Reincarnated as an Evil Harem God-Chapter 33: Accidental Love (Blame the Author)

Sylvaris carefully watched over Liraeth, her beautiful body barely covered by his shirt. He felt the pull of sleep begin to creep in, but he refused to give in to such mortal needs. He wanted to become powerful, strong—a protector to his wives. A little fatigue was nothing.

The heat from earlier and the overwhelming desire for sex had long since faded, replaced by something unfamiliar blooming in his chest—affection.

Well, of course, this masturbation addict wouldn't recognize love if it slapped him in the face. The guy's never even tried dating before. But nooo, the author just had to throw genuine affection at him this early in the story. Honestly, makes me wonder—will he treat all his future wives equally or just pick favorites?

Anyway... back to the story.

The warmth in his heart only deepened throughout the night, especially when her beautiful face turned slightly toward him. Her breaths, frosty from the cold, made her shiver—and that small movement pulled at something inside him.

She'll die in this cold if I don't do something...

He lay down beside her, his bare torso pressing against the frozen ground. With no fire skills and the damp air making it near impossible to start a blaze, he had to improvise. He pulled her gently into his arms, hugging her tightly from the front, letting their bodies share what little warmth he had left.

Her face rested near his own. Her calm breaths tickled his skin, soft and steady like a sleeping kitten. His heart started racing for a reason he couldn't explain.

She's... very beautiful. Now that I look closely, she really does look like a kitten when she sleeps. Her breathing is so peaceful... so delicate... Why do I feel like I need to protect this forever? Why do I feel like... she's perfect?

He stayed like that all night, his body carefully warming hers. Gradually, she curled even closer, subconsciously accepting his protective embrace. The two looked like a pair of lovebirds who had been through life and death together, simply enjoying one of those peaceful nights where sleeping side-by-side was second nature.

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The morning sun eventually brushed its warm rays across Liraeth's almost-bare back, gently tickling her awake. Her heavy eyelids fluttered slowly, struggling to open. She felt something different today—a comforting warmth wrapped around her, offering a sense of protection she'd never experienced before.

Her fingers twitched instinctively, but she realized she didn't have much room to move. A soft, warm breath teased the sensitive skin of her neck, and someone's hair lightly tickled her cheek.

With great effort, she finally opened her eyes.

The face greeting her was instantly familiar—one she'd grown to adore in just a single, fleeting day. Her cheeks flushed pink with heat and shyness.

Master...

Her heart fluttered. Sylvaris was holding her gently yet possessively. As she gazed at his serene expression, his eyes suddenly flicked open, golden brilliance swirling within them, pulling her in as though a god himself peered deeply into her very soul.

"Good morning," he whispered, his voice carrying a prince-like charm that sent butterflies dancing through her stomach.

Immediately, warmth bloomed deep inside her once more, an instinctual arousal that made her breathing quicken slightly—but her exhausted, aching body refused to move.

"G-Good morning, Master," she murmured softly, her eyes darting down shyly. Her flushed cheeks only intensified Sylvaris's rising warmth, igniting something fierce and primal within him. He tried desperately to suppress it, but what was control for a man already captured by the heat of desire?

He felt his giant stirring again, pressing insistently against her thighs through his pants, demanding attention, yearning to finish the job from last night.

Panic briefly seized him. For some reason, today he felt that indulging his impulses right now might hurt her fragile, tired body. With surprising self-control, he quickly pulled away and stood up, feigning casualness—as though nothing happened. But they both knew exactly what had just occurred; their faces flushed simultaneously, embarrassment mingling with a strange sweetness in the silence.

But the question lingered in the air—what now? The two of them had shared wild, animal-like breeding just the day before, and now she was his wife, declared so by the system. She was officially part of his harem. Sylvaris had never planned this far ahead; he hadn't considered what he would do after achieving his desires. Reality struck him hard, a slap across his face, plunging him into a spiral of confused thoughts.

Should I take her with me? But what if she wants to leave? When would I even see her again? She wouldn't cheat on me, would she? Does she already have a lover? Did I accidentally steal her from someone? Not that it matters, to be honest, I take what I see and like for myself... Wait—I should meet her parents first! I didn't even ask for her hand, and we're already married... Wait, wait, I—I...

He was having a genuine internal struggle. Liraeth noticed the panic etched into his features and the way his eyes darted around anxiously. It warmed her heart and made her smile gently. Somehow, she understood what he was thinking—or rather, she felt it.

Neither of them yet realized that the Harem God System didn't simply create a bond between two people—it forged a destiny, an eternal thread connecting their souls. Their thoughts and emotions traveled along this invisible thread, subtly influencing and helping them better understand one another, even without words.

"Master," she said softly, breaking his chaotic thoughts, "I believe you'll need to leave soon. But...would it trouble or inconvenience you if I tagged along and stayed by your side?"

Those words completely shattered his confusion, drawing his gaze firmly to the beautiful elf. Her cheeks were flushed pink, her eyes trembling slightly as she looked at him—like a desperate kitten afraid of being abandoned.

Sylvaris cleared his throat awkwardly, a gentle smile crossing his lips. "Let's get ready. We have a long journey ahead of us today."

She nodded softly, the embarrassment fading into a warm glow in her chest. Yet as she watched him gather their scattered belongings, a subtle, worrying thought crossed her mind.

Was he hesitating... because he regrets last night? Did I disappoint him somehow?

She shook away the intrusive thought, heart tightening slightly as she pulled his shirt more securely around her.

No—I trust him. He wouldn't hold me this tenderly if he regretted me.

Even so, the faintest flicker of uncertainty remained, hinting at a complexity in their newfound bond that she hadn't anticipated. A journey filled with unknown trials awaited them—but she silently resolved that, no matter what awaited ahead, she'd remain by his side until the very end.

With a final, silent vow, she swore to herself that she would never let her insecurities weaken her love for him.

Did they fall in love? Seriously, author? Just like that? Go back to writing cliche stories, this is simply embarrassing...