Harem Stealer: Reborn with the God-Tier Sharing System Chapter 515 - Your balls

Luminara found herself at a loss for words. Her mouth refused to form any sound, gaping open as she stared at Noah, eyes filled with shock and alarm.

The moment stretched on just a bit more, with Noah patiently waiting, until she finally composed herself and seized back control of her voice.

"W-What?" she stammered, immediately ashamed of her flustered reaction before someone so much younger. Before the man who was her daughter's spouse and her personal disciple.

Noah was dangerous.

Luminara recognized this truth, and for the first time, she silently confessed that perhaps... just perhaps, he was why she had kept herself closed off from the family.

'My heart... it's pounding way too hard. Oh... oh no... not this...'

Doom awaited her, she understood, mingled with terror and a thrilling sense of eager expectation.

"That's the only way," Noah declared, drawing Luminara's focus back to his face. "Don't you agree?"

"How?" she inquired timidly, yearning above all else to put

some space between herself and him. Yet at the same time, she craved to sink even further into his warm hold.

Conflicting forces tugged at her from every direction—unyieldingly, without pity—causing her mind and heart to throb painfully, like clay being roughly shaped without regard for her suffering.

"I possess Atom Manipulation as my skill," Noah explained. "I can also alter your very being by linking it to mine."

A soft smile played on his lips. "I believe I can free you from the Progenitor's hold. It's simpler than it seems. My power matches his, or surpasses it."

'Which lets me assist her in other ways. But what fun would that bring?' Noah thought to himself with a sly grin.

Though Luminara felt overwhelmed by the chaos surrounding her, her long life had taught her to piece together the clues.

Noah desired to claim her fully. He yearned for her to merge into him, fully aware of the implications.

Upon grasping this, Luminara momentarily thought of denial. Yet the idea fled swiftly, without lingering.

Not just because rejecting Noah held no purpose; he'd compel her acceptance one way or another.

A deeper motive allowed her to yield so readily, melting into the arms that enveloped her.

Simply put, she had shared her life with Noah from the start. From before he transformed into the beloved figure they all adored.

She had witnessed it all, loyally observing his growth. Observing his passion and loyalty toward his wives. Observing his mastery in the arts of intimacy.

No better man existed to aspire toward.

Flawed, yet ideal in the raw authenticity only the profoundly imperfect could embody.

Noah might not fully grasp it, but his numerous shortcomings were what rendered him so irresistibly lovable.

That's the nature of it always. Flaws captivate, for they feel genuine. They offer something relatable, understandable, and graspable.

Through countless years of silent watching, Luminara had unknowingly bonded with Noah.

Thus, that day, when Noah inquired which part of him she wished to be formed from, her answer came without pause.

"Your balls." Her voice carried a strange certainty that hushed the world, save for the breeze. Even the breeze appeared to hush, as if shy to continue its natural dance.

"I beg your pardon? My what?" Noah blurted in disbelief.

From behind, Laeh gawked at Luminara like filth attracting swarms of insects. Her features twisted in disgust, her aura flickering wildly.

"This bitch!' Laeh snarled inside her mind.

Luminara ignored the younger woman entirely. In that instant, a surge of bold assurance flooded her, sparked solely by embracing the secret desire nurtured over years of seeing Noah ravish his women bare, his manhood rendering his

wives limp and spent.

Inevitability had marked this path.

For ages, she had absorbed these sights without true indulgence. Her thoughts had been primed perfectly to welcome

him.

At last, she released the final threads of her self-control.

"I want you to create me from your balls." She affirmed again, her tone more resolute

than earlier.

Shocked barely captured Noah's reaction. His expression mirrored one hearing the impossible tale of men bearing children.

"You," he started, offering a crooked smile, "can't be serious."

Luminara paused silently for a few beats, then dipped her head, barely suppressing her grin. "Of course I'm not serious."

Relief washed over Noah in a deep exhale.

"But what if I wanted to be made from your balls?"

"Can you stop talking about my brother's balls?" Laeh yelled in rage, jabbing a shaking finger toward Luminara. "What in the world is wrong with you?"

Luminara put on a dramatic pretense of sudden awareness. "Oh, a child has been here this whole time. I'm sorry. Perhaps I should whisper it instead."

Her face inched closer to Noah, her clear aim to murmur the vulgar phrases she'd just boldly declared out loud.

Outrage flared in Laeh.

"You!" In a flash, she materialized next to Luminara, seized her tail roughly, and tugged hard. "Don't speak about my brother's

balls!"

"Young girl, you'd better release my tail before I mention more than just your brother's balls!" Luminara shouted, shaking as her tail stretched tight. "I will talk about his di-!"

"AHHHHH!" Laeh screamed in terror. "Don't say it!! Don't you dare talk about my brother's dick!"

Noah's mouth corners jerked, as pallor gradually seeped from his cheeks.

Laeh yanked with greater force, sending Luminara soaring upward. Her look shifted from shocked to enraged within mere moments.

"I will-!"

"For the love of anything holy and unholy, can we please keep my balls and my dick out of your mouths? I'm getting embarrassed." Noah pleaded, observing Luminara and Laeh tussling fiercely on the floor.

Luminara clawed wildly at Laeh's cheeks, as Laeh unleashed ruthless open-palmed strikes from every angle.

No holds were barred between the pair, leaving Noah utterly speechless.

Wearily, he raised his gaze and shut his eyes.

"This is ridiculous.

Not until half an hour passed did the duo finally cease. Scratches marred Laeh's entire face. Luminara's bore the red marks of Laeh's

palms.

Each inspected the damage they'd inflicted on the other, feeling a silent swell of pride.

Suddenly, both whipped their gazes toward him, anticipating Noah's support for their side. Yet he sided with none.

Rather than berating them, he stifled the impulse and addressed

Luminara straight away.

"So, what part?" He inquired once more, drained from their nonsense. "And I dare

you to say my balls."

Laeh smirked. "Yes, I da-!"

"Sister, please. Not a word."

Her lips clamped shut; she glanced at her brother, huffed sharply, then

turned her head away in a sulky pout.

Luminara bit back a triumphant, gloating grin—mainly wary of Noah's watchful stare—and replied.

"Your jugular." Her tone turned utterly grave. "Create me from

your jugular vein, Noah." -End of Chapter 515-