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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. "Oh, so you are a warrior who is looking for a master that strives to become the strongest? You found him." "Wait, you are an assassin with an amazing, rare class who has a cruel master? Let me help you have a change of ownership..." "I know that you might not be a slave, but one of my classes is 'Slave Master', which would make you stronger should you become one... So how about it?" Follow Quinlan's journey as he grows in strength, amasses wealth, fights to the death, and meets lovely ladies.

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Never Have I Ever 1 [Bonus]

"Never have I thought of making love to a woman." Ayame continued the game, this time glancing at me mischievously.

This cheeky girl was clearly targeting me. I smiled at her lovingly while inwardly promising a serious spanking session to come her way once I got my hands on her firm behind.

I gulped down another whole bottle of liquor. I've never been too big on strong alcohol, and with 2 liters even I could begin feeling it to a degree. Seems like primordials aren't entirely poison-resistant, or maybe it's psychological? I wish to have a fair game, so I want to feel the alcohol, so perhaps my body is in communication with my brain, which instructed it to not purify the substance?

Something like that might be the culprit.

I was the only one who drank this time around. There shall be no yuri in my household.