Harem Stealer: Reborn with the God-Tier Sharing System-Chapter 226: Pure pain (R18)

Chapter 226 -226: Pure pain (R18)

Chapter 226 — Pure pain (R18)

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WARNING: Don’t read if you are not fan of bdsm and things like that.

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Noah was stunned.

Not because of the words themselves, but because of who said them.

Justicia.

The Goddess of Light and Justice.

The Celestial.

Who the fuck would’ve thought Justicia was into BDSM?

But that unexpected discovery made something inside him snap — no, flare. A raw, twisted urge shot up inside him. An itch to do the most obscene, depraved things he could think of, things even he hadn’t dared with his wives.

His dick got rock-hard instantly — so hard it looked inhuman, the veins pulsing like coiling serpents about to slither out of his skin.

He stepped closer, slow and heavy, until his lips were just an inch from hers. The tension in the air was thick enough to choke on. ƒгeewebnovёl_com

Justicia couldn’t even concentrate anymore. Her eyes were stuck on his lips like they were the only thing that existed in the whole world. Soft. Beautiful. Inviting. But what she really wanted—

‘How would it feel if he ate my pussy?’

That question screamed through her head so loudly, she almost moaned from just thinking about it.

She was just a breath away from begging him to put his mouth on her dripping pussy when—

“Do you wish me to tie you?” Noah asked, voice calm and dangerous.

“Yes.” Her response was instant. No pause.

Noah smirked.

“Then you better be ready to feel a lot of things… even the painful ones.”

“That’s all I want,” Justicia replied, her voice sharp, her eyes burning. “Take me. Do whatever you want with my body. Break me even if you want.”

She meant it. Every filthy word.

She was here to be used. To be destroyed. To be utterly fucked until the only thing she could remember was the shape of Noah’s cock and the sound of his voice breaking her apart.

“I’m all yours,” she said.

And then she kissed him.

Not gently. Not with sweetness.

It was messy, hot, and loud — a kiss born out of lust, not love. Her arms wrapped around his neck, her legs locked around his waist like a prisoner clutching her captor. Her pussy, dripping wet and hot like a fever, pressed directly onto Noah’s cock still hidden behind fabric, and she let out a guttural moan into his mouth.

His dick was burning. Heavy. Thick. She could feel it clearly. It made her pussy clench hard — she was so fucking ready to be ruined by it.

After a few seconds, they finally pulled away.

Noah looked at her — no words, just heat. “You ready?”

He didn’t wait.

His bed vanished.

In its place, a simple wooden table appeared — dark, smooth, and the perfect size for what he had in mind.

And Justicia was already on it.

Her arms stretched wide and shackled down. Same with her legs — spread open so wide she couldn’t even move an inch. She was completely helpless, naked, fully exposed.

And the chains?

She couldn’t break them.

She couldn’t do nothing about them.

But instead of panic her pussy gushed.

The moment the realization hit — that she was chained, vulnerable, unable to run — her body betrayed her. Wetness poured out of her like her pussy had been waiting for this all her life. The wooden table beneath her thighs got wet almost instantly.

Soaked.

“Ahhh…” she moaned sharp, breathy, delirious.

Noah chuckled darkly. She was a perfect little masochist. A pretty toy just waiting to be broken in every possible way.

And if that’s what she liked — if pain and humiliation got her pussy flooding like this…

Then so be it.

He took a slow step forward. Justicia’s eyes twitched.

“What… what are you going to do to me?” she asked, voice trembling from anticipation, not fear.

Noah grinned.

“Let’s cover that mouth first.”

He was about to summon something simple — maybe a magic gag or something similar — when Justicia’s voice snapped through the air again

“Please… please use your underwear… choke me with it.”

Noah froze.

For a second, he didn’t move. Hell he even forgot to breathe.

He looked at her properly — chained, naked, eyes glazed with pure lust, lips red and swollen, begging to be choked with the very thing he’d worn between his thighs.

That’s when he realized…

He was still being too soft.

Too tame.

Justicia didn’t want light domination. She didn’t want teasing.

She wanted degeneracy. Filth. She wanted to be violated, degraded, dragged to the edge of consciousness and back, treated like a whore so disgusting even the gods would look away.

She wanted him to lose control.

To go places not even his wives had seen.

He smirked.

“As you want.”

He snapped his fingers.

His black underwear appeared in his hand — still soaked with the scent of his cock, still humid from wearing it.

And without a word, he shoved it into her mouth — stuffed it in deep until her gag reflex kicked in and she could barely make a sound. Then he tied the rest around her head, pulling it tight enough that her throat bulged around the fabric.

Her eyes rolled back as the scent assulted her. Her hips jerked violently. A fresh wave of arousal gushed out from her pussy and trickled down the side of the table.

Noah snapped his fingers.

A dozen objects appeared in a flash — a whip, leather cuffs, sharp ice, nipple clamps, glass dildos, metal plugs, vibrating eggs, a thick black collar, and several other things designed to destroy sanity.

He took a thick, curved dildo and — without warning — shoved it deep inside Justicia’s soaked pussy.

“MMHHHHHH!!”

A wild, muffled cry burst from her throat as her back arched high.

She tried to scream. Tried to move. But nothing.

She couldn’t even twitch her arms. She was blindfolded, silenced, restrained.

She couldn’t move, she couldn’t speak, she couldn’t see… she could only feel.

And then came more.

Before she could even process the dildo, Noah took a sharp piece of ice, pushed it deep into her pussy, and shoved the dildo further in — locking the ice in place inside her.

Her body jolted violently. The sudden cold ripped a strangled moan from deep inside her lungs.

Then he placed ice directly on her nipples.

She went mad.

Her entire body screamed.

Her nerves short-circuited.

Every inch of her was overwhelmed — heat and cold, stretch and sting.

More muffled screams echoed. Her head thrashed. Her pussy leaked more and more, now coating her thighs, the table, even dripping to the floor.

Noah stared at her. This broken, desperate thing beneath him.

She wanted this?

Then so be it.

He wasn’t going to show mercy anymore.

Her pussy was filled. Her mouth was gagged.

Only her ass was untouched.

And Noah wasn’t about to leave it that way.

He spread her cheeks, revealing her tight, untouched asshole.

Still a virgin.

Both pussy and ass actually.

He smiled, wicked and cruel, as he summoned a fat, hard dildo — at least five inches thick, brutal and unforgiving.

And he shoved it in.

All. The. Way.

Her body went stiff.

Her mouth let out a sound that was barely human — a deep, strangled, muffled scream that made the entire room vibrate.

It was pain.

Overwhelming, soul-splitting pain.

Her body trembled violently, spasming. Behind the blindfold, her eyes flew open in shock and pain, her tears spilling sideways.

If she wasn’t a Mythic Rank being, she would’ve been bleeding from her ass by now.

But the most insane part?

The part that made Noah’s cock twitch with sick delight?

Even after all that pain —

“MMMHHHHHH!!”

Justicia came.

Violently.

Her body convulsed, her pussy gushing in waves, soaking the entire table in cum.

Noah blinked.

“…Goodness me,” he whispered.

He smiled.

“I really got myself a masochist.”

—End of Chapter 226—

A/N:

I admit it. I did go a little bit crazy on this one.

My bad.

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