Reincarnated as an Evil Harem God-Chapter 20: The Forbidden Nectar

Sylvaris's eyes were almost hypnotized, trailing only the jiggling butt of the elf as she sprinted ahead, completely ignoring the wolves flanking her from both sides. The beasts weren't charging blindly — no, they were calculating. Like any decent pack of hunters, they aimed to cut her off, to box her in before lunging straight for the throat, where the kill would be swift and clean.

Unlucky for them, though... they'd run into a different kind of predator today. Not the kind that hunted for meat — oh no — this one hunted women, and he would go to any length to win their favor.

The elf's outfit wasn't helping the situation either — not for Sylvaris, at least. A cream and green dress clung to her skin like it had been painted on, damp with sweat and torn at the edges. The short skirt barely even qualified as one, riding up with every desperate stride, showing off those jiggling cheeks in full display. Her massive breasts were bouncing with every movement, barely held in by the thin, laced fabric that looked like it was fighting its own battle for survival. Honestly, the real miracle here was that it hadn't burst apart already.

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"Run for the tree! I got your back!" Sylvaris shouted, his voice slicing through the wind. The elf's ears perked the moment she heard him. She had nearly resigned herself to death, already preparing for her final moments... but now, the voice of a stranger promising safety? It was like the cherry on top of a very desperate cake.

These wolves are around level thirty... nothing special. Sylvaris's golden eyes gleamed, calm and calculating as he assessed the pack. The real problem is whether more are lurking nearby. They always travel in numbers. But it's fine. I can handle these three, then move on to secure the coochie— I mean, the beauty...

Even in his thoughts, he was already battling himself. A never-ending war between the gentleman he pretended to be... and the pervert he absolutely was. Both sides waged a constant internal conflict, each one pulling at his mind in a tug-of-war that never seemed to end.

The wolves had noticed something amiss. The unfamiliar voice, a disturbance in their primal instincts, was a problem. They could feel a powerful aura growing stronger behind them, but the rush of bloodlust had already overtaken their senses. One of the wolves barked loudly, as if to announce to the others that he would deal with the newcomer. Without warning, it suddenly took a sharp U-turn, its body shifting with terrifying speed, transforming into a streak of crimson. Its aim was painfully obvious—Sylvaris's legs.

Yet, the beast had underestimated its opponent.

The moment the elf girl jumped up—clumsily, almost desperately—clinging to the tree, Sylvaris didn't hesitate. His blade flashed through the air in a lethal arc, claiming its first kill. A piercing wound appeared in the center of the wolf's skull. Sylvaris saw the blood spurting, splattering across the ground. In that instant, a small line of text appeared before his eyes:

[EXP__12%/100%]

It was a cold reminder that in this world, experience could only be gained through death—through monsters slain in battle. Killing them raised one's level, unlocking power-ups and new skills. It was a brutal system, but it worked. And Sylvaris couldn't help but feel a rush from it.

The remaining two wolves, enraged by the loss of their comrade, howled in fury. Their crimson eyes flared, their bodies expanding as they grew to towering heights. Three meters of muscle, fur, and bloodlust—massive jaws that could tear through steel. These were not the same wolves who had first approached him.

Now they're taking me seriously. Good, I was about to fall asleep from boredom.

Sylvaris smirked to himself. With a powerful yet agile step, he shot forward. His blade gleamed, blindingly bright. One step, two steps, and he was already in front of the massive jaws that were snapping toward him.

You want to eat me? I don't blame you. You're just an animal. But let me show you the path to the underworld. Because if you dare challenge me...

The words rang in his mind, epic and fast, like a battle cry. He longed to say them out loud, to show the world his defiance, but he knew better. These beasts could kill him with one mistake. A second's hesitation could be fatal.

The wolf lunged, its jaws wide open, aiming to bite him in half. But Sylvaris was faster. He twisted his body in an almost inhuman way, his movements flowing like water, his sword cutting through the air. The blade slashed past the beast's neck with surgical precision, severing it in one swift strike. Blood exploded from the wound, splattering across the ground in a violent gush. Sylvaris ducked behind the dying beast, using its massive form as a shield.

But the other wolf didn't follow.

Did it run? Or...?

A cold shiver ran down his spine. The silence was unsettling. Then, just as the thought crossed his mind, he felt it—a surge of murderous intent. His eyes widened in shock.

Before he could react, a sense of dread coursed down his spine. He barely managed to leap into the air as the massive jaws of the second wolf snapped shut on the dead wolf's carcass, missing him by mere inches.

Seriously?!

The wolf was relentless—wild, untamed, and furious. But that also made things easier. Sylvaris's grip tightened around his sword. Mana rushed into the blade, filling it with an otherworldly brilliance. The sword grew in size, its aura blinding. And with a fierce roar, he crashed down, striking the wolf with the full force of his fury. The beast was cleaved in two, its massive body falling apart in a shower of blood, its final scream cut off abruptly.

Sylvaris stood amidst the carnage, his white clothes drenched in blood. He looked like a maniac—like a warrior reborn in the heat of battle. But a strange satisfaction filled him. He could feel the power coursing through him, the experience points piling up. The thrill of the kill was intoxicating.

"Huuuu..."

He exhaled sharply, trying to steady his breath as he landed lightly on the ground. His eyes shifted to the tree where the elf girl was still clinging to the bark. He straightened, resting his sword lazily on his shoulder, and walked toward her like a true hero, the savior of the day.

"You're perfectly safe now, miss. You can come do—"

His voice faltered as he looked up.

There it was. In all its forbidden glory.

He froze, his gaze locking onto it in utter disbelief. A treasure—unseen by mortal eyes—lay exposed right in front of him. His breath hitched as he stared. Time seemed to slow. The sheer temptation was overwhelming.

A whisper escaped his lips, so soft that even he barely heard it.

"Pink..."

There it was, a forbidden nectar, wide open, awaiting his gaze. The sight was so tempting, so pure, it almost felt like an irresistible trap. But Sylvaris, ever the gentleman—or perhaps a pervert—was caught in a moment of weakness, his thoughts spiraling in ways he never thought possible.