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Primordial Villain with a Slave Harem

Quinlan, a simple office worker finds himself transmigrated to an extremely dangerous fantasy land as a level 1 Commoner with nothing to his name but his wits - and a unique gift that accompanied his teleportation. No one in Thalorind could have predicted that this unassuming arrival would one day rise to the top, redefining the very meaning of the term 'power'... And that he may have achieved said result by joining a criminal organization and clawing his way through its ranks as well as establishing his own business empire that may or may not have relied on slave labor. In the beginning, Quinlan was painfully weak and alone but thanks to his severe trust issues, joining a team was... hard. However, he soon noticed that a lot of people have collars around their necks in this world... People that couldn't exactly betray him. Follow Quinlan's journey as he grows in strength, amasses wealth, fights to the death, and meets lovely ladies. ... Discord: https://discord.gg/bjunEkswQ3 Receive bonus chapters by supporting on Patreon (patreon.com/NecroBin). Bonus chapters will be published weekly, in this manner: $100 = 2 bonus chapters/week $250 = 4 bonus chapters/week $500= 6 bonus chapters/week $1000= 8 Bonus chapters/week ... Disclaimer: I'd received a few harsh complaints from some readers that my MC is not a real villain, and I have to agree; if you're looking for some complete psycho MC who burns random farmer villages down just for fun then don't read. The MC is a ruthless man who does evil things from time to time, but only to his enemies or those he considers to be true scum. He gains no joy from tormenting strangers. Also don't read if you want a story about buying s*x slaves and r*ping them, that doesn't happen in this novel. He will treat the women he wants to be with as if they were normal people, whether they're slaves or not.

NecroBin · Fantaisie
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530 Chs

Teaching Humility

I glance down only to see that despite the rather complicated nature of the task I've given her, she is still focusing her gaze on my face - observing my minutest reactions to her machinations. I've already known that she draws pleasure from seeing my bodily reactions to her servicing from our previous sessions, but I could never get enough of her.

Seeing her perverted, lustful expression, her eyes that might as well have hearts for pupils, I lose my struggle against my own body. I simply can't resist all these sensations that assault me at the same time- both physical and spiritual.

"Blossom, continue pumping your hands but raise your chest. I've been neglecting your gorgeous breasts for far too long…" I manage to say amidst my grunts.