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#WEAKTOSTRONG
#HAREM
#DARK
#TRANSMIGRATION
#SLICEOFLIFE
#VILLAIN
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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. 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 ... Disclaimer: I'd received a few 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.

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#ROMANCE
#SYSTEM
#R18
#WEAKTOSTRONG
#HAREM
#DARK
#TRANSMIGRATION
#SLICEOFLIFE
#VILLAIN
#ANTIHERO

Harem Outfits

I stood frozen in place as my brain ceased functioning. It needed a few seconds to restart itself. "Holy hell…" I murmured under my breath. Their loving statement was already enough to get me going, but that was only the icing on the cake in this particular case. 

The sight that welcomed me was the four of them standing hand-in-hand, facing my way with bright smiles. Seeing them amicably, supportively hold hands together was such a sweet motion to me. It was like they were real sisters, a real team working in tandem toward a single goal; making me happy. However, what truly put this occasion on a unique pedestal was their attire.

Each of my girls wore the same clothes, clothes which could best be described as Arabian harem outfits.

A face veil covered their delicate lips. Fitted belly dancer bras adorned their perky chests, showing off their delicious midriffs. Loose, flowing harem pants hid their amazing legs which were cinched to their ankles.