Harem Stealer: Reborn with the God-Tier Sharing System

Chapter 150 – The Birth of a Home [1]

Noah and Emily floated in the sky, silently observing the Campbell territory below.

Bodies fell. One by one. It was quiet and absolute.

Yet, not all perished—those untouched were not Campbells, so they lived.

But it was exactly these persons that will spread the word about this event to the whole world, and even start to worship this day. Because they were witnesses.

Noah lowered his gaze to the sword in his hand just as it began to crumble. It disintegrated, vanishing into dust. The energy Noah had channeled through it was too overwhelming. That it survived long enough for the slash was a miracle in itself.

Emily looked down at the lifeless figures below.

Her family.

All of them—gone.

And with that, a great weight lifted from her shoulders.

She was free. Truly free.

’Rest in peace, Julius,’ she whispered silently.

’From now on, I will live for myself. I won’t be shackled by the past anymore.’

She lifted her head and looked at Noah. A soft smile touched her lips.

Yes... from now on, I won’t hold myself back.

And as if acting on that very thought, she stepped closer to him—her face now just inches away from his.

She smiled again—beautiful, gentle and almost innocent.

Noah was genuinely surprised by this sudden closeness and smile. He never imagined Emily could smile like that.

"I don’t know how to thank you for all this," she said softly, placing her hand gently against his chest.

Noah raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "You don’t have to. This was a deal between us."

He took a half-step back, attempting to create some distance. She was Sophie’s mother, after all—his mother-in-law.

But Emily didn’t let him escape.

She closed the distance again, unrelenting.

"I insist," she said with a hushed voice. "I never gave you anything meaningful that helped with the Saintess. You did it all on your own."

"So far... I’m the only one profiting from our deal. And that’s not fair to you."

She traced slow, delicate circles across his chest with her fingertips.

"Let me make it up to you."

Noah’s lips twitched.

"I said I don’t mind. We’re family now. You’re my mother-in-law—so take it as a gift. For raising such an amazing daughter."

It was a smart and tactful reminder—a boundary, gently but firmly drawn.

But Emily had no intention of backing off.

"A gift?" she repeated, smiling mischievously. "Then can I ask for another?"

Noah’s instincts stirred.

Something felt off.

Still, he nodded. "Ask."

He didn’t see harm in simply hearing her out.

Emily looked him straight in the eye and pointed at his heart.

"I want this," she said.

"I want to be inside."

A pause.

"I mean, you don’t mind, right? You already have so many women inside your heart. Surely you can make a little space for me?"

"I’m not asking for much. Just a small place. I don’t care if it’s narrow or wide. I just want to be there."

Her voice was soft. Honest. Almost pleading.

Noah stood frozen, uncertain of how to respond.

This was awkward—even for him.

He had told himself not to pursue anyone else for the time being. But refusing her outright would bring shame—maybe even hurt someone important to him.

So, he made the most logical move.

"...Prove yourself."

Emily blinked.

"Yes," Noah continued, calm and composed. "Not just to me. To all of them—my women. Gain their acknowledgment."

"I will never accept someone they do not accept."

"And most importantly—gain your daughter’s blessing. Without her approval... even if all the others agree... I won’t."

That was the line.

Emily didn’t flinch. She smiled.

To her, not being rejected outright was already a victory.

To gain their approval? That was nothing new.

She smirked.

"Did you forget I used to be an empress? I manipulated everyone in the royal palace under Rome’s nose."

"You really think I can’t earn a few acknowledgments?"

Noah smirked in return. "We’ll see."

"But good luck—you’ll need it."

He snapped his fingers.

In an instant, they were teleported back to the white realm.

...

The girls were already there.

When Noah arrived, every eye turned to him. Their expressions lit up in joy, surprise, and curiosity—drawn to the changes in his presence, his aura, and his beauty.

"Noah!"

"My love!"

"Dear husband!"

They rushed to him in waves, showering him in affection, each one waiting her turn to feel his embrace.

Ester didn’t waste a second—she immediately slipped into his shadow with Shadeva, enjoying their exclusive privilege.

Neko transformed into her small black cat form and perched on his head, purring contentedly.

Elizabeth, Yuki, and Sophie looked on, visibly jealous—though not the only ones. Even Zara and Anya wore sour expressions.

Dominique laughed.

Selene sighed, wishing she had their powers.

Each girl had her own way of reacting—but there was one thing that Elira and Selene both noticed:

The harmony.

The moment Noah stood among them, the chaos turned calm.

He was like the glue that held them all together.

And it was beautiful—watching them wait their turns, talking, laughing, bonding.

In that moment, a single thought echoed in both Elira and Selene’s minds:

"It’s starting to form."

Yes.

Their family was starting to take shape.

...

An hour passed—filled with warmth, cuddles, affection, and joy.

Eventually, Noah spoke.

"I called you all here for a reason."

His voice settled the room.

"I know some of you are wondering how this family will function. We each have our duties. Our lives. Our missions."

"I’ve thought long about it."

"And I realized the answer is simple: a home."

"A home you can return to after a long day. A place of comfort. A place filled with the people you love."

"And that home... I will create it as a realm."

"A realm for us. For our family."

"A place where we can all be together."

He smiled—a beautiful, soul-stirring smile.

"So tell me—what do you want in that realm?"

The girls blinked in surprise.

A realm? Just for us?

A place where they could live with Noah?

Where they could see him every day?

BADUM—!

Hearts skipped beats. All at once for one single reason.

"...Fuck, I’m getting horny again."

"Damn, I thought I was the only one."

"I SAID DIP FIRST, GIRLS! I’m going in first. Don’t worry, I’ll tell you all about it later."

"You wish! I’m going first!"

The girls began bickering, voices overlapping in mock outrage and gleeful jealousy—until—

"Why don’t we all go at the same time?"

The room fell silent.

Every head turned toward the culprit.

And of course—

It was our beloved horny succubus.

Truly, the legendary degenerate of the group.

—End of Chapter 150—

A/N:

You know the drill. I am interested in your opinions for the progression of the story and story itself.

Slow? Fast?

Too much romance lately and little action?

And whatever you think of.

Bref,

Thank for your amazing support and thank you for reading!