NecroBin

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.

Primordial Villain with a Slave Harem

Join the Discord for HD images

I then place her down on her back and put a pillow under her head to let her rest. No matter what she says, she is obviously pretty exhausted.

As I'm about to enter her cave with my tip she speaks up; "since Master didn't have any requests for Blossom this time, could she ask for one…?" She looks at me with great uncertainty in her eyes, clearly thinking that she has no right to tell me what to do.

"Blossom wants to sit in Master's embrace and kiss him as he penetrates her…" She looks me deep in the eyes as if studying my soul. I can tell that she is thinking that she has no right to tell me what to do, but all of her experiences with me so far tell her that I will entertain her request, so she is waiting to see if her logic or intuition ends up winning.

Who am I to refuse such a sweet request?

A woman's first time is to be cherished, after all.

Destroying Blossom