Reincarnated as an Evil Harem God-Chapter 29: Good Morning**

Time passed slowly, and the two bodies in heat were gradually cooling off in the night of the forest. Occasional owl sounds echoed through the area, but it was calm—a little too calm. Perhaps the blood of the wolves served as a warning to all predators that this area was off-limits, or perhaps every single beast was still asleep after the forest-wide mating session that Liraeth's powers had triggered. Or maybe the power Sylvaris now radiated was simply too frightening, as his body pulsed faintly with crimson light in the dead of night, casting the scene in an eerie glow. It almost looked like something out of a horror movie.

But he wasn't aware of that.

The two lovebirds now lay on the forest floor, Liraeth curled up in his embrace like a kitten. She was in a child's pose next to him, while he held her with both arms wrapped around her—one from beneath and one over her shoulder—in a possessive manner, as if they had already been sleeping together for a long time, as if this wasn't their first rodeo. Her soft, hot body warmed him, and if he were awake, he'd be able to tell that her temperature was like that of a furnace. Her soft breasts pressed against his skin, creating a fair gap between them, yet her hardened nipples poked into his chest, leaving a few small imprints—a souvenir, you could say, a reminder of just how big they were.

The pulsating crimson light eventually subsided, becoming little more than the occasional heartbeat from his chest. It emitted a faint glow, but it was barely noticeable. Most likely, it had something to do with the system—but Sylvaris would only find out what happened to him after that fiery exchange of desire once he awoke.

The morning sun now cast its rays through the thick trees, hitting Sylvaris right in the face. His eyes twitched. He lay on his back now—yet Liraeth was no longer in his arms.

Ugh... nnngh... fuck... my head... it feels like someone's smashing a gong inside my skull. His eyes and face contracted from the pain. He instinctively brought his fingers to his temples, the ache pounding in his head like a hangover after a long night of partying and drinking too much. My head is spinning in circles... ugh... I think I might puke soon...

He felt something rise in his stomach, but nothing came out. He was empty—he hadn't eaten in a full day.

What the hell happened to me yesterday? Did I go out and drink with Paul and his buddies again? Fuck... I can't remember... I need to get up and go to work... But fuck... why is my body so weak?

It seemed Sylvaris had such a good time with the elf that it knocked him back into thinking he was still in his old world—as the same old Ryan. Yet reality was about to deliver a very different kind of wake-up call.

Wait... huh?! Suddenly, he felt his hips twitch. Why does something feel so wet? It's so warm... like something's wrapping my cock in silk and massaging it in circular motions—ngh—it feels good...

"Slrp... chu... mnnh~... glk... glrk... slrp..."

Huh?! What are those slurping sounds? Fuck... it's my dick alright... it feels like it's going to explode... fuck... I'm cumming...

"Mmwah~... chu... slrp..." Liraeth was going in deep with her mouth, her tongue working overtime, trying to squeeze out what still remained of Sylvaris's seed. Perhaps this was how elves said good morning? Or maybe she was just hungry and wanted nourishment? Either way, she could feel his cock twitch in her mouth, and without any warning, a sudden burst of hot, rich, cream-thick cum rushed into her throat—offering a good morning of its own.

"Mmnph~!?" Her eyes widened, her throat twitching from the unexpected load. A surprised but pleased moan escaped her lips as she clamped her mouth shut, unwilling to lose a single drop.

"Glk... glk... glrk... gulp..." She swallowed every bit, her throat moving in slow, steady gulps as the heat slid down into her belly.

So thick... so hot... Master's taste is filling me so good... I want more... Hearts fluttered under her closed eyelids. I'll drink it all—every drop~

Sylvaris's eyes shot open. His gaze met hers. She looked back at him with a lust-drunk expression, her lips wrapped tightly around his cock, unwavering—like a perfect seal made just for him. He could even see his own cum sliding down her throat, each swallow visible, every gulp hypnotic.

Those eyes... the way she looks at me... what the hell is this feeling? He could feel something bubbling in his chest. The way Liraeth looked at him—filled with pure love, raw desire for his body and soul—was something he had never experienced in his past life.

The way her mouth wraps around my cock... it's driving me insane... this girl...

Fuck... she's sucking me dry again. Yeah... I'm not in my old, boring life where nobody sucked my dick... I'm in a world where a fucking crazy-hot elf is giving me a wake-up blowjob... yeah... I fucking love it here—nngh! Fuck! Her tongue's wrapping around my tip... shit... A jolt of electricity ran up his spine.

"Haaah—fuck... wait, I just—"

Sylvaris's hips jerked upward instinctively, his body still twitching from the aftershock of release. But before he could recover, her mouth was back on him—hungrier. Wilder.

It seemed one round hadn't been enough to quench her thirst.

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"Glk... glrk... slrp—slrp—mnnh~!"

Her head bobbed faster now, her throat swallowing around his overly-sensitive cock like she was starving. His fingers clawed at the grass beneath him as waves of overstimulation surged through his nerves.

Nghh... she's not stopping... she's really trying to drain me dry...

"L-Liraeth—hngh! I-I can't... it's too much—ah—"

Her eyes flicked up at him, glowing with obsession. Her lips didn't pause for a second—as if this act was the only thing that could soothe the fire inside her.

"Mmmn... glk... gulp... mmf~..." Even if he tells me to stop... I can't. He made me like this... so he better shut up and let me do my thing... because—nngh—I... I love Master so much...!

Every sound echoed with wet madness, each gulp a desperate act of devotion—or perhaps a madness born from the craving for love she had always harbored deep in her heart.

But one thing was certain: they were both thinking the same thing.

She'll kill me to get more of my cum...

I'm going to get my breakfast... even if it kills him...