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

The wives departed, allowing Noah and Red some private conversation. Within the Infinite Records' domain, specifically the Tree of Ashes, the couple perched on a limb that formed Luelle's actual form.

A serene vibe enveloped them. Although no gusts stirred, the grayish foliage of the domain swayed softly, as though an invisible draft murmured secrets to it.

They'd lingered there for... Red had no clue. Time's flow was nearly nonexistent in that space, complicating any attempt to estimate duration.

Yet she cared little to try.

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 intensity. 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 ahead.

"I trust you beyond my own faith," Red replied, her brow creasing slightly.

"That's an odd query. But I realize you never pose questions idly. So, what's prompting this?"

Noah wasted no time, revealing to Red every detail Gaia had shared regarding the revival of a soul that's been utterly wiped out.

All that remained was to alter the core Existence of that entity and restore them. Simpler in words than in execution.

Even at present, Noah struggled to grasp the notion of tampering with Existence. The pursuit of such power felt vague and remote, triggering a pounding in his skull.

Were it merely another ability he sought for personal gain, the Prince would view it as yet another challenge to conquer for eventual prizes.

This scenario diverged sharply.

At stake lay the very being of his sibling, companions, and the joy of his spouse, sibling, and the entire group.

That weight... that load was one Noah recognized bearing, yet only now did he fully comprehend its terrifying scope.

Failure in this trial was a prospect he preferred to avoid contemplating.

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

Still, triumph was imperative.

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

Noah offered a soft grin. "One step at a time," he murmured, addressing her yet mostly reassuring himself. "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 face 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 slaughter."

"She's a lot like you, isn't she?"

"What? Absolutely not." Her laughter rang out, marking the first genuine mirth he'd drawn from her since the grim revelation. "Rouge operates on a whole other plane, Noah. I enjoy heading into battle. She thrives on oceans of gore, swimming through it, even savoring it."

"I occasionally ponder if she wasn't meant for a different species," she continued, her amusement growing louder.

"Trust me, you're far from alone in that thought," Noah laughed along.

"Regardless," he pressed on, "you've shaped her influence. Now, my love, we're left with no option but to forge some violent legends of our own to recount."

"Shall we begin with Solstice?" Red suggested, her tone gaining strength and enthusiasm.

They say that knowing your destination ensures a smooth journey.

Red had now pinpointed her path. No matter its seeming distance, it gave her a goal to anticipate... a direction to stride toward.

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

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

He regarded her steadily. "Thus, we must handle this swiftly and flawlessly."

"You've got your Paragons," Red noted, rising gradually to balance on the slender ashen limb. "You've got your wives!"

A bashful smile curved her lips.

"I realize we let you down regarding the Origins issue..."

Noah stifled a chuckle at Red's sheepish inflection.

"...but 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 hand as she drew him upright. Moments later, he stood next to her, surveying the encircling Realm of Ashes.

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

The embrace lingered beyond initial plans.

But solely because neither had realized the depth of their longing for one another.

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

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

With those memories stirring...

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 hips, sensing the transformation brought by her enhanced lineage. All improvements, naturally. Her breasts fit ideally in his grasp, yielding softly under his touch. As he squeezed, Red emitted a quiet moan stifled against Noah's lips. Then the Prince ventured downward, burying his fingers into her curves. They yielded effortlessly, evoking the sensation of a baker kneading fresh batter. Her rear was decadently plush, the sort that tempted hands to cling indefinitely.

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

It had been ages.

In that fleeting second, indulgence was their sole desire.

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

Their gazes met, mirroring pure craving.

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

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

"That's precisely what crossed my mind," Noah confessed. "For now, I simply wish to immerse myself in you."

They beamed broadly, thoughts overwhelmed by the compulsion to surrender to ecstasy's edge.

Their garments vanished, Red nearly peaking as Noah's length nudged her firm midsection.

She stretched to seize it...

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

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

"They'd better have a damn solid excuse," Noah snarled, his stare igniting with murderous fury as if his own kin had fallen to blades.

"Or they'll all meet their end," Red concluded.

-End of Chapter 469-