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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 ... 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.

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Blossom's Gift

"Ahhh…" I exhaled the air from my lungs while relaxing to such a deep level that I knew the only thing keeping me awake was my mind refusing to miss out on what was to come. I crossed my arms in front of my head before comfortably letting my skull rest on this makeshift pillow of mine while paying close attention to what each of my ladies was working on with so much effort.

I assumed that their assigned position was a random one at first, but it quickly became evident that my beautiful amber-eyed lover had a much smarter head than that. She and Blossom had the lowest Strength stat, so they took the duty of kneading my legs. Lucille had the second-highest Strength, so she was busy pressing her fingers into my lower back in a skillful manner.