Primordial Villain with a Slave Harem

Chapter 695: Tyrant of Commerce

”Daddy! Theyʼre coming to!” Rosie shouted all of a sudden. Sheʼd been comfortably nestled in my arm, but the little dryad awoke with a strong jolt.

Knowing her treeʼs material caused whatever magic they were under, I understood that her senses should be trusted. As such, I stood from the grass and looked around, examining their faces. Rosie, meanwhile, wriggled herself free from my clutches and began buzzing around her mothers like an anxious little bee.

Interestingly, it was Jasmine who parted her eyelids first. I leaned down and cradled her up into my arms before asking, ”Are you fine?”

I was on the edge about letting Jasmine participate in the whole ordeal, for she didnʼt wish to be a fighter. With my [Blessed Seed] in her womb, she didnʼt need to level up to remain youthful. Her Merchant class was perfect to accommodate her great business-oriented mind.

However, for some reason, she was adamant about taking part. I decided to trust her instinct or perhaps determination, I should say. Based on her giant, victorious grin, it was the correct decision.

”Fine? Iʼve never been better!” She reached around my neck and gave me a big kiss before excitedly detailing how things went.

”I was thrown into a simulation where I opened my eyes in the city square of Valorian, the capital city, with a single bronze coin to my name. I had to turn it into 100 gold coins in seven days, without using any Consortium connections.”

… That was an incredibly harsh challenge. I surely wouldʼve failed in her place. 100 gold was 10,000 silver or 1,000,000 bronze coins. Getting that amount in a mere week through trading wares was basically demanding she displays genius mercantile capabilties.

”And you did that? Youʼre amazing, Jasmine,” I said, genuinely impressed with my fifth womanʼs achievement. This action of mine earned me an incredibly proud smile followed up by a second, deeper kiss.

”Hehe! I have a new class, too! Itʼs so badass! Tyrant of Commerce!”

I couldnʼt contain my excitement any longer and used [Slave Monitor] to check her status, and the details of her class.

[Class: Merchant → Tyrant of Commerce]

[Tyrant of Commerce – Ruler of Wealth, Master of Power]

[A true sovereign of trade, the Tyrant of Commerce wields wealth not as a tool, but as an unstoppable force. No longer a mere merchant bound to the whims of the market, they dictate it, shape it, and enforce their will through the sheer power of their riches. Every coin spent is an investment in supremacy, every deal struck a binding law upon the battlefield.]

[Their wealth is not limited to gold—it is power, influence, and control, leveraged in ways that defy normal limitations. With enough resources, they can bolster their allies beyond mortal constraints, conjure mercenaries from nothing, or curse enemies with inescapable debts that sap their very lifeblood. A Tyrant of Commerce does not beg for power, for they buy it outright.]

”God damn, woman… Just what kind of strategy did you use in that week of trading? I canʼt believe a gentle soul like you has a class named tyrant…”

At my exclamation, Jasmine couldnʼt help but burst into jovial laughter that lasted for a good few seconds. After calming down, she slyly glanced up into my eyes and decreed, ”Iʼve never been a good girl like Blossom… Iʼve always been a criminal at heart. Fuck the rules.”

This auburn-haired woman was providing me with a series of shocking revelations. Who knew she would curse? However… ”I agree, a hundred percent.”

”Hehe! Of course you do, Mister Primordial Criminal.”

Ignoring her jab, I couldnʼt help but rethink her role in our system. I asked her to be the grand overseer, managing the realm Iʼll one day have under my name while my other ladies and I go to war or explore new lands. However, with this awesome class, stuffing her schedule full of administration and politics no longer seemed ideal.

”I think you should become our finance minister, or whatever weʼll call the role. Basically, the woman who manages our wealth.”

Jasmine gasped, visibly surprised by my words. ”What about the role Iʼve been training for?”

”It was kind of a whim of mine. I felt bad about leaving you behind while I went on to have fun with the others, so I wanted to give you a role thatʼll make you as important as possible to make up for it in my mind. However, now itʼs become clear that doing so will hurt your future prospects. ṝ𝒶𐌽Ỗ𝖇Èʂ

Thankfully, itʼs not like the hours you spent studying for the role will be wasted; a finance head needs to have a good understanding of politics and government, even if she herself doesnʼt partake in it directly. If we canʼt find a proper overseer by the time comes, I guess it can be Sylvaris. She has a lot of experience managing her Vaelorith clan. Or weʼll find another solution, donʼt worry about it.”

She eyed me for a few seconds with uncertainty written in her very fabric of being, but then, a giant smile erupted on her features. ”Sounds lovely,” she said, leaning in for our third kiss of the minute.

It wasnʼt hard to guess I put unneeded pressure on her shoulders by my admittedly random whim. I have to make sure I donʼt rush to conclusions like this in the future.

”Zzz… Hrnk… Master… Blossom… loves…!” Sudden sounds disrupted our kiss, and I let Jasmine down from my arms, preparing to welcome my other ladies back into reality.

The adorable sight of a snoring Blossom getting poked on the cheek by Rosie came into our vision, making both Jasmine and I chuckle at the adorable display.

After the third poke, the blonde-haired dog girl of mine parted her eyelids, revealing her beautiful, big blue eyes.

But then, Blossomʼs entire form wavered for an instant, as though the world itself hesitated to decide whether she belonged in it. Shadow bled from her figure, curling and twisting around her like living ink, before she suddenly blinked forward—no, she didnʼt move so much as exist in a new place entirely.

Before I could react, my face was assaulted by a barrage of wet, loving licks.

”Master! Master! Master!!”

Blossomʼs voice was muffled between each affectionate kiss. Her arms wrapped around me while her fluffy tail wagged so wildly that I swore it could generate a breeze. Even as I held her, her form still flickered at the edges, as if reality itself struggled to hold her shape.

”Now just whatʼs going on with you...”