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.

"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.

Primordial Villain With A Slave Harem

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, the warmth of her skin radiating through the thin fabric separating us. She instinctively wraps her arms around my neck, her legs curling around my waist as she is clinging to me with a natural grace.

Since she supports her own weight now I release her hand, freeing mine to slide down her back. I reposition my grip, 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.

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

Thanks For Cheering Me Up, Blossom. I Love You!