Reincarnated as an Evil Harem God-Chapter 172: Pinned Down Just Like That?

A wild grin decorated Sylvaris’ lips. He could already guess she would not be an easy nut to crack, but what had ever stopped him from having his way with a woman before? He was prepared to let the world burn if that was the price for getting his hands on that juicy ass.

Snow-white hair spilled down the woman’s naked back, stark against her dusky skin. Her eyes narrowed at his command, her heart raging with the urge to kill, yet at the same time, hesitation crept in where certainty should have been.

What a strange human. He wields both holy and demonic energy. Has there ever been anybody like him before? And that arrogant attitude... It is I who should be invading his mind, draining his life energy until nothing remains, not the other way around.

Yet despite her initial fear, a gentle smile touched her lips.

Her hands shifted, pushing her body forward from the tall rock. She fell without grace or hesitation, crashing into the ground below. Dust and dirt burst into the air on impact, the earth shuddering beneath her feet, revealing a shocking, brutal strength that made Sylvaris tighten his grip on his sword.

"I guess the answer is no?"

What a pity. Seems like I’ll have to make her suffer a little first. But I won’t pass up a chance to add a succubus to my harem. I’d be crazy to let her walk from this. He had already declared her his woman so easily in his heart.

Honestly, I’m not even surprised by this scoundrel. He already has so many women, has had more sex in this life than he could have ever dreamed of in his past one, and yet it is still never enough for him. I give up on trying to make this main character into a decent being. I can only request the author to make his dick fall off; that would be better for both Sylvaris and my mental health. Narrating this is impossible.

Sorry for my crash-out. Let’s continue with the story.

"Are you a human? Or a demon?" the succubus asked in a sultry voice, stepping forward with feline grace. She licked her finger slowly, saliva trailing from her lips as her eyes never left him.

"Heh, even I don’t know," Sylvaris replied, stepping forward as well. "But they do call me the hero. Ever heard of me?"

His sword hummed as it rose, radiating a volatile mix of white and black. A faint hint of crimson twisted through the aura, unstable and hungry, as if alive. He knew that to face someone on her level, he would have to reveal all of his hidden cards. Otherwise, he would be the one suffering today, and he was not prepared to die before he could see Seraphina again.

"A hero?" She raised a perfectly sculpted eyebrow. "In these lands?" A slow smile curved her lips. "Aren’t you quite far away from home, pretty boy?"

Killing intent poured out of her like sticky threads of malice, wrapping around him, prickling his skin and forcing the hairs on his body to stand on end. Sylvaris felt it clearly and dismissed it just as quickly. He was not afraid. He never was.

Her foot slid forward, graceful and deliberate, and in the same breath, a long whip snapped through the air toward him. It cut straight for his head.

Sylvaris twisted aside, his feet carrying him in a sharp sidestep, the attack missing him by a hair’s breadth. He surged forward immediately, blade flashing as he moved to counter.

Damn, her giant breasts are distracting me quite a lot. That jiggle is legendary, holy shit.

His gaze betrayed him for half a second, and that was all she needed.

The succubus twisted her body with impossible precision, her spine bending in a way that made no sense. The whip recoiled and lashed back faster than he could close the distance. Sylvaris barely managed to bring his sword behind him in time.

CLANG!

The metallic clash rang out across the battlefield. Pain exploded through his hands as the impact sent a shockwave up his arms. His teeth clenched. The whip wasn’t flesh or leather—it was metal, or something close enough to make no difference.

Not only is her body a sexy weapon, but she can actually fight? Yeah. She’s mine. I don’t care. I’m fucking a succubus today!

Sylvaris roared in his heart as white light erupted from his body, bursting outward in a blinding wave. The holy radiance forced the woman back several steps, her eyes narrowing as she raised an arm to shield herself.

That opening was all he needed.

He closed the distance in a flash, slamming into her space. His sword snapped up, the edge resting against her throat, cold and merciless. That single movement carried everything he was feeling: lust, dominance, and hunger made manifest.

Somehow, the more aroused he became, the stronger he grew, shattering all logic known to storytelling. Or perhaps this author was simply biased beyond saving.

Sylvaris tackled her to the ground, driving her down with brute force. His knee pressed firmly between her legs, pinning her in place. His left hand sank into her juicy breast, gripping hard as if to claim it, while his blade remained poised against her neck, a silent promise of death if she so much as twitched.

Violet eyes burned back at him, blazing with anger and defiance. Yet beneath it all, something else flickered—fear. 𝚏𝐫𝚎𝗲𝕨𝐞𝐛𝕟𝚘𝐯𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝗺

The sudden reversal, the violent shift in momentum, made it painfully clear. The succubus had underestimated him.

"So, cutie, will you willingly become my slave, or will we need to take our battle to phase two?" Sylvaris grinned as he felt her hot breath brush against him, her soft body pressed close. It made his crotch burn with a desire he could barely contain.

After all, her vagina was covered by nothing more than a single thread of leather. One careless swipe of a finger would be enough to reveal her entrance to him. He gulped at the thought alone, imagining how a succubus would feel beneath his touch. Even if it was hell itself, he was more than willing to taste it.