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.

She is mine and mine alone!

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

Without hesitation, I close the gap between us, my lips crashing into Blossom's with fervor. The moment our mouths connect, it's like a spark igniting a wildfire. Blossom responds immediately, her lips parting to welcome me in, her hands clutching at my shoulders as if anchoring herself to me.

Her mouth is warm and inviting, her tongue meeting mine in a sensual dance that leaves me breathless. I can feel her heartbeat racing against my chest, matching the wild rhythm of my own. I pull her even closer against my chest. The feeling of her body pressing into mine is intoxicating, I simply can't get enough.

Blossom moans softly into the kiss, her fingers threading through my hair as she deepens the connection, pouring all her love into the act. Her lips are soft and pliant, yielding to my every movement as our tongues intertwine in a heated exchange. I can taste her sweetness, the essence of her adoration, and it only drives me to kiss her more passionately, more desperately.

Ayame's protests continue to echo in the background, a distant noise that neither of us pays any heed to. The world narrows down to just the two of us, lost in the intensity of the moment. Blossom's legs tighten around my waist, her body arching into mine, and I respond by gripping her butt more firmly, pulling her even closer until there's not a single speck of space left between us.

When we finally break apart, gasping for breath, Blossom's eyes are half-lidded with desire, her lips swollen and flushed from the intensity of our kiss. I press my forehead against hers, both of us panting, but our gazes locked in a silent exchange of lust. I then feel something wet dripping on my by-now fully erect male member.

"Ready to go again?" I inquire playfully.

"Yes!" She nods vehemently.

"Ugh! I can't believe this! Well, enjoy your time I suppose, I'm going for a walk."

"If you are going to listen in, then you might as well stay and watch."

"Fu- Screw you! No, I'm going on a walk this time for real!"

I shrug my shoulders then spend the rest of the night with my beloved dog-kin until the sun rose and day 6 officially began.

-day 6-

Ayame soon found her way back as well, and threw a few clothing items at me.

"You should be able to wear these for the time being." Oh, she already went shopping for me? I didn't even see her take the coin pouch from our belongings. Though, to be fair, I was rather occupied with satisfying my first woman in this world. Her otherworldly beautiful existence demanded all my devotion. Right now she is power napping after finally tapping out.

She did endure quite a few more rounds admirably.

As I begin to dress into my newly acquired civilian clothes I examine my gains from the slaver family massacre.

[Name: Quinlan Noir]

[Race: Primordial]

[Title: -]

[Primordial Level: 9. XP 816/816]

[Primary Class: Assassin lvl 8]

[Secondary Classes:

- Slave Master lvl 8

- Warrior lvl 10

- Thief lvl 2 → 4]

[Vitality: 34]

[Strength: 30]

[Agility: 34] (31 + 10%)

[Intelligence: 18]

[Wisdom: 18]

[Unused Skill Points: 16]

[Unused Attribute Points: 15]

With this I've finally reached level 10, but to level up I first need to complete my rank up mission.

[Rank Up Mission (If the entity earns XP until the completion of the mission, it will be stockpiled and given to the entity once the mission is completed.)]

[Unlock the Unique Class: Primordial Villain.]

[Have one devoted follower. 1/1]

[Kill fifty intelligent existences. 50/50]

Oh, this doesn't sound too bad, I've even completed two out of three requirements. The second one could've been extremely troublesome, depending on what the system considers 'devoted' but Blossom is just an awesome person who made me pass that one with flying colors.

[Notice: Due to the insufficient strength of the entity 'Quinlan Noir,' this rank-up mission has been classified as an introductory-level tutorial. The entity is currently ineligible for the standard Primordial rank-up trials. Note: The difficulty level of subsequent rank-up missions will increase significantly.]

*Sigh*

What a nice way to bring my mood down, system. Thanks.

I suppose I will seriously need to gear up before I become level 20. I have a rather ominous feeling regarding these so-called 'primordial trials'.

With that I've finished dressing. Ayame even managed to buy me a nice pair of shoes that fit my feet pretty well, though, of course, they don't measure up to my cherished Kobes.

RIP.

I ask Ayame for the coin pouch in her possession and I also retrieve the one I got from the old slaver's stash yesterday, I then empty their contents onto the table where I had mercilessly devoured Blossom just a few hours ago. Her alluring scent still lingers in the air, a tantalizing reminder of the wonderful night we spent together.

I can't resist leaning in to take a long, deep whiff, savoring her divine fragrance.

My moment of weakness as a man and indulgence earns me a scornful scoff from my judgemental samurai, who watches my actions with sheer disgust evident in her eyes.

Okay, I admit that might have been slightly on the creepy side.

But her scent is just so intoxicating that it's making my brain feel all mushy and confused.

"Eh, fuck it." I murmur as I lean in for another whiff, inhaling deeply and desperately, trying to etch her scent into the deepest recesses of my mind.