happy to find out there was another being like her that she accepted Asaemon's stupid proposal of entering a territory belonging to a Law Creator, while they were still at World Dominator rank, just for the sake of bonding.

She regretted that decision immensely, and till this day, she couldn't help but curse her own wide-eyed enthusiasm.

Asaemon just grinned, clearly proud of the chaos he caused.

"Let's be honest, it was fun, sister. We killed that void octopus monster and all its minions. Hahaha, thanks to that I even got his power now."

"Hahahahahah!"

Asaemon laughed loudly, throwing his head back, as if recalling a fond childhood memory, completely oblivious—or perhaps just indifferent—to Aurelia's visible exasperation.

She sighed deeply and chose to ignore him, the way one might ignore an excited dog who just destroyed half the living room.

Eventually, Asaemon stopped laughing and turned back to her, this time with a pleading glint in his eyes.

"Are you really not going to help me?"

"Yes," she answered simply.

"Are you sure?" he asked again, voice teasing now.

Aurelia paused, something in her gut told her she wasn't going to like whatever came next, but still...

"Yes."

Asaemon just shrugged casually.

"Guess you wouldn't mind me staying here then, sister. Where are your lovely beasts again? Let me go say hello to those fairies you love so much," he said with a smirk as he stood from his conjured chair, stretching lazily as if getting ready for a stroll.

Immediately, a profound aura erupted from every inch of the realm.

It wasn't chaotic. It wasn't beastly.

It was calm and serene.

But the longer you stayed under it, the more you felt something slipping away from you—something essential, something tied to your very existence.

Asaemon smiled at the sensation.

"So sensitive," he muttered, casually shielding himself with his own chaotic aura before beginning his walk toward the direction of the fairies.

Aurelia sighed again, for the nth time.

This is why she didn't want to deal with Asaemon.

He always found a way to get what he wanted. Always. No matter what.

Even if she knew he wouldn't hurt her fairies...

'...but he might traumatize my cute little fairies,' she thought grimly.

"Fine. I'll help you," she finally relented, her voice heavy.

Immediately, Asaemon was back in his chair like he had never moved, grinning up at her like a child who just got promised candy.

It was cute.

But to Aurelia, it was anything but that.

"Please go on," Asaemon said with mock politeness, waving his hand toward her.

She sighed and softly closed the book in her hand. It disappeared instantly.

Then another one appeared.

This one was different. It didn't radiate power. It didn't pulse with threat.

It was a simple golden book... with a very strange title.

"Records Theft," Asaemon read aloud, his grin twitching.

He didn't quite believe such a thing should exist.

The ability to steal the records of any being.

To steal a specific moment of someone's life. Their skill awakening. Their ascension. Their battle experience. All of it—ripped from the records of their existence and added to hers.

She could even steal their rank. Their understanding. Their bloodline potential.

Each life was recorded, every single second of it... and she could just flip through it like a librarian choosing which book to burn or to learn from.

'I wonder how patient she has to be to not steal from me...' Asaemon thought, smiling faintly.

But he knew. It wasn't patience.

It was love.

'Heheheh, such a shy and loving sister. I can't wait to find the youngest so we can both bother her,' Asaemon thought evilly, even as his expression remained as innocent as ever.

Aurelia flipped to a specific page.

<The One Who Sees The World.>

<Seer-type ability stolen from the Blind Man of the Heavens – Celestial Race member.>

"This one will do," she whispered, and at once her eyes changed becoming pure white.

She raised her gaze to the sky, and what she saw was a storm of threads.

Billions of them, all weaving, coiling, crossing and weaving again in a dance too vast for normal minds to comprehend.

Time stopped in her world.

Nothing else existed but the threads and the flood of information pouring into her mind.

Without wasting time, she raised her hand and began to sift through them.

"Abomination."

She tried to find any thread labeled as such, hoping to pinpoint the youngest through their nature.

She found Asaemon immediately, of course. That idiot never hid himself.

But the youngest...?

'Nothing...?'

She frowned.

She tried again, searching not for their identity, but for their actions.

'Creator of the new faction.'

Still nothing.

Now truly intrigued, she shifted the search again—not for the creator... but for the members.

And that...

That's when something started to happen.

She saw silver-haired women. With unique powers. Powerful, confident, evolving fast.

Curiosity bloomed deeper in her chest as she leaned closer, trying to peer into their records, trying to get even just a sliver more of information and...

A voice.

Deep. Resonant. Timeless.

Echoing not into her ears, but into her very being.

"How daring to spy on my wives."

Space cracked.

Time froze harder than it had ever frozen before... then shattered.

The ability cut off.

It wasn't broken by a technique. It wasn't countered by skill.

The ability itself refused to be used.

Because at that moment... it was the owner of Providence who had spoken.

And when Providence speaks...

Fate is bound.

Destiny kneels.

And Causality bends.

Chapter 279: Clues

After the end of the battle, Noah and the girls were back in Laeh in order to rest after such a long time preparing for war and the battle itself.

But it looked like the women didn't have the same definition of rest as Noah.

Noah was thinking of going to bed and indulging himself in the simple activities of mortals, meaning sleeping, cuddling, maybe teasing someone softly before sleeping again and that was it.

But the women?

They wanted to indulge themselves in the rawest sense possible.

They wanted to be fucked after such a hard fight, needed to feel his dick inside of them, filling them completely as their minds turned blank, as they moaned in pure ecstasy, forgetting who they were for a moment, surrendering to nothing but the overwhelming pleasure of being taken by him again and again and again.

But before they even had the time to go in his room naked, legs open wide, their pussies dripping wet with anticipation, ready to throw away all self-restraint—

"Can you all wait till I'm done?" Shadeva asked gently, as she looked at the women who could already be considered naked.

They only had a single piece of underwear covering their soaked pussies. Nothing else.

Their breasts were bare, proud and beautiful, some of them heavy and full, others in that perfect middle size that begged to be gripped and sucked, and some smaller and perky, fitting flawlessly with their toned bodies.

A breathtaking sight, so many different types of women, ready to be fucked together, one would think they'd be stealing glances at each other with desire, but how could they?

They were only thinking of Noah's cock right now.

And as for their expressions...

It was like someone had made them chew on a dead fly.

Twisted, disgusted, irritated—not at Shadeva but at the thought of delaying the only thing they wanted right now.

"Shadeva... have mercy on us... we're dying to taste his dick. We'll be fast, we swear." Dominique pleaded, wearing a light pink underwear that somehow made her look even more desperate.

"Yes, can't you wait a little more? We just need a taste, just a taste, and then he's yours," Alice added, completely selfish for asking this, but who cared?

Only Selene, Emily, Elira, Justicia, and Christelle remained silent, pretending to uphold the image of calm and reserved MILFs in a group full of absolute degenerates.

"You can just come with us and do it at the same time," Anya said with a teasing smile.

"I mean yes, why not? You've already seen us being fucked anyway," Red added with a wicked grin.

Neko, Elizabeth, and Zara said nothing—not because they weren't horny too, but because they understood Shadeva wanted her first time with Noah to be private, just like each of them once did.

In truth, they all understood her.

But they were... horny.

Even Sophie and Aphasia, the usual voices of logic and reason, didn't say a damn word in Shadeva's defense.

Realizing these girls were now slaves to their libido and weren't going to listen to reason, Shadeva decided to be a bit more aggressive.

"I'm not giving you a choice," she said with a grin, as her shadow spread out in all directions, covering the entire room they were in.

The girls blinked, dumbfounded.

"Damn Shadeva? Who knew you were this horny? You ready to fight us just to be the first one to be fucked?"

"Hahahaha! I knew she was just like us. Acting like a saint this whole time..."

Shadeva's lips twitched,a little bit annoyed, but she didn't respond and was just about to summon her shadows when—

Their faces suddenly changed.

From lustful and playful to deadly serious.

Their auras erupted wildly, so wildly that the entire white castle they were inside of was obliterated before thought could catch up.

"WHO DARES?" Anya roared, and the atmosphere collapsed around her as raw power surged chaotically into the heavens and beneath the ground.

They had just been spied on.

Someone dared to peer through dimensions and realms into their very beings, into this intimate moment.

A crime none of them would allow.

But before they could act—

"How daring to spy on my wives," Noah's voice echoed across the entirety of Laeh, shaking the world to its foundation, erasing the spying sensation instantly from their bodies, their minds, their souls.

And that voice...it didn't just end there.

It reached her.

...

Aurelia stepped back as the ability forcibly deactivated itself like a frightened beast, trembling before a predator it couldn't even understand.

She looked up at the sky, a slow smile forming on her lips.

"How interesting... how so interesting..." she muttered, that familiar spark in her eyes, the spark of a bookworm who just stumbled across a rare manuscript, a hidden gem among the rubble of ordinary stories.

That kind of joy—the kind that made you ready to skip sleep, food, obligations, just to bury yourself in it.

That was what she was feeling now.

"What happened?" Asaemon asked at the side, watching her with a strange look.

"Why are you smiling like this? Did you find the youngest? Is that it?" he asked, leaning forward slightly, hope flickering in his voice.

"Well... not really," Aurelia answered, still smiling.

Asaemon tilted his head, suspicious.

"Then why the fuck are you smiling, sister?"

"I just found something interesting."

"And even if I didn't find him, I learned some things about the youngest."

"Oh?" Asaemon perked up, his grin returning. "And what are they?"

"For one, he's a male. And it seems he's the lustful type... he has many wives."

She didn't even know how many. Just that they were many. More than what should be allowed.

"Hm... so I have a little brother. That's perfect. I was getting tired of you, honestly," he said with a shrug, making Aurelia's expression twitch violently.

"And as for his lustful nature?" Asaemon grinned even wider.

"That's perfect! I'll just bring him to the place where the most beautiful women are, let him pick whoever he wants. Or..." he paused, thoughtful,

"Maybe he likes strong and special women? Then I'll have to pick a few from each race, introduce him, give him options. Can't mess up the bonding."

He looked at Aurelia, who was now looking at him like he was the most disgusting thing alive.

He shrugged.

"You can't blame me, sister. I'm fulfilling my role as the big brother. You should try it too."

"Don't you have some female friends? Be useful for once," he finished, looking at her like she was the one useless sibling here.

Aurelia sighed. Loudly. Heavily.

Lunatic. That's what he was.

"You talk as if you'll find him easily."

"The youngest's power seems to be tied to fate, destiny, and even causality. No... I think it's something higher. Something above those three."

"If he wants to hide, finding him won't be easy."

Asaemon nearly collapsed, ready to cry from frustration.

But before the awkward scene could escalate into madness—

"But..." Aurelia said, lips curling slightly. "I have some clues."

She tilted her head and smiled.

"Wanna hear them?"

Chapter 280: People crave what they lack

"Wanna know them?" Aurelia asked, and without much surprise, Asaemon nodded eagerly.

Aurelia smiled as she slowly sat back on the lush, green grass, her delicate body folding gracefully, making herself comfortable in that casual yet regal way she always had when she knew she held knowledge no one else did.

"I told you I think the youngest's power is related to fate and others, and that's why it was not so easy to find him."

Asaemon nodded in understanding, sinking into his chair made of fleshy roots that adjusted themselves to fit his frame like a loyal beast.

"But I also told you that he had many wives. They were protected by some kind of power, but that power was clearly not enough to hide from my skill and so..."

She smiled quietly, eyes distant.

"...I was able to see some things. Some truly interesting things, but I guess what you want to know is their location."

Asaemon nodded again, annoyed but quiet, thinking his sister was just deliberately taking her time to answer one damn single question—but he stayed silent, not wanting to ruin this moment that might finally lead them to their mysterious youngest.

"I couldn't see it clearly," she said, her voice still calm, "but from what I saw in their recent past... they were in a space full of shadows."

The moment Aurelia said those words, Asaemon's eyes lit up in recognition, the realization hitting him like a beam of light through fog.

"The Shadow Realm!" he exclaimed with joy, slamming his hands on the fleshy armrests of his throne.

"If it's the Shadow Realm, then it's fine. I once met Shadow, I bet he'll let me in if I ask nicely."

"Hahahaha!" he laughed loudly, already rising to his feet, itching to go there immediately, to storm the realm if necessary just to meet the brother he'd never known he wanted.

"I told you I wasn't sure," Aurelia said flatly, watching him with a tired gaze.

"And seeing that he sensed me already, he'll probably hide, for whatever reason."

Asaemon groaned loudly before slowly sitting back down, rubbing his chin thoughtfully.

"Why didn't you just tell him that we're his elder siblings dying to meet him?" he grumbled as he fell deep into thought.

"You say his power is tied to fate and all that," he said after a pause, "so it means if you try to spy on him or those close to him, he'll sense it."

"And if that's the case... then why not just talk to him directly? Tell him who we are? I doubt he'd refuse to meet us if he knew."

Aurelia blinked.

Her eyes widened slightly as she turned to look at him with the disbelief only an older sister could have when she suddenly realized her dumb, reckless little brother might've just said something smart.

"You... you actually used your brain, little brother," she whispered, the shock in her voice enough to cause stars to collapse from shame.

Yes.

That kind of mind-shattering disbelief.

Asaemon's lips twitched violently.

"Just do what I said and stop wasting time," he snapped, choosing to be the bigger man and let the insult slide.

What an exemplary brother he was.

Aurelia grinned mockingly but said nothing as she reopened her golden book—Records' Theft—her fingers brushing softly against the cover before flipping it open again, her mind focused on the task.

She selected the same skill as before, her will firm, her presence steady—

"Huh...?" she muttered, her head tilting slightly as if confused.

"Did... did you just refuse to be activated?" she asked, dumbfounded.

Not because a skill shouldn't have awareness—no, she had seen far stranger things than that.

But because this one dared refuse her, Aurelia, The First Abomination.

"Refuse one more time, and you'll see what I'll do to you," she warned, and her voice—calm just a moment ago—shifted into something ancient, something absolute, something cold and terrifying enough to make the very threads of fate shake around her in fright.

She activated it again.

This time it obeyed.

No hesitation.

What a cowardly skill.

She didn't waste a single second and immediately sought out the members of the new faction.

She saw the same silver-haired women, but this time she couldn't see anything more—only strands of silver, their faces hidden, their powers cloaked.

But her goal wasn't to look at them.

It was—

"It looks like a provocation to me," a deep voice echoed through the thread-filled space.

The skill almost shut itself down again in pure dread, but Aurelia's earlier promise of violent reprisal kept it barely functioning.

And then—

In that timeless space, filled with countless threads weaving and writhing in mystic harmony, those same threads suddenly began to twist and converge, weaving together like puppeteer's string until they formed the silhouette of a man.

Seconds passed, and a figure stood before her.

His facial features were veiled in thread and light, hidden yet... oddly radiant.

And even then, people would instinctively know that he was beautiful.

The man, Noah, looked at Aurelia with curiosity.

Not suspicion, not hostility. Just pure, unfiltered curiosity.

Because he hadn't sensed any malicious intent. This woman, whoever she was, didn't come to fight or threaten.

She had come to call.

That's exactly why he had answered.

Aurelia looked at him, smiling gently.

"You're quite difficult to contact, youngest," she said softly.

The moment he heard the word youngest, Noah's mind sparked, connecting everything in a flash, analyzing the implications.

He looked at her again, a bit longer this time, before tilting his head just slightly.

"...Abominations?" he asked, his voice calm but sharp.

She nodded once.

"I'm Aurelia. The First Abomination."

"And I'm Asaemon, The Second Abomination," Asaemon's voice boomed across the space as he appeared beside her, his body stepping smoothly into the domain of woven fate.

He looked at Noah with a grin so wide it could tear his face in two.

"Pretty cool, youngest. Your power seems very interesting."

Noah stood there, quiet.

It was all unexpected.

He had been chilling in his room moments ago, popcorn in hand, watching as his wives argued and prepared to destroy the castle just to be the first to ride him and now this?

This strange, surreal moment?

How absurd... and yet...

He didn't hate it.

They were calling him youngest. They looked at him with something he didn't expect from other people except his wives. Something close to... familial affection.

And thanks to his Providence—thanks to the fusion of fate, destiny, and causality that allowed him to read the very truths of those around him—Noah knew they weren't lying.

They meant no harm.

They just wanted to meet him.

And strangely enough... that stirred something in him.

Noah had never had siblings. Not in his past life, not in this one. He had always been an only child.

It had its perks as he got all the love, all the resources, all the attention.

But people crave what they lack.

Even him.

He had always wondered what it would be like to have siblings. Someone to annoy, someone to rely on, someone to fight and laugh with—someone who wasn't a parent or a lover.

And now...

His lips curled into a faint smile.

A strange smile as his face was made of threads but still, it was one both Aurelia and Asaemon could feel deep in their bones.

Then his voice echoed across the thread realm, calm, smooth, oddly warm.

"Well..."

"Nice to meet you, dear siblings."

And so...

Noah finally met his self-proclaimed siblings.

Chapter 281: Definitely.

"Well, nice to meet you, dear siblings," Noah said warmly as he observed Aurelia and Asaemon respectively.

Aurelia was truly a beauty—the kind of beauty that would put shame into practically any woman in the universe, and that's even when compared to his wives, and the Records know how beautiful they were.

She had long, luxurious, silky green hair that reached her lower back, and each strand of that hair looked like it held within it hundreds of cosmoses, thousands of realms, realities and concepts woven in between the glow of starlight and ink of wisdom.

Then there were her golden eyes... and what a beauty they were, because just by looking into them, it felt like staring into the depths of unfathomable knowledge, a kind of knowledge not simply acquired but earned—earned after eons of reading books, tomes, scriptures and fragments from forgotten civilizations across all the universe.

But it wasn't just knowledge.

There was also wisdom.

Her eyes were heavy.

Aurelia truly exuded the aura of a calm, serene sister—one who knew too much, said too little, and always smiled as if she already read the ending of the story and was simply waiting for the world to catch up.

Noah then turned his gaze toward Asaemon, with his blood-red hair that dripped like crimson ink and black eyes filled with a mischievous glint that was both sharp and ancient, a spark of untamable energy radiating from every fiber of his being, as if he was the kind of brother who would flip entire universes upside down just to see what happens.

His aura, his posture, his smirk—everything about Asaemon screamed wildness.

He looked like a big brother who would set fire to his little brother's room, then laugh and hand him a water bucket two hours later.

And while Noah was observing them, they too were observing him—but given the strange, thread-like state Noah's body was currently in, they couldn't really deduce much about his appearance, presence, or power.

And that's why...

"Why don't we meet?" Asaemon asked, voice eager, his tone like someone who couldn't sit still. "I mean, face-to-face and not... this."

"Yes. You look interesting, youngest. Especially your power," Aurelia added softly, finding Noah's aura intriguing, even fascinating.

Because if even fate, destiny, and causality were cowering before him... then what kind of force was he?

And for Aurelia, who devoured knowledge like food, it was impossible not to want to know more.

She wanted to learn everything.

She wanted to touch the Records of all things, to hold the stories of every being in her palm, and maybe, just maybe, it was that hunger that had given her the power she had today...

The power to see, understand, and steal the Records of others.

At that moment, instinctively, Aurelia felt the urge to peer into Noah's Records.

But before her thoughts fully solidified into action—

"Meeting? Why not?" Noah's voice rang out, interrupting her.

"I've always been curious about my seniors. I've heard many things about you, especially the part where all the universe are afraid of you... and because of that, I, the youngest and still weak, am being targeted by everyone."

He shook his head lightly.

"You've made my life quite difficult, dear siblings. Couldn't you have been more low-profile? Like me?"

There was no hostility in his tone, but the complaint was real enough.

Immediately, Aurelia pointed a finger straight at Asaemon.

"It's him," she said with a blank face and no shame whatsoever.

Asaemon looked betrayed. "Really? Not even a second of hesitation?"

"There's nothing to hesitate," Aurelia replied coldly before turning to Noah again.

"This guy is the cause of all your problems, youngest. He's always provoking beings for no reason, tricking them into fighting just to see who wins or sometimes just to be a pain."

"You're one to talk," Asaemon scoffed. "Didn't you destroy hundreds of worlds because you didn't like how a book ended?"

"And let's not forget how you forcefully made two mortal enemies fall in love just because you wanted to see your beloved 'enemies to lovers' trope in real-time?"

"And also—!"

"Shut up," Aurelia snapped, glaring at him with eyes that could rip out thoughts and kill gods.

Asaemon smirked, unbothered.

"See, youngest? Don't let her serene act fool you. She's a witch. A witch, I'm telling you."

Noah laughed.

"Hahahaha! That's wild. Destroying worlds over a book ending? Damn, Sister, next time just kill the author."

"And you, Brother? Provoking people for fun? That's... honestly, that's the pastime of a strong man."

He shook his head, still laughing with genuine amusement.

And seeing how Noah didn't blame them but instead joined their rhythm, joked with them and even encouraged their madness, both Aurelia and Asaemon smiled wide.

The youngest was definitely someone they could get along with, no doubt about it.

And then—

"I wouldn't mind joining the fun," Noah said softly, his voice changing slightly, heavier. "I've been thinking lately about taking a world under my wing... but I have something to settle there first."

His words made both of them raise an eyebrow.

"What world?" they asked in perfect unison.

They blinked, then turned to glare at each other, ready to start fighting over who spoke first but chose to let it go, just this once.

"A certain blue planet," Noah said, voice lower now. "A planet named Earth."

He waited for a reaction.

But both of them looked... confused.

"Never heard of it," Aurelia said blankly.

"Same," Asaemon added, rubbing his chin. "What kind of world is that? What rank?"

"If I remember correctly... it's a simple world, no mana, no superpowers. Technology and entertainment are moderately advanced, but that's about it," Noah explained, trying to sound casual, like it wasn't important.

Both siblings made a face of realization.

"Oh, if it's a world without mana, then that explains it. It must be tucked away at the bottom of the universe. Quite the hassle to reach but..."

Asaemon grinned suddenly, energy bursting in his tone.

"...It's the perfect opportunity to bond. Let's go!"

"I don't mind," Aurelia added with a small smile.

"You'll love it, Aurelia," Noah said, eyes glowing. "That world has many kinds of books you'd adore. I've read some of them myself."

Aurelia raised an eyebrow. "What kind?"

"Oh, the best of the best," Noah said, his voice suddenly carrying weight.

"There's one about a pitiful slave bound by fate, walking the path towards freedom... another about a loving demon who walks toward immortality without regrets... one about a fool who slowly climbs to godhood while fighting against his own madness and the madness of the world... and even one about a man who loved a book so much it became his reality."

He chuckled.

"But my favorite... my favorite is different."

Aurelia was already leaning forward, golden eyes practically shining with greed.

"Your favorite? What is it?"

Noah smiled softly—fondly, like he was speaking of something sacred.

"A simple and cliché story, really... a story about a broken-hearted man, walking toward the illusive and impossible dream of perfection, with his wives as his light, his power, and his will... after being given a second chance by a charming, loyal entity."

He looked into Aurelia's glowing eyes.

"You should try it, Aurelia."

"You'll love it."

Definitely.

Chapter 282: Crying

Noah said with a fond smile.

His face wasn't truly visible, but both Aurelia and Asaemon could see it—that this story, that strange little tale he just told them, truly touched his heart.

"I will definitely give it a try. And with all those books you just told me about, I'm even more eager to visit that famed blue planet of yours," Aurelia said, voice eager, eyes sparkling with the curiosity of someone hungry for new worlds.

"Perfect!" Asaemon shouted while clapping his hands together comically, looking almost like a father preparing a vacation for his unruly children.

This scene, this entire discussion, continued for a while as they shared ideas, debated on where and when to meet, tossed out absurd suggestions and argued over the smallest details—each of them too powerful to be this childish, yet somehow enjoying every second of it.

Noah almost asked if he could bring his wives, but he didn't in the end—not because they wouldn't be welcome, but because the way the two were acting, it looked like they wanted some alone time just between the three of them.

But honestly, it didn't matter.

Laeh was inside of him.

Wherever he went, his women followed.

After planning the trip, their conversation shifted naturally to more personal things like how each of them had become an Abomination.

And it was... enlightening.

Aurelia had become an Abomination by killing all the champions of her world—every single one—by extracting all the information from their minds using the only skill she had back then: Information Steal.

It didn't sound like much, not at first, but the way she used it was terrifying. She didn't just steal knowledge—she devoured it. She hunted minds like predators hunted flesh. And the more she stole, the more obsessed she became, until just knowledge wasn't enough anymore. She wanted everything. And in her hunger, she evolved her skill to a whole new level—until she could take her enemy's mind, memory, knowledge, skills, secrets, and soul in a single flicker of thought.

Asaemon's tale was different, kind of unexpected.

He was born in a forest of monsters, far from civilization, with no human education, no rules, no guidance.

He was raised by deep, terrifying beasts—beasts powerful enough to flatten cities, beasts that could eat entire armies whole.

And in that savage environment, Asaemon awakened.

His Origin was terrifying—he could devour any creature he killed, and gain their power. Beasts, humans, angels, demons—it didn't matter.

He could also manipulate flesh, absorb blood, become what he consumed.

With the help of his monstrous guardians, Asaemon began slaughtering his way through the forest—one zone at a time—until eventually, he ruled it. The Forbidden Forest became his kingdom. And then... a Chosen arrived.

The battle was bloody, brutal.

But Asaemon won.

And instead of killing the Chosen as if guided by his instincts, he tortured him until he extracted every drop of knowledge about champions, and the greater game they were all part of.

That was all he needed.

After that, he went after them. One by one. Champion after champion—until none remained.

And now, Asaemon was a walking nightmare. He carried the powers of all races, of beasts both known and unknown.

He could transform, mutate, adapt. He could twist flesh into weapons and wield blood like whips. Every part of him was a blade. Every cell was a weapon.

A cheat?

Absolutely.

But not more than the youngest.

Because when it came time for Noah to explain his path... well—

"What the fuck?" Asaemon exploded, unable to hold back his outrage.

"You became an Abomination by just thinking you were limitless?! And that was enough to transcend your mortal self and break through?! What kind of bullshit is that?!"

Noah only nodded with a smug smirk.

Asaemon turned to Aurelia like a betrayed cultist demanding divine justice.

"Sister! Say something. This...this is cheating. This is cheating at the highest level!"

But even Aurelia was silent for a second... before sighing deeply and admitting it.

"...He's actually cheating," she muttered, raising her head to the sky. "We were out here risking our lives, slaying champions, enduring death and madness and all he did was say I am limitless... and it actually worked?"

"I now know who your favorite is among all of us," she said, her voice calm but heavy with disappointment, like a mother who just discovered her youngest was the teacher's pet all along.

"Tsk, tsk. You say that like it was easy," Noah replied, shrugging with pride. "If it's so simple, then go ahead and do it yourselves."

Their lips twitched.

But neither of them answered.

Because deep down... they knew it wasn't simple at all.

And so, their chaotic little meeting continued.

It was surreal, honestly.

Weird.

Maybe even stupid.

Three beings of impossible power, newly met, and yet they talked like old friends reunited after a long time. There was no tension. No distrust. Just banter, laughter, and a strange sense of familiarity that none of them questioned... but all of them felt.

And Noah?

Noah knew exactly why or maybe had an idea of why.

Because he held Providence.

And deep within the fabric of fate, destiny, and causality—within a hidden realm he called the Providence Space—he saw it.

The three of them were linked.

Their threads weren't just tangled—they were woven, bound together in a knot older than stars.

'We were meant to meet... no matter what happened.'

'And the way our threads are tied—this isn't coincidence. This was crafted on purpose. A long, long time ago.'

'But by who?'

'And how did they know we would become Abominations?'

These thoughts swirled through Noah's mind, thoughts he never voiced aloud—but thoughts he kept buried deep as he stared into that hidden space no one else could see.

If not for Providence, he never would've seen it.

And even with Providence, he still didn't understand it fully.

'The stronger I get, the more complicated everything becomes...' he thought quietly, before shaking the thought off and returning to the present.

No matter.

He would be ready.

Always.

For anything.

...

"It was a delightful meeting," Noah said softly, a smile playing at the corner of his lips.

"I didn't know I needed siblings this much. Hahah!"

And strangely enough, the fate threads surrounding them shook gently like they were laughing with him.

Were they trying to earn his favor?

Pathetic bastards.

"For once, I don't regret listening to Asaemon's ridiculous request," Aurelia said with a rare gentle smile. "I can't wait to see you again—and read all those books you told me about. Especially your favorite one."

Noah smirked, "For sure."

"Sniff. Sniff."

They both turned.

And what they saw made them freeze.

Asaemon... was crying.

Crying.

Tears. Real ones. Streaming down his wild, blood-hardened face.

Noah and Aurelia shuddered in unison.

Seeing Asaemon—the lunatic who ruled beasts, tore apart flesh, and laughed while killing champions—crying... was not a good feeling.

It was damn eerie.

"Why are you—?!"

"Because I won't see you again soon!" Asaemon wailed, cutting off Noah before he could finish, as if the pain of separation was too much to bear.

And so, for the next several minutes, Noah and Aurelia did everything in their power to calm down the unhinged beast-man before he broke reality with his crying fit.

They even had to promise him a proper sibling bonding trip to a monster-infested territory just to get him to shut up.

Finally, after much chaos, it worked.

"Let's meet again!" Noah said, vanishing into nothing.

And just like that,

The first meeting of the Abomination Siblings... came to an end.

Chapter 283: Harem Stealer

The small and unexpected meeting ended, and now Aurelia and Asaemon were standing alone again in the middle of the lush green forest.

They stayed silent for a while, as if reflecting on what just happened—because truthfully,

"It was fun," Aurelia said first, surprising Asaemon a little, as he didn't expect her to be the one to say this first.

But soon a smile appeared on his lips, "I told you, didn't I?"

"I told you the youngest would be fun," he said with deep pride in his voice, the kind of pride you'd feel after making someone read your favorite novel and watching them fall in love with it just as hard.

Aurelia turned her delicate and beautiful head toward him and gave him a long, searching stare, "Why are you lying...?" she asked, genuinely curious why this brother of hers loved to lie so easily.

Asaemon's lips twitched. "I'm not. Didn't you see how much I was pestering you to meet him? If it wasn't for me, we wouldn't even meet in a million years for sure knowing you." He said in a reproaching tone.

He wasn't wrong, to be honest.

Aurelia was the type of family member who never called, never sent a message, never showed up unless there was a very, very good reason. Not because she didn't care, she did—but let's just say, there are beings who are naturally like that.

And she was amongst them, something she admits but the point of all this was,

"You didn't especially tell me he would be fun," she said with a shrug.

"But I showed it with my actions," Asaemon retorted.

"But you didn't say it." She shrugged again.

"But—"

"You didn't say it."

This time she didn't even let him finish, her tone flat and final as she shrugged again.

Asaemon looked at her, his deep black eyes showing how he was restraining himself from lunging at her to give her a good beating right then and there but—

"You're lucky you're the big sister. Otherwise, right now, you'd be on the floor," he said before turning away, deciding to walk around and traumatize her poor fairies as payback for what just happened.

Aurelia's lips twitched, knowing already what his intention was, "Hey—!"

"I didn't say it, huh? Okay. I didn't," Asaemon cut her off and walked away.

Soon, cries echoed through the green forest as Aurelia's fairies screamed in fear, being chased and scared by a terrifying monster with terrible appearance.

Sigh.

And the universe fears these two?

What a joke.

...

After coming back from the meeting, Noah took some time to explain to all his wives about the reason they were spied upon, about Aurelia and Asaemon, and finally about their upcoming meeting and traveling together.

It was a marvel to see Noah talk to other people with such enthusiasm—besides when it was related to his wives.

It was refreshing to see, but the women didn't quite like that.

They wanted the attention of their man to be only for them and on them—but they couldn't say it out loud, as that would have sounded too selfish.

Well, there are always some unhinged ones, right?

Alice, for example, didn't hide her feelings; she clearly told Noah she wanted all his attention and emotions to be only on them and no one else.

And like opening a floodgate, the others also expressed their feelings.

Noah needed a good amount of time to persuade them, before finally promising them a good night together, and only then did they let it go.

Now, Noah was in his room—not alone—as he had a very unexpected but also very expected guest.

Our dear and loving sister.

Shadeva. The Eldest of Shadow.

She sat on a chair, wearing a beautiful black dress as she looked at Noah, who sat on the edge of his bed, with her shadowy eyes.

Noah smiled.

"It took you long enough. You're quite a difficult one, Shadeva," he said with a quiet and confident smile.

Shadeva's lips curled slightly, "Does it matter now? You have what you wanted, right?"

"And what's the thing I wanted?" he asked back, tilting his head slightly to the right.

Shadeva didn't respond immediately. Instead, she slowly got up from her chair and walked toward Noah.

It was not a normal walk, it was a sensual one.

One a woman would do to seduce, to please, to conquer. Her hips swayed gently from side to side, her perfectly portioned ass bouncing with each step, looking especially hypnotic.

Not to mention her breasts—two perfectly shaped spheres that looked like they were sculpted by an ancient god with too much free time and too much lust in his heart. They fit her figure perfectly.

A subtle but confident smile curled on her lips as she finally arrived an inch from Noah. She then crouched down, looking him straight in the eyes.

"What did you want?" she repeated his question.

"Isn't it obvious? You wanted me, of course," she said with all the confidence in the world.

Noah smirked, "And who told you that, might I ask?"

Shadeva scoffed softly, "Don't think I didn't see how you were looking at me. How your gaze would fall on my body, on my eyes, when you were fucking the girls."

"And you were doing it on purpose, coming into the room wearing those tight clothes," Noah added.

"Who knows?" she said with a smirk, before adding,

"And I know you. You're a harem seeker—hell, even a harem stealer, when I remember that poor Elijah. And so, here I am, offering all of me to you."

"Take it and do whatever you want with it," Shadeva said, her lips inching closer to Noah's.

"Well, aren't you a degenerate?" Noah said with amusement.

"Even the holiest person in the universe would become a degenerate after spending enough time with you all," she retorted instantly, making Noah laugh.

"Hahahah! Indeed, it's just as they say—you are the average of the people you surround yourself with," he said before instantly capturing Shadeva's lips and pulling her from behind, making the two of them fall on the bed with their lips still locked together.

The sound of lips kissing echoed sensually across the room as Noah and Shadeva shared their first kiss.

Noah's hands traveled, grabbed Shadeva's ass, clenched it, and molested it in a way never seen before—her ass followed every movement of his hands like an obedient dog.

Soon, they parted their lips. Shadeva's face was slightly flushed this was her first ever kiss, and it was incredible.

But now that she had tasted it, she wanted more.

"Take me, Master," asked the shadow with eagerness.

And as the best Master ever,

"Beg for it."

Chapter 284: Obey the Winner [1] (R-18)

"Beg for it," Noah said with a snarky smirk, his breath brushing softly across Shadeva's face who simply smiled, her lips curling ever so slightly as she heard those familiar words.

She knew Noah.

He was a lustful bastard, a true degenerate—one so shamelessly wild and sinfully honest in his carnal nature that even the holiest of saints would find themselves curious, drawn in, corrupted, and fucked raw by the gravity of his presence.

But that was exactly what made him irresistible.

He was a degenerate we all loved.

There was just something about him—something so commanding, so wickedly natural, that it compelled women to kneel and worship him in the most sacred, most perverse ways imaginable.

Shadeva, too, felt the same.

Because in her eyes, he deserved it.

But that didn't mean she was going to beg, not today.

Because this was her sexual moment, this was her encounter, and she wanted it to be so fucking memorable that Noah would forever remember her as the woman he always wanted to fuck again and again and again, until the only thing he knew was her name and the taste of her pussy on his lips.

And for that... it was quite simple.

A game.

"Let's play a game, my dear," Shadeva said suddenly, her voice sweet and soaked in lust as Noah tilted his head slightly, curious and amused.

"What kind of game are we talking about?" he asked, calm but intrigued.

Shadeva grinned, wicked and lustful, like a shadow goddess planning to seduce and ruin a king.

"A sexual game, of course. One I call Obey The Winner. We take turns deciding the rules of a round—five rounds total. If I lose a round, I'll do whatever you say—even things I don't like and the same applies to you. And if, at the end of those five rounds, I lose overall... then I'm yours, completely and utterly, to ruin however you want."

Her words were playful, but the intensity behind them was anything but.

Noah's eyes gleamed with interest, his sinful grin slowly spreading.

"I'm in. You can go first."

Shadeva licked her lips.

"First round: whoever breaks eye contact first loses."

She locked her shadowy, glimmering eyes into Noah's directly into those terrifying, runic-threaded white eyes that shimmered like cosmic engravings pulled from forgotten gods.

Noah almost laughed out loud.

Because really? A staring contest?

With these eyes of his?

He smiled instead.

And then, he stepped closer.

He wrapped his arms around Shadeva, locking his eyes into hers, and began undressing her slowly—agonizingly, torturously slowly—his every movement deliberate and measured, while Shadeva's body trembled in anticipation, in need, in overwhelming heat.

The tension was unbearable.

The room held its breath as silence reigned supreme, as if even the air refused to move for fear of breaking the moment.

Noah leaned forward even more, placing his forehead gently against hers.

And there... there, Shadeva saw something.

Something mesmerizing.

His eyes.

So close she could see every line, every floating thread, every glowing rune shifting in color and shape like ancient secrets whispering in languages her mind could barely comprehend—and it was beautiful, so beautiful in fact that she faltered, just for a heartbeat, just for a blink.

And in that instant, Noah struck.

He tore her dress apart in one sharp, brutal motion, shredding it with a force that made Shadeva instinctively look down at her body—and just like that, it was over.

She froze.

Then slowly raised her head.

And saw Noah's grin—mischievous, victorious, sinful.

"First round. One for Noah."

And then, he spoke again, this time with a voice low and soaked in lust.

"As for what you'll have to do, loser... undress me, using only your mouth."

Shadeva shuddered.

Her entire body quivered as her pussy gushed with heat, the raw order flooding her system with a mixture of pleasure and primal obedience.

She didn't argue.

She didn't resist.

She simply got on her knees, crawling toward Noah like a hungry beast in heat, every movement dripping with submission, every breath soaked in anticipation.

And then, she began.

She started undressing him with her mouth.

No hands.

Only lips, only teeth, only tongue.

And it was erotic—no, it was savage—a sight of pure depravity as this naked woman, soaked in her own arousal, with her pussy practically leaking like a broken faucet, worked diligently to strip a man bare using nothing but her mouth... all while licking him like a starving animal every chance she got.

Shadeva had already surrendered to the role.

The role of the loser.

And as everyone knows, the loser obeys the winner.

So she obeyed.

With every button, every thread, every exposed inch of flesh, she slowly unveiled Noah's godlike body—his compact frame pulsing with refined muscle that gleamed under the dim light like a divine sculpture carved by a mad goddess with a yandere obsession.

His shoulders were broad, his arms veined, his abs like divine tablets of sin.

And then... she reached the pants.

Her body trembled again.

The scent of her own desire was now thick in the room, suffocating, undeniable, flooding the air with her need.

She rushed, tore the pants down in one motion, and then—

Boom.

It rose.

That rock-hard, veiny, impossible dick—so long, so solid, so absolutely brutal it looked like something even the gods would be ashamed to admit they couldn't match.

Shadeva stared.

Then she drooled.

She didn't even realize she was drooling, but she was. Her mouth couldn't help it. Her throat throbbed. Her body screamed.

She needed it.

She wanted it.

She wanted to choke on it until she forgot her own name.

But—

"Good. Let's continue the game. I'm hooked in," Noah said, snapping her back to reality.

"Y-Yes!" she replied, voice shaking, her sanity barely holding on by a thread.

"Second round: we ask dirty questions to each other. You hesitate for more than one second or refuse to answer, you lose."

Shadeva grinned.

Lust and chaos in her eyes.

"Ready?"

"I go first."

And then...

"Tell me, what would you do if I brought all your sisters here right now... and made them watch their big sister get fucked like a filthy little dog?"

Silence.

Absolute silence.

Shadeva's brain short-circuited.

She froze.

She blinked.

She twitched.

And by the time her consciousness caught up—

"You lose. Two for Noah."

It was over.

Noah's grin widened.

"You wanted a game, right? Let me show you how to play, my dear Shadeva."

"You're being unfair... you used my sisters..." she murmured weakly, but her voice—oh, her voice betrayed her, because it trembled in lust, in craving, in twisted delight.

Her pussy was gushing.

The game.

The tension.

Noah's words.

And his dick facing her like profane soldier.

All of it was breaking her.

"Now, loser..."

"Lay on your back, on the bed and open your mouth wide."

She obeyed fast.

Almost too fast.

She lay flat, mouth open so wide you could see her damn soul, and Noah climbed over her like a king taking what's his before—

SLAM.

He shoved his cock deep into her throat.

No mercy.

No hesitation.

His thrust was brutal, fast, and so deep it threatened to shatter her jaw and the bed all at once.

But Shadeva wasn't some fragile girl.

She was a shadow.

A World Dominator

A woman of divine rank.

And instead of pain—

SPLASH!

She came, hard.

Her eyes rolled back, her legs twitching, her soul spasming in pleasure.

"Don't close your mouth. Don't lick me with your tongue. Just stay there—open—and I..."

"...will fuck your mouth thoroughly, my dear shadow."

The moment those words entered her mind, Noah slammed into her again, deeper this time, hitting the very back of her throat with such force that her entire body convulsed violently as if electrocuted by divine lust itself.

And so,

The game continued.

Chapter 285: Obey the Winner [2] (R -18)

Noah kept pounding Shadeva's mouth with merciless precision, each thrust causing her throat to stretch in new, obscene ways as the room started to echo with wet, gagged sounds, ragged breaths, and moans of pure pleasure that made the very air tremble with the weight of lust, with bestiality and horniness beyond measure.

Shadeva's pussy couldn't stop leaking—no, at this point, it was gushing like an open faucet, as if her body had decided to surrender completely to the role of the devoured, and truly, she was enjoying this a little too much I think.

Her beautiful shadowy black eyes having long rolled into the back of her head in pure ecstasy as her hands clenched the bedsheets tightly, so tightly in fact that her knuckles had turned white, not to stop him, no, but rather to stop herself from pushing him deeper into her throat like a possessed woman.

And it's only then, right there, in the middle of her being skull-fucked into bliss, that she finally understood why the other girls, those gentle things, liked to be fucked so mercilessly by Noah, why even the soft-spoken Sophie who once only whispered now moaned shamelessly for more.

Because truly, they didn't want love, they didn't want affection, they didn't even want to be treated gently...

They wanted to be fucked.

Granted, sometimes Noah changed the rhythm, sometimes he made love to them instead of ravaging them, and that too was beautiful in its own twisted way, a side of him that felt rare and intimate and mesmerizing.

But for Shadeva, for her first time, she didn't want slow or soft, she didn't want gentle hands or warm kisses.

She wanted to be ruined, she wanted to be wrecked, she wanted to be devoured whole and spat out as cum-soaked pulp, and honestly...

'I-Incredible... more, more!' her mind screamed as her body kept begging, her pussy kept dripping, and her throat kept opening wider and wider for him.

"You like this, don't you?" Noah asked suddenly, his voice low and soaked in sin, as he thrust one last time deep into her throat and stayed there, not pulling out, his cock pressing against the very end of her throat and twitching like it was trying to speak to her from inside her fucking chest.

And that was all it took.

Shadeva's body trembled and came again, her legs twitching violently as more juice sprayed from between her thighs, her moans gagged by the very dick causing them, and saliva now pouring from her mouth like a river as Noah didn't move, didn't pull back, just stayed there like a king who knew the throne belonged to him.

Her vision blurred, but she managed to focus her eyes, and what she saw was Noah—above her, powerful, calm, looking down at her with eyes full of wicked love and raw amusement, and Shadeva felt something explode inside her again.

"I-I love it..." she managed to say, barely, while still having his cock inside her mouth, and Noah, hearing that, smiled even more....because fuck, that was hot.

And then he thrust deep one more time before groaning, his head thrown back as he came with force and power,

"Ahhh...!!"

He moaned, thick white seed flooding her throat in waves, painting everything inside white, hot, and sticky until Shadeva felt like her entire body was being marked from the inside out.

When he finally pulled out, cum mixed with her spit dripped down her chin, down her chest, but Shadeva didn't care.

Instead, she licked it slowly and sensually with her tongue, as if tasting a holy blessing, without shame, without hesitation.

After that, Shadeva rose from her laying position and sat face to face with Noah, whose dick was still up, still hard, still soaked in their mess and pointing directly at her like a divine weapon demanding worship.

And Shadeva, too, was a sight to behold, sitting with her legs wide open, her pink, pulsing pussy fully exposed and twitching with every heartbeat, drenched and dripping in her own arousal, as if screaming for Noah to fill her completely and never stop.

The sight... was truly something that not even the dirtiest poets of lust could describe with justice.

Both of them were panting, their eyes locked, their bodies burning, their instincts screaming to just give in and fuck each other senseless—but the game... the game wasn't over yet, was it?

If Noah won one more round, it would be three, and the game would end, victory sealed.

But if Shadeva won this one... it would continue, one more round, one more delay before the inevitable.

And for the third round...

"The first to make the other moan wins," Shadeva declared, her voice low, dark, dripping with challenge and lust.

Noah nodded, confident as always, smirking like the bastard he was.

But the same way he had surprised her earlier, Shadeva struck first.

The moment he agreed, she was already on her knees, devouring his cock whole in one smooth, devastating motion, her tongue coiled tightly around it like a snake worshiping a god, and—

"Ohhh fuck!!!" Noah moaned immediately, his head thrown back, his hands grabbing the sheets as pleasure shot through his spine like lightning, his eyes closing as Shadeva cleaned his cock like a starving whore who had just found her heaven.

She pulled back, lips smeared in precum, "One for Shadeva," she whispered, licking the corner of her mouth, her eyes glowing with wicked pride.

Noah exhaled, smiling faintly.

"Nice one," he admitted, voice hoarse.

Shadeva grinned.

"As the loser, I want you to do the same thing you made me do," she said firmly, dominance flashing in her eyes. "Lay on your back and pull out your tongue for me."

And Noah, curious and strangely amused, obeyed.

He lay down.

He stuck out his tongue.

A strange sight, maybe, for the man who usually dominated every room he walked in—but that's what women can do to you, huh?

So be careful, folks!

But we don't care about that right now.

What we care about... is the next scene.

Shadeva mounted him slowly, crawling over him like a shadow beast in heat, her dripping, trembling pussy hovering just above his face, her breath unsteady, and then—

She slammed her pussy down on his mouth with zero hesitation.

"OHHHH!!!" she cried out, her voice echoing like a scream of the damned as Noah's tongue pierced into her wet, soft folds with brutal precision, her whole body jolting forward as she gripped his head tightly with both hands, holding him there as if she wanted to drown him in her sex.

Her breathing turned ragged as her hips began to move, back and forth, back and forth, grinding her pussy on Noah's face like a woman possessed, her juices flooding his mouth with every stroke, wet squelches and obscene sounds filling the room like music played in a brothel run by demons.

Noah's dick was now something else entirely.

So hard. So veiny. So enraged.

It twitched like a beast about to break free, the veins swelling like rivers about to explode, the tip glistening with anticipation, begging for release.

But he didn't stop licking.

And Shadeva didn't stop riding his face.

She was feral now, truly, her hands locked around his head like a crown, her lips trembling, her body spasming as she bit her lip, eyes shut tight, her soul somewhere between heaven and hell, and whatever place it was—it felt too good to stop.

And then...

Then it hit.

Her orgasm exploded.

Her hips slammed down one last time as her body convulsed violently, and her cum flooded Noah's face like a tidal wave, soaking everything, marking him completely.

"Ahh... ahhh... ahhh..." she panted, her chest rising and falling like a storm as she looked down at Noah, whose face was now drenched, absolutely drenched in her cum.

That sight...

It made her shiver.

It made her want to do it all again.

She leaned forward slowly, eyes half-lidded, lips trembling, her face now inches from his as she whispered,

"How did you like it...?"

And Noah smiled.

"You can keep sitting on my face, my lady," he replied, voice rough, eyes gleaming.

Shadeva smiled even more.

She loved that he didn't mind it. Because too many men only wanted to be dominant, only wanted control, only wanted power—but Noah? Noah didn't care about any of that.

She smiled, then slowly, gently, lovingly started licking his face, cleaning him with her tongue, savoring her own taste, tasting their sin together.

And when she was done—

"I can't wait anymore... fuck me, Noah," she whispered, eyes locked to his, hand gripping his cock tightly. "My pussy, my ass, everywhere... just fuck me until I can't stand anymore."

Noah smiled.

"Then on your knees and ass up," he said, voice calm and terrifyingly firm.

"I'll make both your pussy and your ass scream tonight."

Chapter 286: Obey The Winner ? [3] (R-18)

The game was fun.

But how could you expect horny beasts to play a game for too long? They obviously can't.

They would stop in the middle of the game because they could no longer control their primal urge to just fuck when you had a naked being of the opposite sex right in front of you.

They couldn't stop themselves.

Noah and Shadeva... couldn't stop themselves.

So right now, there was no foreplay left, no teasing, no game—only raw lust as Noah pounded into Shadeva with briskening force, making the very bed they were on creak and groan like it was about to snap under the weight of their madness.

Noah was sliding in and out of Shadeva's wet pussy. She was laying on her back, one leg raised and hooked over his shoulder, making the angle easier—letting him thrust deeper, faster, harder without resistance.

The room echoed with cries of pleasure, cries of hunger, cries of joy. Shadeva couldn't stop screaming. And really, how else could she express this divine and profane feeling coursing through her entire body?

She had to cry. And so—

"AGAIN! FUCK ME HARDER! DON'T STOP!" she shouted, tears spilling from her eyes like she couldn't believe she had lived for eons without ever tasting this kind of pleasure.

Noah only smiled as he went even harder, his balls clapping against her asscheeks with vicious, wet slaps that echoed across the room. His dick rammed in deep, carving a path through her insides with ruthless precision.

Shadeva's pussy was like malleable clay. It was unreal—like it could take anything thrown at it, always adapting, always reshaping to match perfectly the cock inside it.

Noah couldn't explain it clearly, but there was no doubt in his mind—this was one of the best pussies he had ever tasted.

After a few minutes like that, he flipped Shadeva roughly, making her ass face him now. He grabbed her asscheeks, spreading them wide open—and there, exposed, were her twitching asshole and dripping wet pussy.

But something else caught Noah's attention.

Both her pussy and her ass had soft, subtle hairs on them. Jet black.

Not a bush or anything wild—just a little here and there. But weirdly...

It excited him beyond reason.

His dick pulsed even harder at the sight—her dark, sensitive holes barely covered by that tiny detail.

"Did you like them?" Shadeva asked, her voice thick with degeneracy no one would've expected from her.

She asked it like she already knew what he was looking at, making Noah's smile widen with delight.

"I think I just found a kink of mine, hélas," Noah said with a dramatic sigh as he spread her ass wider, earning a soft moan from Shadeva.

"I let them grow on purpose. I wanted you to feel different with me. I wanted to surprise you."

She paused, then added—

"I'm glad you liked—!!"

"AHHHHH!!"

Shadeva's words broke into a loud moan.

Noah had just thrust deep inside her again. "I'm sorry, I couldn't help myself after hearing you talk like that. You were just too damn cute," he said, but there was zero remorse in his voice.

And Shadeva didn't mind at all.

She came from that sudden thrust, the kind that slammed into her womb like it belonged there.

And from there, they kept going. Primal. Animalistic. Unrelenting.

They fucked all over the room, in every position they could think of—from levrette to missionary, to 69, to new ones they created on the spot, like when Noah sat on the edge of the bed while Shadeva bent backwards on his lap, spine arched, mouth open, body trembling, completely exposed—ready to be ruined.

And she was ruined.

From deep throat to face-fucking, Shadeva tasted all of it and she loved every damn second.

But it wasn't just her mouth, face, and pussy being used.

Her ass was fucked too. And not gently.

Noah fucked her ass until it stretched wide open like the gaping mouth of some monstrous beast, terrifying and obscene. Shadeva didn't stop moaning for a single second while she was getting sodomized.

It was a new kind of pleasure—one she never knew could exist. And when Noah was pounding her there, she found herself arching her back even more just to feel it deeper, harder, longer.

Truly, if any of her shadows or siblings saw this version of Shadeva...

They would've been utterly stunned.

Because Shadeva, right now, wasn't the Mother of Shadows. She wasn't the Mother of Liberation either.

At this moment?

She was the true Mother of Degeneracy.

But that's what happens when you spend decades watching people fuck without shame, without morals.

Mothers and daughters getting fucked together. Sisters with sisters. Even mother with son.

This was a family of absolute degeneracy. And if you're a part of it?

Then I'm sorry, but the only real requirement is to be either already a degenerate, or have the hidden potential to become one.

Shadeva was the second kind.

And now, she was proving it to all of us—riding Noah's cock with primal hunger, using her ass like it was made for this, her face a mess of tears, of both their cum, of sweat and spit. Her hair disheveled, her whole body soaked in the fluids of their pleasure.

Saliva. Sperm. Her own juice. Sweat.

Her pussy was swollen, puffy, twitching—fucked so hard it trembled just from the air touching it. Her lips reddened and sensitive beyond reason.

And then it happened again.

Noah and Shadeva came once more.

"AHHH!!"

They moaned together, raw and broken, as Shadeva collapsed face-first on Noah's chest, both of them breathing hard, their bodies twitching with leftover spasms.

Noah's cock slid slowly out of her ass—and fuck, what a sight it was.

Her asshole was stretched wide, still gaping slightly with each shaky breath, like it had forgotten how to close, dripping with spit and thick white seed.

"S-See what you've done to my body," Shadeva whispered, her legs trembling like they no longer belonged to her.

Noah smiled as he gently caressed her, feeding into the peace and overflowing warmth she was already drowning in.

"Well... you asked for it, my love. And admit it—you loved it."

She laughed softly.

"I did love it. But do you know what I love the most?" she asked—and before he could answer, she looked straight into his white-threaded, runic eyes and—

"You, Noah. I love you more than I ever imagined," she said, her voice thick with inestimable love and devotion.

[Shadeva's feelings for you have reached 100%.]

Chapter 287: Motherhood [1]

"I love you, Noah," Shadeva said, her voice filled with unmistakable love.

Love Noah knew too well. It was the love every one of his women held for him.

By this point, you would expect him to get used to it—or even to take it for granted. After all, isn't that how things go? The more you're used to something, the less you pay attention to it, and so, you stop taking care of it.

Isn't that true?

It is.

But there are always exceptions. There are always things people can never get enough of—like how a reader will never get enough of good novels.

He didn't care if it was cliché, or the same story again with the same setup or even the same power.

How could he care? That's what they love anyway.

They always want the same thing... but different.

And that's exactly how Noah felt.

All his women loved him immensely—but each loved him differently. Each of them had her own way of showing love and affection, and that's what made it... addicting.

That's what made it worth it to gather women around him.

So right now, with Shadeva looking at him as if he were the most precious thing in the universe, Noah mirrored her look—and even went beyond it.

"And I love you too, my dear shadow," he said, enfolding her trembling body with deep care as he looked into her beautiful, shadowy eyes.

"I love you, and I will not let anything hurt you in the same way you were hurt by your sister. I will protect you, even if it means putting myself in danger—and I know your sisters will feel the same as I do."

"But saying all of this is quite useless if I don't resolve the thousands of years you spent alone, broken, betrayed, and chained by your own siblings."

His words immediately startled Shadeva as her eyes began to glisten. "D-Do you know who's responsible for all this? And the reason behind it?" she asked, her voice thick with unspoken emotions.

Noah gently caressed her face, their naked bodies still wrapped around each other sensually.

"I do know who's responsible, but... do you want to hear it?"

It wasn't a simple question.

It was the kind of question that asked if she was ready to bear the burden of knowing. Because what if she wanted vengeance—but couldn't get it?

What if she wanted to break the shackles on her siblings—but couldn't?

Wouldn't that break her? Wouldn't that make her feel unworthy of being called a sister?

But Shadeva was not a woman with a weak will.

"I'm ready," she said firmly, her gaze unwavering.

"It's all the race together. They chained your siblings with shackles they would never be able to break. And they didn't do it because you were dangerous—not truly. They did it because your potential was dangerous."

"So, they decided to leech from you first before anything else. They broke you by turning your siblings against you. Maybe they were even hoping for a full-blown war between siblings so they could reap the benefits."

He paused, looking at Shadeva's trembling eyes.

"Now tell me—do you understand?"

Shadeva stayed silent for a moment before nodding weakly.

"And oh, I forgot one other thing."

Noah smiled crookedly. "A progenitor was involved in all of this. The progenitor of elves—Luelle WorldTree."

That last sentence made Shadeva tremble with pure dread.

And honestly? Understandable.

Just look at how unfair Noah was.

Granted, the other progenitors were not as special as him.

But they were special enough. And they had eons upon eons to train, to understand their abilities, and even go beyond them.

So yes—having one of them as an enemy was a dreadful thing to even think about.

And Shadeva was just World Dominator rank. Hell, even if she reached Law Creator rank, she'd still be just a bug before a progenitor.

So, knowing all this—how could she fight back? How could she seek the revenge she deserved?

Ask Noah to take revenge for her?

It is a way. In fact, it's the one most likely to succeed.

But would she really?

Of course, yes.

"Help me," Shadeva said softly, without any shame or hesitation.

It's just stupid not to ask for help when you need it because of pride or ego. Shadeva didn't care about any of that. And even less if the one she was asking was her love and her master.

Noah smiled sweetly hearing her.

He liked when his women asked him for help.

Not because of vanity. Not because of pride. Not for some ego boost—no, he didn't need that kind of thing anymore. He was Noah Vaelgrim, after all.

He liked it simply because he loved helping his wives grow stronger, loved helping them rise, evolve, and reach higher states.

Help.

That's the word.

He wouldn't do the job for them—but he would give them the tools to do it themselves.

"Gladly, my love," he answered before they slowly got up—still naked.

By this point, Noah's dick was already rock hard again with Shadeva's naked body right in front of him. But he held it in.

Same with Shadeva—she wouldn't mind being fucked so hard her ass would be stretched wide again and her pussy red and swollen.

But she, too, knew the priority at this moment.

Still—

"Why aren't we wearing clothes?" Shadeva asked.

"Because I'm an exhibitionist and I like to be naked. Got a problem with that?" Noah replied without an ounce of shame, making Shadeva blink in surprise before giggling.

"I wouldn't mind joining you in that then. And truly, who would even complain about seeing your naked body? I mean, even men—!"

"I'll stop you right there, Shadeva. Don't go into that domain. I don't actually want to know," Noah interrupted sharply, making Shadeva burst into laughter—the heavy tension from before, the fear of fighting a progenitor, all dissipating like mist.