Reincarnated as an Evil Harem God-Chapter 35: Women are Scary...

Moving on with the story...

The two of them stood there, kissing beneath the towering tree, the fresh air of the forest surrounding them. The very essence of the moment intoxicated them, and when they finally parted, the saliva from their tongues stretched between them, dripping onto her chest. She looked so alluring from the side, and Sylvaris couldn't help but be struck by how beautiful she appeared. It sent shockwaves through his mind.

"I love you, and I only want you, Liraeth," Sylvaris said gently. His features made him appear like a prince, and dangerously so, to the point where this poor girl had completely lost her mind for him. Her heart told her that he was the one, and Sylvaris, despite his previous intentions, couldn't help but want her. Even though their love story felt rushed, it had somehow clicked into place.

Well damn... what can I say? Good job, author. I guess...

"Me too, Master," she replied, her shy yet loving smile meeting his gaze. "I love you, even if you don't fully understand my feelings. I still love you, and I want you to be happy. So, even if you give me a sister, I want you to only stay with me when we are intimate, and think only of me when we are together. I know you're a strong, powerful man, so please, just don't forget about me, okay?" The way she looked at him, with tears of happiness in her eyes, made his heart race as well.

Fuck... what did this girl do to me? Women are scary... Sylvaris cursed inwardly, but not in a bad way. He was more awe-struck than anything else. They are so good at seducing us men... He wasn't wrong, and he had experienced firsthand the power women held. No wonder women were said to have started wars with their beauty, completely blinding kings and emperors. He marveled in his thoughts, and to be honest, this one in front of him had him blind as well, to the point where he would probably destroy the world just to keep one lovely elf girl.

"First of all, I will always only think of you when we are together, and I'm sorry for getting distracted..." He said that, but in his mind, he was screaming, How the hell did she know I was thinking about that big ass? I need to be careful... "Call me Sylvaris," he shook his head, still holding her close. He realized he had never even had the chance to properly introduce himself. She had forced him into having sex through her brainwashing ability, and now the two of them were inseparable. What the hell? The only reason he even knew her name was through the system.

Okay, author... listen... I don't understand how she hasn't questioned at all how Sylvaris learned her name, but this girl seems to be an airhead, so I'll just let it pass... But come on, build your scenes better...

"Sylvaris..." Liraeth whispered gently, her voice full of affection, a warm smile rising on her face as if she were engraving that name into her heart. Even her elf ears twitched gently—a sign that an elf was in love, which didn't escape his notice. That's so cute, he thought. "That's a fitting name for you, indeed... Sylvaris... hehe." She smiled mysteriously, leaving him confused. Sylvaris didn't know that, in her mind, she was speaking to herself: My Sylvaris... I'm so happy I found him... She could feel his reassuring touch, his arms a fortress she could rely on.

She leaned in, resting her head against his chest, closing her eyes and inhaling his scent—slightly sour and pungent from all the action he'd been through, but to her, it was the smell of the man she loved. I'm so happy that I won't have to marry that jerk from my kingdom. She had almost forgotten about her fate, about the fact that she was never meant for Sylvaris. She was supposed to be the next empress, but the wealth and power never called to her—love did. And now, she had found her home. I belong only to this man and forever to him alone.

(Sniff, sniff) I can smell the cliché plot of Sylvaris having to rescue the maiden from being kidnapped by the evil emperor, right, author? Hehe... Smells like shit, I'm not even lying... please let me out of this place...

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Sylvaris held her head, gently brushing her hair with his strong hand, which made her almost drift off to sleep in his embrace. Time passed slowly for the two lovebirds as they decided to head west from there.

"Liraeth, do you want to travel with me to the great lake city—Velithar?" Sylvaris asked softly. That city was nestled beside the mythical Lake Elyra, said to house the spirit of the lake, a being so powerful that she forged all the water in the world, giving life to all living beings. When it came time for the spirit to find a home, she chose this lake and named it after her mother, the mysterious goddess of water, about whom little was known. Her daughter, however, was famous across the continent of Vaelterra.

"Yes, Sylvaris..." she replied, her voice soft as if her words were meant to reach the heavens themselves and melt the hearts of all gods and goddesses.

The city wasn't far from where they stood—perhaps a day or two on foot. It would be their first true bonding moment, their first journey together... An elf and her master—or lover? Or, well, something. Regardless, the two of them were about to face the challenges of couple life. If Sylvaris couldn't handle it, he would surely perish once he amassed all one hundred wives.

But at least for now, we can finally move forward with the story and begin exploring this amazing world. And why is the author suddenly so afraid of me? Not like I'll actually reach him and eat him up... or will I? Haha, see you all in the next Chapter!