HAREM STEALER: REBORN WITH THE GOD-TIER SHARING SYSTEMC369: Love
Chapter 369: Chapter 369: Love
Chapter 369 – Love
"Where... where is this?" Alice asked in slight wonder and puzzlement as she looked around the grave they found themselves in.
Not only her, everyone was wondering the same thing, their eyes settling on Noah... whose face was different, but all of them could tell it was him.
They became even more confused.
"First," Noah started, as Selene and Elira stood beside him and hugged him immediately without any care for the current situation, "can you please lower your beauty? Or at least change how others perceive you. Seal your power too," he asked gently, feeling the huge strain Earth was bearing under the presence of his wives.
The women obeyed, each of them feeling the strange, manaless atmosphere around them cracking under their mere existence.
They sealed their power and altered the perception of others, though none of them was willing to change their faces.
But there were some who didn't bother with that at all. Neko, for example, transformed herself into a black cat and nestled on Noah's left shoulder, licking his cheek lovingly, but with an obvious reproach.
Noah chuckled while caressing her soft black fur. "I'm sorry, my dear. I missed you too, you know?" he said softly.
Ester acted next, dissolving into shadows and merging with Noah's own, her voice whispering in his mind.
'I missed it, Noah. Your shadow feels so different now!' she said, a sense of belonging echoing in her tone.
'You're different too, Ester. I feel like... like a whole realm lies beneath me now, becoming my shadow.' He chuckled. 'Haven't we come a long way since those days in the Weaverheart estate?'
Ester laughed. 'Yes, so much that my mother is looking at you like a shy, lovesick girl meeting her lover after eons.' She teased, and Noah barely suppressed a laugh as his gaze fell on Sari, fidgeting shyly between Lilith and Dominique, who were clearly teasing her.
Shadeva stood beside them, smiling at the sight.
'Let it be between us, Ester. But your mother is a trap. She's acting! I swear, she's not as shy as people think!' Noah snitched shamelessly, only to feel two warm presences embrace him — one from behind, one from the front — before he could hear Ester's answer.
Yuki and Elizabeth.
"Why do you love acting alone?" Yuki said in a sulking tone. "Did you enjoy your life outside, going around with your siblings, meeting a red-skinned woman, enjoying yourself while leaving us behind?"
Ouch.
Touché.
Noah winced, feeling as if his heart were being shredded by a pointed blade. He looked directly at Elizabeth, who gave him a sly smile. "Oops," she said mockingly.
Noah immediately knew she was the one who snitched. He wondered how she could have known, considering he wasn't supposed to be seen, which only meant her Seer ability had improved exponentially.
He was proud.
And yet, because of her...
"Noah, I thought you were going to take me to cause destruction!" Anya said next, followed by Red. "Sigh, our husband only thinks of women and enjoyment without us."
Zara chuckled from the side as she watched all the women voicing their grievances to Noah. Even his maids had come out of their garden, blooming like lotus flowers while airing their own complaints about feeling ignored and deprived of warmth.
Sophie stood quietly near Zara. Like her, she wouldn't complain, but that didn't mean she didn't share the same emotions.
Only they knew how difficult it had been to be without him for so long.
Noah was being overwhelmed by all the voices blaming him from every side.
Selene, Emily, Justicia, Christelle, and Elira — the milfs — watched with amusement.
Noah looked at them with pleading eyes, silently begging for help, but they ignored him. Even Selene, usually soft for her baby, turned her head away.
He deserved it.
He shouldn't have left them for so long to wander the universe with his siblings. They should have been together. Hell, they were supposed to be together, always.
Noah understood their feelings. He knew he shouldn't have, but the urge to simply bond with his siblings and nothing else had been too strong.
But now he knew. He knew that only among his wives could he feel truly himself, with no filter. They knew every side of him. The dark, the funny, the sweet, the flawed, the lustful... and they accepted all of it without complaint.
Now thinking about it this way, 'I'm a dick, aren't I?' he mused wryly before spreading his arms wide.
"Go on!" he said, his tone high, voice melodramatic. "Curse this unworthy husband for failing you once again! I will take it all! I will bear it, let out everything in your chest and..."
His voice lowered, smooth and sweet. He smiled at them.
"...and let me make it up to you all by showing you this world. This world that's yours to dominate, yours to rule."
They paused instinctively at his last words, curious.
"What do you mean?" Aphasia asked, transforming into an earring spirit and attaching herself to Noah's ear.
Noah smiled. "What I mean is simple, my dear wives. My heart is composed of each of you...each of your beings. It would be dead and incomplete if even one of you were missing."
"And this world," he said, making a brushing motion with his hand, a gesture that seemed to encompass all of Earth and its stars, "this world will be my heart."
Dominique chuckled. "What's this madman of a husband saying again?"
Lilith laughed with her daughter. "Yuki named him Blasphemer, or did you forget?"
Each of them was surprised, not quite understanding. A world as a heart?
What was Noah saying again? Was that even possible?
But the sharpest among them thought of something else when Noah said this.
"Why this world, my child?" Selene asked, slowly caressing Noah's left cheek with tenderness enough to melt the moon above.
The others focused, wondering the same question.
Noah smiled faintly at them, a strained smile all of them recognized as his way of signaling something important. They immediately grew attentive.
But—
"Why not take a glance at this world first? Then we'll talk," he said, while Selene looked behind him out of curiosity, noticing the tombstone of Halima and the teardrop still glistening on the muddy ground.
She frowned, her eyes lowering to his knees, noticing the dirt stains. Raising her head again, she looked deep into his eyes and saw something none of them had.
A subtle, buried sadness deep within his now-black eyes.
Unease flooded her senses like a murderous ocean, eager to drown her in its endless depths.
Noah noticed her gaze, his heart skipping a beat at the thought that his mother might understand without him saying a word, something Elizabeth and Yuki, still clinging to him, felt sharply as well. But before they could speak...
Noah already did.
"You prefer I stop the world for you to enjoy or not? Tell me what you want, ladies. I listen and I obey. Today, I am your slave. Enjoy it."
He said the last words with a smirk, trying to brush off the weight pressing on him, the stress of confessing his past.
The women noticed his subtle act. But...
"Slave, you say?" Dominique smirked. "Then will you accept me to—!"
Sophie immediately clamped a hand over Dominique's mouth, muffling her words, and whispered, "Why can't you read the mood, you whore?"
Dominique squinted her eyes in amusement, her voice still echoing despite her covered mouth. "Do you want me to show you how much of a whore I am by licking your palm?"
Sophie instantly pulled away from her, glaring in disgust. "You'll die if you dare! Only Noah can lick me!"
"But I licked you, though?" Emily interjected with a mocking smile.
"You licked Noah's sperm off my skin!" Sophie retorted.
"Same thing," Dominique, Lilith, and Emily said in unison, shrugging.
"Why are these women always unserious?" Justicia wondered, her eyebrows arching.
"Isn't that what makes it fun?" Elira laughed.
Morgan, Leona, Katy, and Nephis watched the wives in amused admiration of their lewdness.
Noah only smiled, watching the chaos unfold among them. He had to admit once more...
'I'm a lucky bastard, aren't I?' he mused internally, smirking before clapping his hands loudly to draw their focus back.
"I love listening to you talk, I promise you, my lovely wives, but..."
He smiled, his voice soft yet commanding.
"A paused world for us to enjoy or do you want to mingle with mortals? Time's wasting, ladies."
The response was swift and unanimous, something quite rare among them, aside from when sex was involved.
"Let's enjoy among mortals and..."
Selene leaned closer to her son, cupping his face gently and pressing a soft kiss to his forehead.
"...and tell us what's bothering you, okay?"
She spoke gently, like a mother coaxing her son to talk after being bullied at school.
Noah smiled, a smile too bright for the hearts of the lovesick women around him.
"Anything for you, my ladies."
—End of Chapter 369—
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HAREM STEALER: REBORN WITH THE GOD-TIER SHARING SYSTEMC370: Wonderful
Chapter 370: Chapter 370: Wonderful
Chapter 370 – Wonderful
The event that followed was as joyous as any reunion between the Vaelgrim. They roamed the Earth freely, living as mortals, mingling with its people without the faintest hint of reservation.
They began in Paris, standing before the Eiffel Tower, admiring the towering marvel of human ambition. They took pictures together, laughter echoing through the air as each wife clung to Noah in their own way, while he grinned like a fool surrounded by the chaos he adored most.
Of course, Noah had his own ulterior motive, continuing his private collection of embarrassing family photos. He was giddy like a child planning mischief.
Dominique tripped while mocking Zara for staining her pristine white robe with ice cream. Zara's retort came sharp and merciless, and soon all the others joined in, laughing, teasing, and fighting in the way only those who truly loved each other could.
Selene watched it all with a soft, motherly smile, her blue eyes lingering on Emily and Elira, who were glued to an arcade machine, competing like overgrown children.
She sighed and shook her head at her sisters.
After the Eiffel Tower came the Louvre, a cathedral of art and arrogance. They observed the priceless jewels and ancient relics, treasures worth enough to change the fate of nations, yet left to gather dust in the name of history.
Noah was sorely tempted to stage a little heist, just to prove a point. But he restrained himself. He had faith his dear earthlings would one day do it for him.
Their journey continued — hopping from city to city, country to country — rediscovering one another, rebuilding the bonds that time apart had stretched but never broken.
They went to the cinema at Noah's insistence, watching an anime about a teary-eyed superhero who refused to give up. His wives found it surprisingly realistic for a child.
Later, they attended a football match. Noah didn't particularly like Paris Saint-Germain, but he admired Ousmane Dembélé, so he cheered for them with a grin.
Anya was weirdly fascinated, her black eyes glowing as she whispered about how cool it would be to kick explosive balls as an attack. She was already designing a new skill in her head.
Noah and the others exchanged weary smiles, deciding to let her dream in peace.
They didn't linger only in France. They crossed oceans...to the United States, to China, to South Korea.
The last one was Noah's favorite. It had been a dream of his when he was still Brandon, and now that he stood there, hand in hand with his wives, he felt something that almost made his chest ache...fulfillment.
Everywhere they went, they saw something unique, a pattern, a rhythm, a way of life.
The architecture, the languages, the scents, the way strangers treated one another, even how animals were regarded, everything shifted from place to place.
Each country carried its own pulse, its own colors, its own gods.
It was all so different.
So alive.
And for a moment, even the women, divine as they were, were humbled by the sheer, imperfect beauty of humanity's diversity.
It was laughable. Because powerful they might be, most of them had actually seen any other world besides Laeh. They only went to the Shadow Realm, and even then...it was to cause destruction, not to witness the wonder of the shadows.
So this experience was one they didn't know they needed. They laughed, they joked, they pulled stunts on each other, and even on Noah, not sparing him in the slightest.
He had dared to tell them he was their slave... and the girls, as petty as he was, didn't hold anything back.
People on the roads even looked at him in pity when he was made to hold all the clothing bags the women had after going shopping.
Noah was a divine, but that day he felt like a mortal in the midst of giving his last breath to the greed of women in shopping malls.
All of that took them barely three days to do.
But there are endings in life, and their little world tour finally came to one.
Now they found themselves at the peak of Mount Everest, where the air was almost nonexistent, making it impossible for any normal human to climb, and cold beyond understanding.
They sat there, amidst a sea of clouds, watching the world as gods on earth. Noah sat in the middle, the girls around him.
"This world is amazing," Zara commented, still feeling the rush of their travels and discoveries.
All of them nodded in agreement. "There are so many different things. Histories, cultures, races. All of them are human but so different," Red said. "I don't know why, but I feel like this is how a world is supposed to be."
"I can only agree," Shadeva chimed, leaning her back against Noah's, her head resting on his neck.
"I've learned a bit of this world's history along the way," Justicia started, smiling with awe, "quite complex and deep. I was amazed by the Roman Empire, but not only that, the lost civilization of Islam was mind-blowing. To think a faith that started with one person in a small tribe back in the Arabian Peninsula managed to become an empire encompassing so much land and power."
She shook her head, wondering how simple humans could achieve this. But...
"The power of faith is incredible, isn't it?" Elizabeth interjected.
"I was more interested in the Mongols, though..." Red added on the side.
"And we all know why," Aphasia said, rolling her eyes.
The other girls laughed as they continued recalling everything they had learned, what they liked, what they didn't.
Noah sat quietly in the middle, eyes closed, enjoying the chorus of his wives' voices like melodies sung by heaven to soothe his restless soul.
At that time, it might as well have been that.
He was simply happy to be there, just to listen to them. But not only that, he was also wondering how he should bring up the subject of his reincarnation.
Maybe that was why he didn't speak. For fear they might ask him to explain... for fear of what they would think once he did.
Noah was mostly worried about his mother, Selene Weaverheart.
No, worried was a small word. He was literally trembling inside. After all, no matter what he said... Noah had taken over the body of her legitimate son.
He was not her son. He was the one who pretended to be him. The love she showed him wasn't for him, but for the true Noah.
He was an imposter.
He was a liar.
And now he had to confess and bear the consequences of his actions. He hadn't done it on purpose, but Noah knew that even if he'd had the chance to choose, he would've done the same.
His worry didn't escape his wives. Slowly, they fell silent and turned their heads toward him. Their eyes were soft and gentle, a silent attempt to soothe him.
Well, that didn't work. It made him feel worse.
But he had to talk, and talk he did.
"Well," he started, a wry smile edging his lips, "how was this world?" he asked, looking ahead of him into the drifting sea of clouds.
"Wonderful."
"I liked it."
"Worthy of your attention, husband."
They all answered warmly about Earth. Of course, it wasn't as if they hadn't noticed the corruption and ugliness of the world. They had. But is there anything in life without a little strand of darkness creeping at its edge?
There wasn't.
Nothing is perfect. And whenever there is light, there is inevitably darkness.
And that's what made it real. And that's what made them like it, somehow.
By answering his question, another one sparked in their minds, and it was Neko who asked it, perched on his head,
"How do you know about this world, Earth, Noah?"
All of them focused on him, while he smiled inwardly.
This was the question he wanted them to ask, because with that...
"Would you believe me if I told you I've known this world long before I knew any of you?" he said, making the women frown in confusion.
But he wasn't done yet.
"Would you believe me if I told you that once, I was just like any of the earthlings you saw today?"
They took a moment to absorb his words. And once it clicked in their minds, their faces slowly twisted into shock, eyes widening, mouths parting in trepidation.
But Noah was no better. His heart was in his throat, but he needed to finish...
He needed to let go.
And so...
"Would you believe me..." he said, voice shaking, "...that I am a reincarnated soul from this world?"
BADUM—!
—End of Chapter 370—
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HAREM STEALER: REBORN WITH THE GOD-TIER SHARING SYSTEMC371: Noah
Chapter 371: Chapter 371: Noah
Chapter 371 – Noah
Did the world stop?
Noah couldn't help but wonder as he felt the sudden stillness that permeated the entire world, causing a chill to crawl inside his heart, fear blooming in a way Noah didn't know how to feel any longer.
The women around him were stunned beyond measure, beyond recognition. All of them had their eyes wide in silent surprise, unable to put words to what they were feeling.
Yet, none of their reactions were as intense as those who had known Noah since he was a toddler. Selene, Ester, Neko, Sari, and even Luminara, the frost beast always dwelling inside Selene.
To put words to their current expression and feelings would be sacrilege, for no words could ever describe the emotion pulsing through their bodies like poison.
Noah...? Their Noah... was what? A possessed soul from this world?
"W-What do you mean, Noah?" Ester's voice trembled like a leaf caught between crashing winds, unable to remain as strong and lively as usual.
Selene couldn't speak. Her mind seemed to have stopped functioning, her brain's neurons working overtime to find meaning in the shock freezing her thoughts.
Noah bit the inside of his lip tightly, doing his best not to fold at that moment. It was hard, as the eyes his women gave him were ones he never thought he'd ever receive from them.
They were looking at him as if seeing a stranger for the first time. As if it was their first meeting. A feeling of alienation lingered in their eyes, quiet yet piercing.
Oh... how painful it was, to see such a look on the faces of those you cherished most.
But he only smiled, a forlorn expression plastered on his face, as he answered Ester's question.
"I-I..." he stuttered, his voice dry as drought-stricken soil. The women grew even more alarmed, for Noah had never stuttered before them.
Eventually, he gathered himself, steadying his trembling voice.
"I... I am not originally Noah Weaverheart," he said, and like a bomb, the minds of his wives detonated in thunderous disbelief.
Selene staggered backward from where she sat, unconsciously creating distance between them. Her peaceful, motherly blue eyes began to shimmer, wide in unspoken horror.
Noah lost his voice at the sight. For a brief moment, his mind froze in grief.
But he pulled himself back and decided to end it.
He would spill everything and let them decide. He wanted to end this agony shredding his soul apart by confessing and emptying his heart.
"My original name is Brandon... Brandon Imane. I was a simple earthling, living an ordinary life in Paris..."
And so he went on, telling his wives about his life as Brandon. He wanted to be transparent with them, so he spilled everything. He told them how his mother came to France and gave birth to him. How she lived and sacrificed for him. And how she eventually died after he grew old enough to take care of himself.
To say the women were shocked would be the understatement of the century.
But even then, among them were those who somehow understood, who were not as shaken.
Justicia and Shadeva.
The two were surprised to know Noah had lived another life as Brandon before coming to Laeh, but they were old enough, wise enough, to know that reincarnation was not, in fact, uncommon in the vast universe.
The Old Ones had done the same, reincarnating through their bloodlines to expand their legacy further.
And there were others who, after the initial shock, didn't care much in the end like Red, Anya, Aphasia, and the maids among the rest.
They had never known the original Noah. To them, Noah had always been Noah.
And yet, not caring didn't mean they couldn't understand those who cared more deeply.
Selene, Neko, Ester, Sari, Sophie, and Luminara... these were the ones who felt the greatest shock and were still struggling to grasp their emotions the more Noah went on.
Finally, Noah told them about his death on the beach after being dumped by the woman he loved, and how he found himself waking up in a whole different body, in Laeh, within the Weaverheart estate.
He didn't mention Providence, only calling it a phenomenon he still couldn't understand.
Once he was done, silence fell. His heart was beating so loudly he thought it might fail him. And he almost wished it would, at least then he wouldn't have to see his mother's face.
She was staring at him blankly, no emotion showing, her expression a fragile shell barely holding back the storm beneath.
It looked as if she felt too many emotions at once, so many that they had numbed her completely.
The surrounding space turned eerily silent. So silent that even the soft whistling of the wind could be heard whispering past their ears.
"W-When...?" Neko asked, shocked but slowly regaining control. Her voice wasn't judging...it was searching, trying to understand.
"I think..." Noah started, "two days or so before my awakening."
That was when everything clicked in their minds.
They began to remember how Noah had suddenly changed, how he acted in ways they never expected from him.
He became gentler, more understanding with others, and suddenly willing to show affection to his mother.
Ah...
"Where is my son?" Selene asked, almost brokenly. Her voice was mechanical, hollow, as if detached from her own being.
Instantly, all the other women fell silent, feeling the crushing grief hidden behind Selene's question.
Noah's body trembled.
"Where is my son?" Selene repeated, louder now. "Where is my son?"
"I... I am your son, Mother," Noah said, taking a hesitant step forward, trying to hug her.
She pushed his arms away with enough strength to destroy a building. Noah staggered backward under the unexpected force.
When he raised his head, he froze.
Selene was crying.
Tears streamed down her cheeks faster than a torrent, heavier than anything Noah had ever seen. She almost choked on her breath, her lungs unable to keep up with the breaking rhythm of her heart.
The girls felt as if their own hearts were being pierced. Unconsciously, seeing Selene cry made their eyes shimmer with unshed tears, their chests heavy with unspoken misery.
Selene was the mother of the harem. She was the one who kept everything together, the anchor who made women with vastly different pasts and temperaments blend seamlessly into a family.
She was Noah's mother, and without needing to say it, she held the highest authority among them. It was unspoken, but known.
And yet, Selene had never used that authority for herself. She always preferred to talk with them, invite them for tea she brewed with her own hands, and tell stories about Noah when he was younger and more rebellious.
She was The Mother.
The heart of them all. The most respected.
So seeing her like this, broken, asking again and again where her son was despite him standing right in front of her...
It shattered something inside the other girls. Some lowered their heads, afraid to look upon that face. Zara controlled her emotions, numbing herself, but even her power couldn't erase the pain of that moment.
Noah might have felt worse than all of them combined. His mind was still reeling from the fact that his mother had refused his touch.
Did it ever happen before?
It never had.
Selene had always been there for her son, never holding anything back. From the beginning, Noah was her world, her heart, her obsession. Even in the original book, she had died after going out to kill those responsible for her son's death.
So when she realized that the one receiving her feelings and love all along was an unknown being — one with his own mother — and that her true son was...
...where? Dead?
Selene seemed to lose her mind at that moment. But once again, Noah approached her, and this time he managed to hug her, albeit forcefully.
Selene tried to struggle out of his embrace, but she was far weaker than Noah now. She couldn't do anything to him unless he allowed it.
And Noah did.
He let her hurt him. He let her tear open his skin with her nails, his pristine white blood gushing from his body in a cascade, spraying the girls beside them who watched in shock. She clawed at his back, then went on to scratch his face and slap him, all while shouting the question that hurt Noah more than any wound she inflicted.
"WHERE IS MY SON?!"
She screamed it again and again, and the whole world seemed to shake at her voice. The earthlings below thought an earthquake was happening all around the globe.
The girls bit their lips at the sight, their mouths open in a soundless scream. They wanted to yell at Selene to stop, to stop hurting Noah, that he was still the one who loved them, the one who had made them who they were, the one who had taken care of them.
He was the one who made Sophie an empress.
Who saved Elizabeth from enslavement by beings still unknown.
Who saved Emily from Rome and gave her peace.
Who gave Zara closure with her father and mother.
Who helped Aphasia reunite seamlessly with her sister.
Who freed Shadeva and accepted her demand by sparing her siblings.
He was the one who punished the woman who had raped Sari, by putting her in an eternal torture.
He was the man who conquered an entire realm — a realm that all beings in the universe would die to possess — and still gifted it to his wife, his shadow, who had been with him since the beginning.
He was the one.
He might not have been the original Noah, but to them, he was Noah.
He was the man they loved. The man they were ready to die for, if necessary.
All of them knew that, even Selene knew.
But at that moment, the pain of revelation was too great for her to acknowledge it.
She needed to vent. She needed to let go.
And Noah accepted that. So he closed his eyes, gently caressing her back, tears falling down his cheeks as Selene continued tearing his body apart, until his pristine white bones were visible for the world to see.
The women gasped in horror.
Elizabeth took a step forward to stop Selene, only for Sophie to grab her trembling hand, herself shaking. She shook her head, silently telling her not to.
They were all suffering, but they needed to accept Selene's pain.
So they sat there, silent, waiting in agony.
Eventually, Selene stopped screaming and hurting Noah. She sat limply in his arms, drained emotionally, physically.
By now, the entire Mount Everest was bathed in Noah's pristine white blood.
It was a wonder he was still alive after losing so much of it.
All around the world, people were witnessing the scene in astonishment, wondering if it was the end of time.
Noah slowly parted his lips, his voice hoarse with pain. Not the physical kind, but one that came from deeper, from the soul itself.
"I am your son," he said indignantly, unwilling to accept anything else.
"You loved me. I loved you. You protected me and gave me everything I could ever ask for, even what I couldn't think to ask. You made me feel the maternal love I'd been missing in my final years in Paris, closing the gaping void of loneliness inside my heart."
"I know I've taken your son's place. I know that I'm wrong — a hypocrite, or whatever wretched name you want to give me — for even being here, for daring to ask for your love..."
Selene began to tremble.
"I know all of that, but..."
His voice grew weak, almost a whisper, afraid and broken.
"It was me, Mother... it was me all along since the awakening. It was me..." he whispered, his voice cracking, "It... it was me... your son."
Selene's tears didn't stop. Memories began to flood her mind, the day Noah came and hugged her, the day she thought her son had changed for the better. But no... it had been someone else.
And yet, since that day, her life had been nothing but fulfilled. Watching her son grow, becoming stronger, wiser, more loving than she had ever dared to hope.
She knew. She knew Noah loved her. She knew he loved each of them.
But she couldn't help but wonder...
Would her original son have been like him?
Would he have loved her the same way this man did?
Selene didn't know why, but she already knew her answer.
She slowly raised her head and looked around. She saw the girls — her sisters — watching with faces filled with sorrow.
Then she lowered her eyes and saw Noah's back, torn and bloodied, and her heart clenched as if someone were crushing it in their palm, ready to burst it open.
She gasped soundlessly.
And she knew, at that moment, that it was already too late to wonder about any of that.
She knew that they had gone too far to turn back because of such things.
She knew, deep down, that she loved the man Noah had become, more than she ever thought she could.
And she knew then...
'This is your son,' Selene, Luminara said within her mind. 'He is Noah. He is the man we all came to love. He is the man who brought us together, who made us love each other. He is the glue that kept us from falling apart.'
'You know that, right?'
Oh, she knew. She goddamn knew.
Because even while anguish was shredding her being, there wasn't a single ounce of hatred for Noah.
Only love.
There was only denial and pain...the pain of knowing she couldn't love her real son the same way she loved Noah.
And that she didn't believe she could ever love anyone more than she loved the man now holding her tight, letting her break the body he had so painstakingly forged.
He let her spill his divine blood — the blood of a Progenitor — for all the world to see.
No Progenitor would ever allow that to happen. None.
And at that moment...
Selene's tears flowed faster. And as if they all felt it...
All the women blurred into motion, appearing around them, wrapping them both in a tight embrace, whispering again and again and again to the crying Noah and Selene that it was okay.
And that they loved him. Him, and no one else.
That for them, he was Noah, the man who loved them, who protected them.
And that he was also...
"Yes..." Selene said brokenly, hugging Noah back, "you are my son..."
Noah's tears fell faster.
"You are my son, Noah."
And they wept. They wept together like the family they had become.
That revelation had stunned them, had even made them doubt.
But in the end, the awareness of a simple truth shone through their minds like sunlight warming the whole planet above them.
That day, on the top of Mount Everest...
The girls had never been so certain, so absolute in their belief of...
"We love you, Noah."
...they loved him more than he ever thought.
More than he deserved.
—End of Chapter 371—
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Chapter 372: Chapter 372: Je t'aime
Chapter 372 – Je t'aime
Many times, Noah had wondered what he would have become if he hadn't met his wives and learned who they truly were.
And many times, he had believed that he simply wouldn't have been strong enough, that he would have remained a simple man unworthy of owning a whole world under his name.
And that would be true.
But also... that would be wrong.
At that time, on the top of Mount Everest, Noah realized he had far too deeply underestimated the influence his wives had on him.
He couldn't believe he was shaking like a man trapped in the depths of Antarctica, afraid of their judgment and abandonment once they discovered who he truly was.
He couldn't believe he had let his blood spill...blood capable of birthing beings that could destroy this world a billion times over with a single disdainful snort.
He couldn't believe he was crying like a homeless, parentless child while being embraced by his wives from all sides, their whispers of love and concern echoing deep inside his mind.
Honestly, he had never thought this deeply about his relationship with his wives. But now he knew that what they had given him was not merely the power to be an anomaly to the very concept of reality...
No.
His wives had given him purpose. His wives had given him meaning. His wives had given him the courage and the boldness to be Noah Vaelgrim.
They had made him. And each of them was a part of him in the same way DNA formed the foundation of a being's existence.
He remembered now why he had created the race of Elysiari in the first place...it was to create a safe haven for his family. To give them the ability to grow with him, so they could stand beside him, shoulder to shoulder, when he reached the very ceiling of existence.
He didn't need followers.
He had enough of those already in Laeh, and soon on Earth, and across the entire universe.
What he needed were companions.
What he needed were beings who would stand beside him when nothing else in existence could threaten them.
And tell me...have you ever seen a better companion for a man striving to ascend, to improve, to climb higher, than a good woman willing to take his hand and show him she believes in him?
Noah had several of those women.
So, at the end of the day...
Noah was made of love.
He was a being of love, and had been, ever since he was Brandon.
His mother, Maryam, had accepted his birth for the love of a child she hadn't even wanted to have. She gave him everything to grow healthy, all because of that love.
In Laeh, as Noah, he received the heavy and obsessive love of Selene Weaverheart, his mother, and it made him bolder in his dealings.
After all, who dared touch the spoiled boy of the Witch of Cold?
And continuing from there, slowly and steadily, women began to love him, and with each love, he grew stronger, and with each love, he became more complete.
Noah smiled, his tears still falling as realization finally dawned upon him. He didn't say any grand words, nor even a profound quote at that moment.
He simply hugged his mother Selene tighter, and embraced his other wives with his power, so deeply that it looked as if all of them were fusing together.
He parted his lips and whispered the words all of them had heard from him countless times.
And yet, at that moment...
"I love you, my ladies."
...those words felt impossibly heavy.
They could feel it deep inside them, that this time, the words came from the very core of his soul, and that he had never spoken anything more honest to his heart than this.
They smiled contentedly, faces smeared with tears and even snot as they snuggled closer together, seeking each other's warmth.
But soon...
"You're too close to me, Yuki. Move," Elizabeth snarled softly, glaring at her.
"I'm trying to be close to Noah, not to you. You should move elsewhere," Yuki retorted.
That was only the beginning, as the girls started to squirm and curse at each other for blocking their chance to scent Noah's warmth.
Noah only smiled... until he heard a distinct click. His expression froze as if carved in ice. He slowly raised his head, and there it was, the gloating face of Luminara in her cat form, holding a camera, grinning at him as if she had just caught him red-handed.
"I got you, little crybaby," she teased, her feline face insufferably cute.
Noah's face stayed frozen in confusion, then dread crawled up it, before annoyance and indignation pulsed through his blood. He immediately tried to get up and catch Luminara...
Only to not move a single centimeter.
He froze.
He slowly lowered his head and saw his mother Selene's tear-streaked face, her expression still wet with emotion but now carrying a playful light.
"You made your mother and all of us cry. And you hid this secret for so long... you can at least allow us this right, can't you?"
Her voice was too sweet, too pitiful, her face an act of innocent guilt. The girls mirrored her completely, whining in unison while laughing inwardly at Noah's plight.
The man stood there, arm reaching toward Luminara in useless agony. He clenched his jaw, imagining the embarrassing face he must have made, and looked at all of them.
"If you dare show that picture," he said darkly, "I'll show what I've got in my collection. I assure you, you wouldn't love that."
Instantly, they fell silent.
Then...
"I knew it..."
"Damn it! I told you, Ester, but you didn't believe me."
"What the?? Why are you blaming me now!?"
Noah grinned, his back and face slowly healing. His spilled blood began to flow back into his body, and then...
CLICK—!
He snapped his fingers, and the entire timeline of Earth reversed, stopping right before the moment Noah confessed.
Only the Vaelgrims, and three other beings who were already growing annoyed with Noah's antics, were allowed to remember everything.
Selene smiled softly.
"Seems we need to talk."
...
"Now, who dared to dump you?" Selene asked softly, with Noah's head resting on her lap. She smiled peacefully, her fingers gliding through his soft, foreign black hair, inwardly surprised by how quickly she had accepted Noah as both her son and the man she loved.
Not only her, all of them were surprised by how easily they had accepted the fact that Noah was simply an earthling who had reincarnated and transmigrated into their world.
But it wasn't only that. Some of them were wondering since when they had come to love this man so deeply.
Justicia asked herself the same question... how could she love so profoundly the man who had killed her past lover?
Christelle too, questioned whether she was sane to love the murderer of her son.
A love so deep she would die for him without hesitation.
There was no manipulation. No brainwashing. It was pure, unfiltered love for a man who had done cruel things to them...things they once thought they could never forgive.
Was that love?
No.
It was far beyond that concept. But that was the thing, if what they felt toward Noah, and what Noah felt toward them, was no longer love...
...then what was it?
All of them wondered, but their thoughts were interrupted when Noah finally answered his mother.
"Well, Mother, you've heard my stories," he said, voice calm, "and you've seen this world, so you can probably guess it wasn't surprising that she left me."
He shrugged lightly.
"I was poor. And no matter how fantastic love sounds, it's not what puts food on your table, or clothes to warm you in winter, or vacations to ease your mind when life throws its tantrums."
The women nodded in understanding, agreeing with him. And yet...
"Still," Elizabeth started, caressing Noah's cheek lovingly, "I don't like the fact she dumped you."
"It was before I became who I am now," Noah replied with a small teasing smile. "Do you really think you'd have stayed with me when I was just the poor, dreamless Brandon?"
"I would!" all of them said in unison, completely confident.
Noah only smiled. It wasn't that he didn't believe them, but it was always easy to say such things when you'd never lived that moment.
Still, hearing them say it warmed his heart.
"Did you already meet her?" Anya asked next, tilting her head.
Lilith chuckled. "Why? Do you want to make her head a football for what she did?"
Anya smirked. "You know me too well, Lilith."
The others rolled their eyes. Red cackled, giving Anya an earthshaking tap on the back that made the latter glare at her with the promise of vengeance.
"I met her," Noah said, nodding. "I made peace with her too. And also..."
He raised his hand, and two pictures appeared between his fingers.
A soft smile curved his lips. "She seems really sorry for what she did. She even went as far as visiting my mother's grave in Morocco, even though she still lives in Paris."
The women raised their eyebrows, then murmured in acknowledgment of her effort. Yet as Noah spoke, their eyes drifted teasingly toward Selene's twitching expression.
She was clearly struggling to maintain her calm, motherly smile.
Elira grinned. "I guess I'm the only one without any rival now. I'm his only master." She laughed openly. "Now even you, Selene, have a rival. Another mother."
She snickered shamelessly.
Selene's composure cracked. She grabbed Noah's hair a bit too tightly, making him wince.
"M-Mother, maybe you should... loosen your grip a little?" he said awkwardly.
Selene only looked down at him, her smile strained but eerily calm, before she spoke, her tone too soft to be safe.
"Maybe we should make some things clear, don't you think..."
Her blue eyes shifting into something cold and lifeless.
"...my son?"
'Goddamn it!!'
—End of Chapter 372—
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Chapter 373: Chapter 373: Two mothers
Chapter 373 – Two mothers
How do you deal with two mothers?
Now that was something Noah would have rather left unsaid, or at least not addressed until the tension of this event became nothing but wistful memories for either of them, something they would recall only when they were about to rule reality together.
That would have been perfect. Or rather, it would have been way easier for him to find a way out of this situation.
But that was clearly not something he could even envision, as he looked at the way his mother was staring at him. She was looking at him exactly as she did when a woman got too close to him or when someone dared to annoy him.
'Being at the receiving end of this doesn't feel so nice,' Noah admitted inwardly, steeling himself for the upcoming conversation.
"I don't need to guess to know that you're planning to revive her," Selene said softly, her voice still carrying that chilling coldness. "But before we talk about that whole process, I need you to answer one question first."
She raised a slender finger, its sharp blue nail glimmering under the smile of the sun.
Noah was still lying on her lap. He wanted to get up, but he knew better than to try that now.
The women around him were watching with obvious amusement. It was so rare to see Noah flustered or uncertain but lately, they had been blessed with plenty of such moments.
They had seen Noah awkward. They had seen Noah cry. They had seen him uncomfortable.
They knew they had to enjoy this, because moments like these only came once every few years with him.
Noah could sense their mockery, but he only tightened his jaw, already thinking of several possible ways to punish his wives later.
And weirdly — or maybe not — all the ways he was thinking of were things he fully intended to indulge himself in.
For now, though...
"I'm listening, Mother," he said evenly. "What do you wish to know?"
Selene didn't hesitate.
"Who is your first mother?" she asked, her voice tinged with obvious jealousy, her lips pressed into a thin line. "And how will you call us if you revive her?"
"Clearly, you don't intend to call both of us Mother, right?"
Noah expected this question, but expecting it didn't mean he knew how to answer without hurting either Selene's feelings or, later, Maryam's.
The two of them were both his mothers. They came from different lives and timelines, but that didn't change the fact that both had birthed him and cared for him in their own ways.
Now, Noah needed to think carefully.
And as if understanding his will, Providence acted, making time flow unbelievably faster for him than for those around him. A year for him became a second for the others.
Noah smiled appreciatively at her, giving a subtle inward wink before refocusing his thoughts.
Now...
'How to call them?'
'Mother One and Mother Two? No. That would only create differences and barriers between them. That would be the stupidest thing to do.'
His thoughts sharpened.
'If not those, then what?' he mused. 'The most logical thing would be to discard the term "Mother" entirely...' He paused, then shook his head.
'No. I know Selene, she wouldn't like me discarding that name from my vocabulary.'
His mind boiled, possibilities swirling until finally, something began to solidify.
A solution.
A way to name them both.
Mother Maryam and Mother Selene were good enough.
But Noah was an extravagant man, he liked to go beyond what was necessary.
And since he held power over titles, of course he would fancy the idea of giving them names.
Names tied not just to him, but to the nature of motherhood itself.
Not like Shadeva's title, these two would be his mothers, not anyone else's.
And that's why...
"Maybe, Mother," Noah said with a faint smile, "you would allow me to name you."
"It will be a name both unique and similar, one that Mother Maryam will also receive, if she wishes for it."
Selene and the girls tilted their heads.
"Meaning?" Elira asked, voicing the question all of them were thinking.
Noah rolled his eyes subtly, too lazy to explain in full but still indulging them.
"The title will share the same concept, Mother of Noah. But the attributes will differ, since each of you raised me differently... and gave me different things."
Explained like that, Selene immediately got excited for some reason. Her curiosity bloomed, and she seemed to forget all her past grievances in an instant.
She grabbed Noah by the shoulders and flung him upward before pulling him close, forcing him to meet her gaze directly. Her precious, once-cold and lifeless blue eyes were now warm and gleaming with the same dangerous excitement she always showed whenever she knew Noah would soon shower her with his white milk.
"I'm listening!" she said brightly, her voice carrying the shrill eagerness of a young maiden.
The others approached too, curious about what title Selene would receive. They weren't jealous in the slightest. What they cared for was Noah's love and attention, and they knew they had both.
And still, Selene deserved this much, they believed.
Noah calmed his mother with a gentle smile, then parted his lips.
"I've thought of many titles," he began, "but I think I'll settle with this one."
Selene had been a special mother to him. She had given him the foundation to grow strong, protecting him and making sure he always had the opportunity to rise further.
And beyond that, her obsessive love for him was her most defining attribute.
And so...
"You have many characteristics," Noah said softly, eyes locked with hers, "but let me choose the most defining ones. Obsessive. Loving. Protective. Compassionate."
And for all those traits...
"...your name shall be..."
Earth itself paused once again.
In that instant, Noah thought he heard the furious curses of three beings calling him every imaginable name.
Rather accurate thought...yet...
He shrugged it off, thinking it might just be his imagination.
He continued calmly,
"Mother of Chains."
As if his words carried divine power, ethereal chains tore open reality itself, slithering out from the cracks of existence and wrapping around Selene in a protective embrace.
Selene stood still, eyes wide. She could feel those chains seeping deep inside her, weaving through her soul, coiling around her entire being.
And at that moment, she understood the meaning behind the name Noah had given her.
He had seen her clearly, recognized the core of her nature better than anyone else. Her obsessive heart that forged chains not out of control, but out of love and fear of loss.
To be chained by her was to be loved by her eternally...to be guarded, to be chosen, to be worth dying for.
Her chains were heavy... but it was precisely that heaviness that had saved Noah time and time again.
And that's exactly why...
"How do you like—!"
Noah didn't even finish before Selene's chains pierced straight into his body, burrowing deeper until they reached a place he never thought she could touch.
His soul.
There, her chains of love wrapped around his very essence, then melted into countless butterflies of light, flooding his inner world.
The result was immediate.
Selene's face softened into a radiant, almost maddening smile, her eyes brimming with love and an even greater obsession than Noah remembered she was capable of.
He could feel it through the tether now binding them, her voice vibrating through his very core.
"I will die if you die," Selene whispered, wrapping her hands around his neck and leaning closer, her lips brushing his until their breaths mingled, warm and trembling.
She closed her eyes, her forehead pressed against his. "Don't forget, my baby... my love."
The girls watched in rapt silence, the sudden closeness awakening something they had tried hard to suppress during their stay on Earth.
"Do not die," Selene murmured, shameless and tender, "for doing so would kill your favorite mother."
Noah's smile turned wry. "Then why didn't you make it the other way around?"
Selene's smile didn't waver. "No mother would wish her son to follow her to the grave. So I wouldn't wish that for you either, my dear baby, you have many responsibilities upon you."
"I cannot take you with me," she smirked, "but you can take me with you."
Noah smiled faintly, love swelling inside him. "I will make sure that will never happen," he promised, and then...
"It's all really beautiful, I'm even crying, believe me. But I think it's time we address an important matter," Alice said, hugging Noah from behind.
Lilith approached with sinful steps, her hips swaying, making her ass jiggle, her smile wide. "Indeed," she said, crouching down at the thigh of Noah, showing him and the rest clearly her pink panties where her pussy was clearly visible, dripping with slick liquid.
"You have business with us, my master," she slurred, her voice thick with lust.
"You have wasted enough of our time. Our patience is limited, now come..." Dominique whispered.
"...how about you stop this world's time? Let all beings in this former world of yours stay paused while you..." Elizabeth continued.
"...fuck women their minds would never fathom?" Ester added.
And Justicia came, slowly touching his dick. Selene grinned as she bit Noah's lips sensually.
"Are you ready?" Aphasia said. "We are hungry," she finished.
Noah only smirked.
"Hungry?" He chuckled. "Ladies... I am not hungry."
"I am starving."
—End of Chapter 373—
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Chapter 374: Chapter 374: Forgotten (R18)
Chapter 3 – Forgotten (R18)
They had forgotten, they blissfully realized.
They had forgotten how insatiable and lustful Noah could be when he was in a mood. But most importantly of all, they didn't realize how much pent-up desire had been festering inside their own bodies.
That day, Noah once again paused the timeline of Earth. Added to that, he raised a barrier atop Mount Everest, ensuring that not even his siblings, Virgo, or Evadam could witness what was about to unfold.
It was not a matter of shame.
It was a matter of Noah being willing to kill or erase the memories of anyone who dared lay eyes upon the naked bodies of his wives.
His wives were his to admire.
And his to taste.
And so they began.
Selene claimed Noah's mouth without hesitation, kissing him hard, sucking on his lips, her eyes clouded with lust. The wet sounds echoed through the room, stoking the desire of every woman around them.
Justicia was already on Noah's dick, now revealed for the world to see, with thick veins slithering on it like a nest of snakes. Her eyes hazed in lust, her pussy wet and slick with her pussy juice, her mind already too far gone in the cloud of pleasure.
She streched her mouth wide open, then with a sudden burst of momentum she plunged down her throat around Noah's dick until all of it disappeared inside her mouth.
She swallowed it mercilessly.
"Oaaah!!!..." Noah moaned inside Selene's mouth, eyes hazy, the latter spit inside his mouth with a wicked and depraved grin.
Justicia, meanwhile, had her throat bulged, the shape of Noah's dick visible through the skin of her neck, her eyes teared up and rolled behind her skull, her body spasmed as the scent and taste of Noah assulted her mind accompanied by the sharp pain burning her throat.
She came.
Lilith already took Noah's right hand and used it to rub her pussy with it, smearing it with her pussy liquid, her mouth wide open as she uttered again and again how much she missed her master and her dick.
All of them were surrounding Noah like predators, using any part of his body to jolt themselves with unholy feeling.
Their eyes became heart shaped.
Ester and Dominque was kissing and licking his back. Elira was kising Noah's left hand then used it to penetrate her ass, her tongue out, her body arched, as her eyes went backward in primal desire.
Alice joined Justicia in sucking Noah's dick, while Neko took his balls and licked them as if facing ice cream.
She was obsessed.
Aphasia was on his right side of his chest, sucking his nipple with fervent desire, using her power of spirit to enhance his sensitivity, with Anya doing the left side, her small cute body oddly sinful.
Each one of them was taking their turns to enjoy themselves. And soon, things escalated.
Unable to wait any longer, Elizabeth took the matter in her hand and sat directly on Noah's dick.
A collective moan of pleasure escaped the bound of their mouths. She bite her lip, her head flung backward, tongue out in sensual fashion, while she continued to go up and down, bouncing on his dick as if it was trampoline, the sound of flesh hitting flesh sharp and loud.
Selene left his mouth, crawled, then sat on his face. She hold his hair and order him with obsessive intensity to lick his mother's pussy. She didn't stop at that, as she rubbed her ass on his face, her eyes dilating with lust.
She was drolling.
Sari stood aside, watching this passionate scene with growing excitement. Her clothes were still on, but her hand was already on her pussy, working tirelessly.
Emily and Christelle appeared around her then smirked, "Would you prefer your first time alone with him?" Christelle said, naked, her pussy dripping, her voice hoarse.
"We will all allow you that, if you wish so." Emily said next, her mouth drolling, her eyes fixed on Sophie crawling toward Noah, her ass facing them, her pink pussy glowing with a wet shine.
Sari didn't respond immediately, though her hand was still working hard. Then she smiled,
"I don't mind," she said, barely holding her voice steady admist the lustful atmosphere, "I think this is better for me. You watching, and seeing me being claimed by my love."
"You will give me then the courage to lot fold and hide behind fear and trauma." She added, voice sweet.
Emily and Christelle smiled at her words, then in unison each of them held each one of Sari's hands then dragged her towards Noah.
The events that followed were one of pure degeneracy.
Noah took Sari, giving her his finest attention even admist the others, he officially claimed her by painting her inside and her body white, thus he became a Vaelgrim.
He fucked all of them next, using all kind of positions they felt the most excited about. He fucked Sophie while Emily was watching, something that seemed to excite both of them noticing how much theirs pussies tightened around his dick.
He growled, lust consuming his whole mind and body and soul.
Then he put Ester and Sari on top of each other, asses facing him, going in and out of their white dripping pussy in succession, while he put his fingers on Aphasia and Morgan.
He painted all of them white, and they continued for so long all of them were exhausted, their bodies limps as they fell to the ground.
The air was thick with semen, their bodies smeared by the white of Noah and the pussies juices of each other. Their tongues were out, eyes hazy.
Some of them were still on top of each other, their ass streched wide until it looked like a gaping maw of some unknown creature.
Dominique and Elira especially have their asses able to accommodate a while hand inside no problem or whatsoever.
Sari was on Ester, her tongue licking instinctively Noah's cum on her daughter's body with her own twitching holes leaking white.
Noah stood there, eyes visibly tired, seeing mother, daughter, sister, former goddess, former enemies, past whores...all of them together bathed in his thick white semen, their asses and pussies sollen and puffy and red and streched wide open with his dick, while they snuggled together with their naked bodies, their face wide with blissful smile.
He smiled at this sight, and felt someone move at his right side. He turned slowly and found Leona, face white, smiling at him.
"I missed you, master." She said, then with a kiss on his lips, "Please use us more. We are your maids. We are yours." She added then rested her head on his left shoulder.
Selene watched this with a soft smile, then wordless, she started to kiss her baby whole body riddled with his own cum and the pussy juices of her own sisters.
Noah's lips curved upwards, he looked at the sky, and for the nth time in this trip...
'...I am a lucky bastard, aren't I?'
...
The sex sessions were great as they helped dissolve any lingering feelings of awkwardness or even loneliness from the hearts of the women.
With that, they released their pent-up desire, which made them instantly happier and somehow even closer.
There was something unique in seeing your mother's, sister's, or daughter's face covered in the remnants of pleasure — tears, sweat, or breathless bliss — and still shining with ecstasy.
It helped bridge their relationships, making their sisterly bond feel more real and stronger.
Now, Noah and the women were ready to wrap this up. And with that came the question all of them asked:
"What about her?" Red asked, resting her head on Noah's lap. For a battle-hungry woman, she was surprisingly gentle with Noah.
"Her?" Noah echoed.
"The girl who dumped you," she clarified.
"Yes," Alice added. "What will you do with her? Will you just leave her alone and let other men claim her?"
Noah arched an eyebrow. "Why are you talking as if I own her?"
"Don't you?" Anya asked sweetly.
Noah's lips twitched. "Of course not."
"I thought you considered every girl you once held romantic feelings for yours," Zara interjected, smiling.
"Why does it sound like you want me to get her?" he asked, puzzled. It wasn't that he didn't want to, but rather... why they wanted him to.
Weren't these the same women who once wished him to be theirs alone?
Who had twisted his beautiful Yanderes into something this tame?
"She kissed you," Elira said. "You kissed her. She loved you. And you loved her."
"She made a mistake, and she repented for it. Now," Justicia said, "her redemption arc is done, now let's do her ascension arc."
"Can't you understand?" Shadeva said next, smirking. "Everything that was once touched and loved by you cannot be let go. How would you feel about seeing a man—!"
"Aye. Stop right there, lady." Noah interrupted her, then sighed.
"You want me to be the toxic man who collects girls like Pokémon?"
"Aren't you already? Embrace your path with dignity."
"So you want her?" Noah asked.
"We want her for you," they corrected.
Noah paused briefly, then slowly smiled. "Then how could I refuse the goodwill of my wives?"
They smiled with him.
They certainly no longer felt the need to stop him in his pursuit. All of them had made peace with Noah's nature, and without that nature, none of them would be here together sharing this moment with him. Honestly, they could not imagine how dull a life that must be.
They thought themselves fortunate to have been chosen by Noah.
Without even fully realizing how much Noah was thankful to have them.
But then...
"What about Mother Maryam? Maybe we can see the mother duo being fuck—!" Dominque began provocatively.
"ANYWAY!" Noah cut Dominque off with a forced, twitching smile.
"Let me introduce you to my siblings and to Virgo, the new one. Then immediately we start the process of making this world my heart."
"As for Emmie," he smiled, "we will see after all of this is done."
—End of Chapter 374—
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