Harem Stealer: Reborn with the God-Tier Sharing System Chapter 469 - Been so long

The wives departed, allowing Noah and Red some time alone to converse. Within the domain of the Infinite Records, specifically the Tree of Ashes—which formed Luelle's actual form—they perched on a limb that served as her core essence.

A serene vibe enveloped their surroundings. Although no gusts stirred, the gray foliage in the area swayed softly, as though an invisible draft murmured secrets to them.

They had lingered there for... Red couldn't say. Time held little sway in that space, leaving her clueless about the duration.

Yet she cared little for it anyway.

She craved tranquility. She yearned for solace. Thus, without a word, the Paragon of War rested her head against her husband's left shoulder and shut her eyes.

The ache in her soul remained raw, throbbing with pain. Even so, a gentle warmth now enveloped her like a protective shell.

"Do you trust me, Red?" Noah inquired abruptly, his gaze locked on the swirling ash currents floating ahead.

"I trust you even more than myself," Red replied, her brow creasing slightly.

"That's an odd query. But I realize you don't pose questions without purpose. So, what's behind it?"

Noah wasted no time, revealing to Red every detail Gaia had shared regarding the method to restore a soul that had vanished entirely.

All that remained was to alter the fundamental Existence of that entity and summon them anew. Simpler in words than in execution.

To this day, Noah struggled to grasp the notion of tampering with Existence. The challenge of attaining such power felt vague and remote, stirring a pounding ache in his skull.

Were it merely another ability he sought for personal gain, the Prince would view it as yet one more mission to conquer, complete with its prizes.

This situation stood apart.

At stake lay the very being of his sister, his companions, and the joy of his wife, his brother, and the entire group.

That weight... that load was immense. Noah had always recognized he bore it, yet only now did he fully comprehend its terrifying scope.

Failure in this trial was a thought he pushed far from his mind.

Following his all-out sacrifice for victory, Noah had grasped a harsh truth: death could claim him all too easily.

Still, triumph was essential.

"We must ascend to Perfected Reality," Red murmured, shifting to meet his eyes. "I can't truly imagine possessing that degree of might."

Noah offered a soft grin. "One step at a time," he murmured, directing the words more inward than outward. "We'll get there in due course. And we'll reclaim Rouge, my sister, and all the others."

He extended his arm, delicately brushing a loose lock of hair from her visage and securing it behind her right ear.

"Regardless of how long it demands. We'll achieve it. In the interim, though, we can prepare something for them. A message to share upon their return."

"Considering Rouge," Red chuckled lightly, "she'd likely favor tales of carnage and demise."

"She's much like you, isn't she?"

"What? Absolutely not." Her laughter rang out, the first genuine burst since the grim revelation. "Rouge operates on a whole other plane, Noah. I enjoy heading into battle. She thrives on oceans of slaughter, wallowing in it, even savoring it."

"I occasionally ponder if she belonged to the incorrect lineage," she continued, her amusement growing louder.

"Trust me, you're far from alone in that notion," Noah replied with a light laugh.

"Regardless," he pressed on, "you've shaped her. Now, my love, we face no alternative but to forge tales drenched in gore for our recounting."

"So we begin with Solstice?" Red suggested, her tone gaining strength, more

animated.

They say that knowing your destination ensures a smooth journey.

Red now understood her path clearly. No matter its remoteness, it gave her a goal to anticipate... a direction to pursue.

This eased her tension while igniting an absurd drive to unleash destruction.

"Solstice?" Noah echoed. "Yes, we target him first. But I'm growing irritated by my scant knowledge of occurrences in the Waking

Universe."

He regarded her steadily. "Thus, we'll execute this swiftly and flawlessly."

"You possess your Paragons," Red noted, rising gradually to balance on the slender gray limb. "You have your wives!"

A bashful smile curved her lips.

"I recognize our failure in handling the Origins matter..."

Noah stifled a chuckle at Red's sheepish inflection.

"...yet we vow it won't recur."

The Paragon of War reached out her hand to her spouse.

"I'm not concerned," Noah assured, clasping her fingers as she drew him upright. Moments later, he stood next to her, surveying the Realm of Ashes encircling them.

He pivoted, cradling Red's cheeks in his hands, and pressed a tender kiss to her lips.

The embrace lingered beyond initial plans.

Only because neither realized the depth of their longing for one another.

How deeply they missed their intimate nights, when cries echoed through the air, and the aroma of desire, passion, and release permeated everything.

Red longed for those moments leaving her winded, while Noah yearned for her untamed, adventurous side between the sheets.

With those thoughts fueling them...

Their kiss intensified, tongues dancing in a savage display of affection, as their fingers roamed each other's forms with sensual intent.

Noah caressed her bosom and her rear, sensing the changes wrought by her enhanced bloodline. All improvements, naturally. Her breasts fit ideally in his grasp, yielding softly under his touch. As he squeezed, Red emitted a quiet groan, stifled against Noah's lips. Then the Prince ventured downward, burying his hands into her buttocks. They yielded effortlessly, reminiscent of a baker kneading fresh batter. Her posterior was decadently plush, the sort that tempted one to cling forever.

Red refused to lag. Her fingers already encircled Noah's member. The manner in which she stroked it over his attire, even attempting to release it, betrayed her ravenous appetite.

It had been ages.

In that heartbeat, nothing mattered more than surrendering to their cravings.

They parted from the kiss briefly, both panting heavily, their mouths glistening with shared wetness.

Their gazes met, burning with pure desire.

"I believe," Red breathed, "we ought to commence by weaving an erotic story for my daughter."

"A story of her mother ravished by her spouse," Red continued, molding her frame to Noah's.

"I had the identical idea," Noah admitted. "For now, I simply wish to immerse myself within you."

They grinned broadly, their thoughts overwhelmed by the compulsion to plunge into ecstatic frenzy.

Their garments vanished, Red nearly climaxing as Noah's length brushed her firm midsection.

She stretched to seize it...

Only for chaos to erupt as Providence's thunderous call resounded across the Tree of Ashes.

<Four Soul Dragons attempt to invade your domain, Noah!>

<And they wield the might of the First Soul Ruler, Shadow of One Was Lost, drenching their forms entirely!>

The erotic charge evaporated instantly, replaced by an overwhelming thirst for vengeance.

"They'd better possess a solid justification," Noah snarled, his stare igniting with murderous fury so fierce it seemed his mothers had fallen.

"Or they'll all perish miserably," Red concluded.

-End of Chapter 469-