Harem Stealer: Reborn with the God-Tier Sharing System - Chapter 157

Chapter 157: Chapter 157: Sophie (R18)
Chapter 157: Sophie (R18)

Selene and Noah lay on their backs, bodies slick with sweat, breath still ragged.

Selene’s entire body glistened with his cum—painted from her neck to her thighs, his seed drying on her skin like a royal seal.

“How… was it?” Noah asked between gulps of air, still catching his breath.

Selene stayed silent for a moment, then smiled—radiant, glowing, a little dazed.

“It was… incredible. I don’t even remember how many times I came.”

And she wasn’t exaggerating. Her legs still trembled, and her pussy throbbed from the overwhelming pleasure. Her mind was blank—just a haze of heat, moans, and the feeling of being filled.

Their desire had been a storm. Wild. Unstoppable.

Noah slowly sat up, fatigue vanishing as he activated the life aspect of his [Samsara]. Strength returned to his limbs instantly.

Selene watched him quietly, eyes soft.

“Who’s next?” she asked, voice calm—but there was a bitter note under the surface. Jealousy, restrained. She didn’t voice it, but it was there.

Still, as the Head Wife, she wouldn’t complain. She had a duty—not just to Noah, but to the harem as a whole. Every woman needed to be satisfied. That was her role. Her pride.

Noah smiled, sensing the truth behind her calmness. Even if she didn’t like sharing him, she understood. She even supported it. She made sure the others were cared for. That they felt loved. That no cracks formed in the family.

She was more than just a wife. She was a queen.

“Sophie,” Noah said softly. “My empress.”

He leaned down and kissed Selene gently, lingering on her lips.

“You can rest in the meantime.”

And with that, he disappeared, leaving behind a glowing Selene.

“…It’s not too bad,” she whispered to herself.

Yes. As long as she had her share—her place beside him—it was enough.

The faster she accepted this new reality, the faster she could enjoy it fully. She closed her eyes and drifted off into sleep with a peaceful, satisfied smile on her lips.

…

Noah reappeared in another room.

If Selene’s room was blue and cold, Sophie’s was a rich, velvet red. Warm. Inviting. Dripping with quiet power. Like wine and fire wrapped into silk.

Sophie stood in front of a mirror, grooming herself with regal precision. Her red nightgown clung to her like temptation—it stopped at her upper thighs, leaving her long, pale legs exposed. The curves beneath it teased softly.

Noah stepped in behind her silently and wrapped his arms around her waist.

Sophie jumped slightly. “Noah…!” she gasped.

But her smile bloomed the moment she turned around and saw him. She slid into his embrace, one hand pressing against his chest.

She had always been beautiful—but now, as an Elysiari, she was more. Silver hair flowing down her back. Red eyes glowing with runic lightning. Her presence alone could silence a throne room.

Noah reached up and tucked a loose strand behind her ear.

“You’re stunning.”

Sophie blushed immediately, lowering her head as heat bloomed across her cheeks.

“…Thank you,” she whispered.

Noah chuckled.

“Hah… Why’re you acting shy? It’s not like it’s our first time.”

Then he smirked, drawing her tighter against him.

“Or maybe… it’s the atmosphere? This soft red glow, this scent of you in the air…”

Sophie opened her mouth, but he didn’t let her speak.

He kissed her.

Her eyes widened at first—then closed as she melted into him.

At first, she was timid. But seconds passed. Thirty. Sixty. And then Sophie changed. Her lips parted wider, her hands tangled in his hair. She kissed him back hungrily—like she needed more of him. All of him.

Noah’s hands didn’t rest either. They slipped down her back, found her ass, and squeezed softly—drawing a little yelp from her mouth.

Four minutes passed before they finally broke the kiss.

Sophie’s face was flushed. Her chest rose and fell quickly.

“Already done?” Noah teased, still hungry. “I could kiss you for days.”

Her lips had this electric softness—like being kissed and struck by gentle lightning at the same time. It was too addictive.

‘If her lips feel like that,’ Noah thought, eyes narrowing, ‘what about her pussy?’

His hunger roared again.

He kissed her again—harder this time. Sophie moaned into his mouth, her fingers clinging to his shoulders.

As they kissed, he undressed her slowly.

Piece by piece.

Until she stood naked in front of him.

Her body wasn’t exaggerated. No oversized breasts. No absurd hips. Just lean muscle, gentle curves, soft abs barely showing. And it suited her. She wasn’t made to be ogled.

She was made to be worshipped, just like an Empress should.

She fidgeted nervously, her eyes looking away.

Noah didn’t say anything.

His clothes disappeared too—his bare body revealed in full.

Sophie’s eyes snapped toward him. Her gaze dropped—and widened.

“…Gods,” she whispered.

Her pussy twitched.

A thin trail of arousal slid down her thigh.

Noah smirked. “Like what you see?”

He stepped forward and wrapped her in his arms.

“As for me, I sure do like….” he whispered. “What I see… and what I am feeling right now.”

Then he licked her neck.

“Ahhh…!” Sophie moaned, her eyes fluttering shut.

“I… I don’t like it,” she said, breath shaky. “I love it.”

Noah didn’t wait anymore.

He lifted her into a princess carry and laid her gently on the bed.

Then he kissed her again—slowly, lovingly.

At the same time, he slid a finger between her legs—and pushed inside.

“AHH—!”

Sophie cried out, her body arching. It was her first time. Her pussy tightened instantly. But as Noah moved his finger slowly, gently, she started to relax.

He was careful and patient.

All while sucking her breasts softly, worshipping her body like the sacred temple it was.

Minutes passed.

The dual stimulation became too much.

Sophie came with a cry, her hips trembling, pussy flooding his hand.

“AHH…!”

Noah smiled.

“You’re ready,” he whispered.

Her pussy was wet enough now.

He moved between her legs. Positioned his cock at her entrance.

Sophie looked down at him—eyes full of lust, but also little bit of fear.

“Will it… fit?” she asked.

“It will.”

“You ready?”

She nodded.

And he pushed in, slowly.

“Ah…” she whimpered, her fingers gripping the sheets.

“It’s okay,” Noah whispered, biting his lip. Her virgin pussy was unbelievably tight. “It’ll pass soon…”

He pushed further, slower—and finally, slid all the way inside.

“You okay?”

Sophie nodded again. “Yes… You can move now.”

Noah started slowly.

The pain lingered for a moment—but then faded. Replaced by pleasure. Deep, tingling, flooding pleasure.

“AHH… Yes…” Sophie moaned, her arms wrapped around his neck. Her voice broke, but not in pain—only in bliss.

Noah moved with care. With love.

Not wild. Not rough.

But passionate.

Their bodies rocked together in perfect rhythm, hips grinding, lips meeting again and again.

They weren’t just fucking.

They were making love.

Two souls dancing in flesh.

And for Sophie, it was more than her first time.

It was the moment she truly felt like his.

—End of Chapter 157—