Primordial Villain With A Slave Harem

"Yeah… They sort of consider us their allies, and Broderick treats me like his best pal for some reason."

"Hahaha! No way! What are the chances that you know the person I idolized for such a long time?"

"Quite small I suppose. Anyhow, get ready within an hour if you wish to come. I will introduce my household to them, and ask him a few important questions and favors. We will also begin using his private training facility moving forward."

He threw his pen right at his bed, staining it in the process, then began undressing from his more comfy clothes, not at all caring for the presence of a mature lady in his room.

What a strange person. Maybe he will hit it off with the Whale Humper well. Unlike me, they are both certified weirdos.

In an hour we all got ready, twins included, and headed towards the hidden pathway that would lead us to their mansion. I hope that Aurelion, Jasmine's father who is the Consortium merchant guy that wanted to recruit me had since given up surveilling his mansion in order to unveil my real identity, but it's better to be safe than sorry.

"Bro! I thought you'd already forgotten about your best bro!" The bulky man greeted us as soon as we left the pathway. Seems like he had a way of sensing when someone was traversing through, as all three of his wives were also present, their girthy frames filling up the luxurious hallway specifically made with them in mind size-wise.

I could never get used to the sight of the incalculable amount of chins each of them sported.

"Quinlan, Hana and Luna! So good to see you!" Marjorie exclaimed with a happy grin. "I see you have brought in more people with you. Care to introduce us?"

I nod, "This lovely girl is my third woman, Aurora."

"Hi!" She cheered with an excited wave of her hand. It seems she liked the way I introduced her, especially since I was grabbing onto her behind and squeezing it firmly in a supportive gesture to calm her nerves while I said my sentence.

For a person like her, these adventurers might as well be monsters considering not only their levels but overwhelming frames. Broderick is sporting a low body fat percentage, sure, but he is still incredibly overbearing with muscles.

"Now we have an equal amount of ladies, bro!" The man in question noted with an approving nod while examining Aurora. "I like this one the most. She has a nice, healthy frame!"

He received three punches from three different directions. """Our sincere apologies, guys, he meant nothing bad by it!""" The three wives shouted at us worriedly.

I'm not offended, for I knew he would like Aurora's slightly plump frame the most. She is not at all fat, but she doesn't have the war goddess physique of my other two girls. There's a minuscule belly I can grab onto, and well, her private assets speak for themselves, even while being hidden by her clothes.

"This is Anna and Beatrice, my two servants." I nudge the conversation forward, introducing them first, since technically they have higher ranks in my household than the architect slaves.

""We greet your lord and ladies."" They said in unison while curtsying gracefully.

"Ohh! Such well-trained girls for their young age!" One of the wives exclaimed proudly.

"They were about to be forced into child prostitution by some shitty gang called Wraithclaws, have you heard of them?" I decide to drop a bomb on them with little care for decorum.

"Hmm? Last time I checked they were some upstart gang of peasants who decided to charge protection money. The usual villager stuff. We weren't aware that they were dabbling in human trafficking." Marjorie responded.

"In recent years they acquired some nasty drug supply from the Consortium that they've been distributing to destitute villagers, and when they can't pay they sell everything they own for the chance of getting high again."

"Oh… Then things are quite difficult. We've agreed not to meddle in Consortium business so that we can live in Braedon peacefully. Sorry, Quinlan, but we can't exterminate them." She decreed dejectedly.

"Don't worry about it. Once I become a Vesper Phenom we will see from the inside what really is going on. Moving on, these two are my architects whom I bought in hopes of creating a construction business, and maybe my own home sometime later too."

I've elected to hide the fact that I'm building my stronghold in the middle of nowhere. I can trust these people to a degree, but I don't wish to reveal more cards than necessary. My underlings have also been strictly instructed not to divulge information.

"My name is Ronan! I've admired you four ever since you saved me when I was almost killed by ugly monsters twenty years ago. It's a joyous day to meet you!" He decreed jovially with a blissful grin erupting onto his face. The man finally met his idols. I wonder if he will be disappointed.

After all, they say it's best not to meet your heroes in real life if you don't want to break the illusion, it's best to admire them from afar.

"Then why didn't you become a fighter?" Ayame asked curiously.

"I've tried, but I realized that I hate sweating- if it's done outside a lady's bedroom- with a burning passion so I instead became an architect."

"Should've guessed..." It's fair to say my petite lover wasn't impressed.

"I like your glasses, dude." Broderick gave a thumbs up.

"Nice to meet you, young man." Marjorie welcomed their new fan, followed by the other two. They must be quite used to being fawned over as Mithril ranks, and being the city's most prominent adventurers.

Iselda also introduced herself, after which we moved to the lounge area, where my girls, the twins, and my architects began discussing things with the three wives, while Ayame and I sat a bit further apart with Broderick. I wanted to ask him about our potential business partners, the monster material merchants.

I have to make sure that they harbor no ill will towards us, and simply wish to use me as a good supplier. Beyond that, I also want to know what he thinks of the Vesper Phenom rank and the test needed to acquire it.