Primordial Villain With A Slave Harem

"Wait a second, Blossom. There's something I want to try out. You see, your master is not exactly a human… And I have an unlockable ability that I've been eyeing for a long time but I didn't want to waste my points on it. But, in this situation, it would no longer be a waste, would it?"

She clearly doesn't understand my words, which becomes evident by the perplexed look on her face, but I ignore her for a second. She will get my meaning right after I get the ability I desperately wanted to unlock since I laid my eyes on it during that night when I discovered my unique unlockable class, the Primordial Villain.

[Primordial Breeding Physique]

[Primordials are unique existences with the greatest adaptability in not only combat, but also reproduction. Primordials are capable of conceiving offspring with any race due to their extreme compatibility with all species, and to make the process effective their physique can be adapted to satisfy a large number of partners.

Primordial Breeding Physique upgrades one's body's interior and exterior to give the best environment to sire as many strong children as possible.]

[Requirements: Primordial Race, Primordial Level 3, Unused Skill Points 3.]

Aaaand points spent.

…

Aaaand it's starting once again.

Body reconstruction.

The moment the excruciating pain begins, I can't help but collapse onto the floor, writhing in agony as my body undergoes its brutal transformation. My bones crack and reform, muscles tear and rebuild, and my skin feels like it's being ripped apart. I can't hold back the groans and cries of pain, the sensation overwhelming me as my entire being is reshaped.

Blossom's eyes widen in horror as she sees me fall to the ground, convulsing with the intensity of the change. "Master!" she screams, panic lacing her voice as she rushes to my side, dropping to her knees beside me. Her hands hover over me, trembling as she desperately tries to figure out how to help, but she's completely at a loss.

Through the haze of pain, I manage to gasp out, "Blossom... it's... it's okay..." My voice is strained, but I force out the words, trying to reassure her. "I've been through this... before... when I first became...

a Primordial..."

Tears well up in her eyes as she looks down at me, clearly torn between wanting to believe me and the sheer terror of seeing me in such agony. She clutches my hand tightly, her voice trembling. "But Master... it looks so painful... Blossom doesn't want Master to suffer..."

I grit my teeth, the pain intensifying as my bones continue to snap and rearrange, my muscles burning with the force of their rapid growth. "It is... painful... but it's necessary..."

'Why the fuck is this so painful?! I thought it would just make my dick bigger and able to shoot its juices more often… It's worse than my first transformation! Goddess, I really need an explanation!!!' I exclaim inwardly. Fucking system and its shit descriptions. Did a first grader write those messages? Does the Goddess suffer from dysgraphia?

There was literally no warning that I would have to go through this horrible experience again.

Blossom's grip on my hand tightens, her expression a mixture of fear and helplessness. She doesn't let go, though, staying right by my side as my body contorts and stretches, her presence a comfort amidst the storm of physical torment. Every inch of my being screams in protest as I grow taller, broader, more powerful, but I focus on her, on the concern in her eyes.

It gives me the strength to endure the crippling pain.

The process feels like it lasts an eternity, each second dragging out as my body is forcibly reconstructed. My height increases, muscles bulge, and my face morphs into a more chiseled version of itself. My hair lengthens, becoming a mane of wild, flowing locks, and my entire physique becomes something more- something primal.

When the changes finally begin to slow, the pain starts to ebb, leaving behind a powerful new form. I lay there, panting, sweat pouring off me as I try to catch my breath. Blossom hovers over me, her hands still on mine, her face filled with concern and a touch of awe as she takes in my transformed appearance.

She begins sniffing me intently, resembling a canine who is trying to unearth a great mystery. I can tell just by a glance that she is asking 'is this person really my master? How is this possible?!'

My physical appearance really did go through a big change this time, huh?

I let her continue her eager investigation until she gets to fulfill her curiosity. In the meantime I settle to gently pat her head, trying to reassure her that it is, in fact, still me.

"Master!" Blossom jerks her head up to look at me as she shouts the result of her canine-themed investigation with absolute confidence. It seems the inspection finished in less than a minute. I was honestly expecting it to last a good five minutes at the bare minimum.

I bring my hands to my face and begin my own investigation. Sadly there's no mirror to inspect myself in this rundown inn, or perhaps in the entire world, so this is the best I can do for now. "How do I look?" I ask the only one in the room who can properly compare the new me to the old one.

"Master is even more handsome than before! Blossom feels strange inside!" I can't help but chuckle at her adorable antics. I guess my 'compatibility with all races' part is having an effect on her. Perhaps she can instinctively tell that the way I'm now, I can be her actual mate, and not just a partner of pleasure. Even if she herself doesn't understand it yet, her body certainly does.

I stand to better examine myself and notice that my height has changed drastically. I went from 185 cm (6 feet) to about two meters tall (6'6"). Now I'm truly a towering figure in this medieval setting. I've seen tall people here before, but they are much rarer than in my previous world from my limited experience.