Harem Stealer: Reborn with the God-Tier Sharing System-Chapter 95: Meeting with The Crow [1]

Chapter 95 - Meeting with The Crow [1]

Finally, the two collapsed on the bed, their bodies spent, their lust sated — for now.

Dominique lay with her head resting against Noah’s chest, her breathing steadying slowly.

"Noah Weaverheart, huh? I knew I recognized your face from somewhere," she said softly, tracing circles on his skin with her fingers. "You’re the human who defeated the Chosen One."

"Indeed, that’s me," Noah replied calmly.

Dominique lifted her head slightly, her beautiful pink eyes gleaming with curiosity.

"And what is someone as famous as you doing here, deep inside demon territory? Inside my mother’s domain, no less?"

Noah chuckled, a soft, mysterious smile playing on his lips.

"I have some things to solve," he said, and then added with a smirk, "And... I thought it’d be interesting to meet the rulers of this land. Turns out, your mother is one of them. So why not have her introduce us properly?"

Dominique tilted her head, studying him carefully.

"I smell something fishy... Are you planning to seduce my mother too? Just like you did with me?" she teased, her voice dripping with sultry amusement.

Noah laughed lightly.

"I wouldn’t say no to that... But no, I’m not here driven by lust. I have serious matters to discuss with her. Though, of course," he smirked wider, "if it comes to that..."

Their eyes met, full of mischief, and they both burst into laughter, knowing full well that now the idea had been planted — it might very well happen. freewebnøvel.com

"I wonder..." Dominique mused aloud, her voice dropping lower, hotter, "How it would feel... to be fucked while my mother watches... or to watch my mother get fucked..."

Her pussy twitched at the thought, sending a fresh wave of heat through her core.

"Calm down, you horny girl," Noah said, seeing her eyes grow heavy with lust again.

Not that he minded — if he had the time, he would have taken her again right there.

But he’d already lost enough time.

Noah stood up from the bed, his naked body illuminated by the faint morning light filtering through the curtains.

Dominique couldn’t tear her eyes away from him.

His physique was perfection — muscles sharp and defined like a sculpture, his wide shoulders tapering into a lean waist. His back muscles rippled with every movement, and his eight-pack abs seemed carved from marble.

And with that long purple hair cascading down and those piercing silver eyes?

Noah was nothing less than lethal.

Dominique’s heart skipped a beat.

Her gaze drifted lower—and when she caught sight of his still semi-hard cock, a fresh gush of arousal leaked from between her thighs.

"Ahh... this is so unfair, Noah," she purred, her voice thick with need. "Let’s do it one more time..."

Noah’s lips twitched in amusement.

"You horny bitch, stop it. I told you, I’ve got things to take care of. Wait for me tonight, alright?"

Dominique pouted, her lips forming a small, adorable sulk.

"I am a horny bitch, yes... but I’m your horny bitch," she said proudly.

Noah smiled warmly.

"Yes. I know."

He paused, then asked, curious, "By the way, why are you even here in this city?"

"Oh? Nothing much. I was bored, so I decided to take a stroll. I heard this inn was famous... thought I’d check it out."

She smiled, stretching languidly on the bed like a satisfied cat.

"And luckily I did. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have met you."

Noah chuckled.

Truly convenient.

I must be Fate’s hidden favorite at this point.

He shook his head lightly, dispelling the whimsical thought.

"Get some rest. I’m heading out," he said, turning toward the door.

And just like that—he was gone.

...

Outside the room, the moment Noah stepped into the hallway, a shadow rose silently at his feet.

Ester.

She hadn’t accompanied him inside earlier, knowing better than to intrude... but now—

"Why do you look so angry, Ester?" Noah asked casually, sensing the waves of jealousy and anger radiating from her shadowy form.

Ester’s voice echoed sharply in his mind.

’Why, Master?’

Her voice trembled slightly with emotion.

’Why did you lose your virginity to her... and not to me?’

Noah smiled awkwardly, scratching the back of his head.

"My bad. I thought it’d be better to get some practice first, before... coming to you."

Total bullshit.

But hey — what she didn’t know wouldn’t hurt her.

Facing a succubus that forward had simply overwhelmed his old Earth instincts.

Before Ester could respond, Noah added quickly, flashing a teasing smirk:

"But now, my dear shadow... I’m confident enough to give you the best pleasure you’ve ever dreamed of. Do you want to try it?"

In the shadow, Ester’s brain seemed to short-circuit.

Her face flushed a deep crimson beneath the darkness, shame and excitement warring inside her.

Even though she’d voiced her anger and jealousy so boldly, now that Noah was openly offering himself—she couldn’t help but become shy.

"I-I don’t mind, Master," she stuttered in a tiny, almost inaudible voice.

Noah grinned wider.

"I can’t wait, my sweet shadow."

What he didn’t know was that Ester was even more eager than he was.

She had dreamed—fantasized—for this moment countless times.

And now that the possibility was real, her whole body ached with anticipation.

"I can’t wait either, Master..." she whispered.

Noah’s heart raced a little at her trembling voice—but before things could heat up further—

"Master."

A new voice called out ahead of him.

He raised his head and saw Leona approaching, her expression serious and tense.

Noah understood immediately.

The Crow was here.

He nodded subtly.

"Let’s go."

As they walked briskly, Noah asked, "Where are Lucius and Zara?"

"Lucius is in one of the rooms—with girls. Zara too, but she’s alone, playing with Neko," Leona answered.

Noah nodded again, not surprised.

Both were taking care of their own... in their own ways.

Soon they stepped outside the inn, into a narrow alley shrouded in darkness.

There, standing at the far end, was a figure wearing a Crow mask.

The air thickened like a storm about to break, the scent of blood and cold iron lingering faintly.

Judging by the silhouette, she was female—but Noah knew better than to trust appearances in a world where deception was a basic skill.

Unless you had special eyes—which he didn’t, yet—you couldn’t trust your sight alone.

Still, Leona had confirmed she was female.

Good enough.

The woman in the mask looked at them silently.

The air grew heavier.

Leona’s body trembled slightly behind Noah.

It wasn’t easy facing your former master—especially one as dangerous as the Crow.

Leona knew she couldn’t fool her.

After all, everything she knew about deception had been taught by the very woman standing in front of them.

The Crow finally spoke, her voice cold and emotionless:

"So, my hunch was correct. You did betray us, Leona."

Leona’s trembling worsened.

There was no point in lying.

The Crow was a monster hidden behind a mask — a creature beyond simple understanding.

But Leona placed her trust, her future, her everything — in Noah.

And indeed—

"How very impolite," Noah said, stepping forward smoothly, shielding Leona behind him, "to call me here... and then completely ignore me."

The Crow chuckled softly behind her mask.

"True."

Her gaze sharpened.

"If you came, it means you knew I wanted to speak with you."

She paused, as if considering something.

"I don’t know if you’re confident or simply foolish... but tell me—"

Her voice lowered slightly.

"Would you dare go further?"

She tilted her head in a strangely playful manner.

"Come to our place. The Shattered Temple. Speak with our master."

Leona’s fingers dug instinctively into Noah’s sleeve, her body betraying a flicker of true fear.

Another pause.

Then, with a voice full of challenge:

"Do you dare, Noah Weaverheart?"

—End of Chapter 95—