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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.

NecroBin · 奇幻
分數不夠
464 Chs

Thanks for cheering me up, Blossom. I love you!

With a sudden impulse, I reach out and grab her hand, pulling her up into my arms in one swift motion. Our chests press together, letting our heat radiate off of each other. She instinctively wraps her arms around my neck and her legs curle around my waist as she clings to me with natural grace.

Since she supports her own weight now I release her hand, freeing mine to slide down her back. I reposition my grip with my fingers sinking into the soft, supple flesh of her juicy butt, holding her close as our bodies meld together.

"What are you two doing?!" Ayame protests, but is completely ignored by the two of us.

"Thanks for cheering me up, Blossom. I love you!" I shout for the whole world to hear.

She is mine and mine alone!

"Blossom loves Master too!" She yells back excitedly with an overjoyed expression.