Harem Stealer: Reborn with the God-Tier Sharing System novel Chapter 110

Chapter 110: Chapter 110: The Domain of Lust

Chapter 110: The Domain of Lust

With Noah here, his mastery over space more and more refined, they arrived in no time in front of a massive black-and-pink castle. A hazy pink mist wrapped around it, making everything look mystical, its details blurred. You could barely see beyond its shape and those two dominant colors.

But even just standing at the doorstep—they were hit.

An immense surge of lust.

Desire.

Like their emotions had been dialed up to the max—but only lust.

And on top of that? They felt eyes. Watching them. From nowhere and everywhere at once. Eyes that seemed to pierce straight through their souls.

All of them froze—except one.

Those eyes? They couldn’t see anything beyond Noah’s outward appearance. Couldn’t touch him.

Noah turned his head slowly, staring into the depths of the pink mist. His silver hair gleamed beautifully under the dim light, and then... he smiled.

He looked toward Dominique, who stood there like she didn’t give a damn.

"You gonna keep standing there watching, or are you gonna help?" he asked flatly.

Dominique gave him an innocent smile. "I mean... they did call me a bitch, didn’t they?"

Noah sighed. Not in the mood.

With a snap of his fingers, boom—a wave of sword intent exploded out, swallowing them whole.

Intent.

Not aura.

Noah’s original intent was that of the Transcendent Self. Meaning? He’d long since stepped past being just "Noah." He embodied many concepts at his core—and one of them was sword.

Because of that, Noah could channel the intent of any concept inside him, all anchored under his true, transcendent self. His intent helped him correlate, merge, and create his own path within other concepts. In other words—it made it stupidly easy for him to craft new intents.

And with sword? He’d already made his choice:

To sever. _{freewēbnoveℓ.com}

To cut anything—and everything.

That was the sword intent he forged: Severing Sword.

And now, he wrapped Neko and the others in that Severing Sword intent. His target? The overwhelming lust that had been suffocating them.

It was severed. Instantly.

They snapped back to themselves, eyes clearing.

"You didn’t have to," Neko snapped, her eyes blazing. Black flames danced around her, wild and furious. "I was gonna burn all this shit myself."

Ester didn’t speak—but her shadows deepened, growing so dark it was like even the air dimmed around her.

Zara and Lucius? Untouched from the beginning. Zara had her insane emotional control. Lucius—his Anti-Man’s Presence made the surrounding lust completely useless.

Yeah. These two? Monsters in the making.

But Neko and Ester? They’d been thirsting to prove themselves, especially Neko with her new power—but they hadn’t even gotten a chance to act.

Noah’s lips twitched. Girls... I don’t have time for this.

But still—

"Sorry, sorry," he said, brushing it off. "You’ll get your turn soon. But right now, I’m in a bit of a rush."

His eyes locked onto Dominique, serious now.

"No more games."

Dominique nodded, her playful smile dropping. She knew—it was time to get down to business.

She guided them deeper inside. No one stopped them.

This was her turf. The domain of Lust’s daughter.

Soon, they reached a massive pink door, intricately carved. In its center was a small symbol—a long, elegant pink tongue, drawn with eerie grace.

The Main Chamber.

Where Lilith—the Queen of Lust—waited.

Dominique paused just for a breath... then knocked.

Didn’t even wait for an answer. She kicked the door open and barged in.

"HEY, you bitch of a mother! I brought some guests!"

Silence.

Everyone turned to stare at Dominique—wide-eyed, stunned.

Even Noah.

’...The fuck?’ echoed in all their minds.

Then—it came.

That voice.

Sweet? No. Too sweet.

No—far beyond sweet.

It was the kind of voice that shattered any idea of what "sweet" could mean. Not divine—no, something different. Something... perfect. The epitome of what a woman’s voice should be. The kind that made you drop every single guard the second you heard it.

Lilith’s voice.

"You whore of a daughter, stop calling me a bitch in front of company."

Silence.

’The hell?!’

Everyone’s expression twisted, like their brains couldn’t quite process those words coming from that voice.

Even when cursing crudely, her voice was pure pleasure to the ear.

Lucius almost dropped to his knees. "Shit... I think I just found a new fetish. Women who curse in bed. You guys feel that too?"

Ignored. No one was in the mood.

Dominique tilted her head, hand to her chin, fake-pensive.

"If I’m a whore... what does that make you?"

Lilith just ignored her.

Her gaze slid toward Noah—and her smile curled slowly.

"So. You’re the famous Noah Weaverheart."

Her eyes swept up and down, a predator’s gaze in no rush.

Meanwhile—Sophie.

She was nearly there.

Just two lightning strands left, circling her like wolves. One—the Red Lightning, crackling with such dense, terrifying power it warped the air itself. The other—a thin, flickering golden lightning. Not strong because of sheer might—but because it was slippery. So fast, so elusive, it was almost impossible to catch, let alone refine.

But Sophie’s eyes burned with absolute conviction.

"I’m going to do it," she murmured. "No matter what."

She focused everything she had, her body taut, every nerve on high alert.

Ready to complete her new Red Lightning.

Ready to fight— for her throne, for Noah.

She closed her eyes, sinking deep into pure concentration. She pushed her talent to its limits, lurking—waiting for the perfect moment to strike.

That was all she needed. One shot. Once she caught that damn golden lightning? Merging it would be easy.

So she waited.

The lightning—like it knew—never stopped moving, always flickering just out of reach.

Sophie didn’t flinch.

’Fine. You want to play the long game? Let’s play.’

Her Red Lightning flared, surging with unshakable dominance, like it was saying: let’s see if you can outlast me.

What perfect training. An Empress must be patient. Must be steadfast.

So Sophie didn’t mind.

This was making her stronger.

And when she was done?

’Heh. Bet none of Noah’s other women work as hard as me.’ She smirked inwardly.

She thought about the others—those ridiculously talented girls who barely had to lift a finger.

But her?

She was different.

’I’ll become his favorite. The only one who’s grinding her ass off to keep up. No relying on him. And I will succeed.’

Her Red Lightning deepened, glowing an even richer crimson. Her body began to change, subtly—

not finished yet, but unmistakable.

She was becoming lightning itself.

Not just any lightning.

Her own.

Her sweat.

Her enlightenment.

Her power, forged by her own hands.

And it was beautiful. Deadly.

—End of Chapter 110—