The First Patriarch: Streaming My Cosmic Harem

Chapter 12: Chapter 12: Shut Up and Take My Karma Points!

"How are you this beautiful?"

She couldn’t help herself.

In all her years of ruling the East, she had never seen a being, man or woman, possess such divine perfection.

Azriel didn’t answer with words.

Instead, he simply smirked and flicked his wrist, projecting a truncated version of his status screen into the air between them, hiding only his most sensitive secrets.

...

[ STATUS ]

Name: Azriel Amaros

Age: 19

Race: Beastman - Nocthari (Black Panther Lineage)

Title: Blessed by Primordial of Lust and Purity

Bloodline: Abyssal Ardor (Rank: D, Potential: SSS+)

Class: Divine Charmer (Rank: S)

Level: 1 (Exp: 0/100)

...

Rosalind’s jaw dropped.

The sight of it was a physical blow to her aristocratic pride.

Not only had he awakened at the "impossible" age of nineteen, but he had manifested an S-Rank class.

In this world, men were lucky to scrape together a C-Rank awakening.

A man with an S-Rank class was unprecedented, a miracle or a myth come to life.

But when her eyes drifted down to the bloodline rank, her face went pale with a touch of genuine fear. SSS+.

What the hell was he?

The realization hit her like a lightning strike.

That fool Duchess Katarina had traded away a miracle for a few merchant favors.

Katarina had lost a god-tier talent, and Rosalind had gained him.

She stopped thinking about his gender and started thinking about the implications.

She could pour resources into him.

She could forge him into a hidden powerhouse to decimate her rivals.

She could use him to dominate the upcoming Great Event.

And, most importantly, she finally had a partner who felt worthy of her.

A dark, possessive gleam entered her golden eyes.

This wasn’t just a toy anymore, this was her most precious treasure, and she would tear the world apart before letting another woman touch him.

She leaned down, her white hair cascading over his shoulders like a silken cage, and pulled him into another kiss, this one wilder, deeper, and far more possessive than the first.

She used her tongue to pry open his mouth, and he met her with a smirk, yielding only to counter-attack.

The battle for dominance began right there.

Their tongues clashed and danced in a frantic struggle for control, for Rosalind, it was the first time in decades she had felt truly challenged, let alone by a slave, a man.

Had it been any other male, she would have ended his life on the spot for such insolence.

But as she looked into those fearless violet eyes, she found herself relishing the defiance.

This man was different, he was better, more potent than any woman she had ever known.

Her golden eyes flared with heat as she hauled him upward.

He rose with her, eventually straddling her lap, his thighs parted over her regal gown as he claimed the higher ground, kissing her from above with the authority of a king.

When she finally pulled back, her breath was ragged, her composure shattered.

Driven by an impulse she could no longer restrain, she vanished from the throne room in a blur of Aether and reappeared in her pristine white bedroom.

The chamber was a sanctuary of ivory and silk, broken only by subtle accents of black.

She threw him onto the massive bed with a strength born of her Grand Master stage cultivation and climbed over him, her hands moving with frantic intent toward his groin.

Just as her fingers closed around his length, Azriel’s smirk widened.

With a silent mental command, he activated the Exclusive Content function of the stream.

[ AUREALIS NETWORK: SYSTEM NOTIFICATION ]

[CAUTION]: Host has activated [PRIME-ACCESS MODE].

[NOTICE]: The broadcast is now restricted to Verified Tier-1 Supporters and Divine Patrons.

The moment the notification flashed across the screens of a thousand goddesses and divine entities, the collective calm of the higher planes shattered.

Across a hundred dimensions, celestial palaces echoed with the sound of elegant curses and frantic tapping.

Goddesses who had lived for eons in bored tranquility were now scrambling like mortals, their fingers blurring as they shoveled Karma-Points into the subscription portal just to keep the connection from cutting to black.

...

In the celestial realm of the Silver Moon Palace, a figure was practically vibrating with panic.

Moon Priestess_99 was gasping for air, her porcelain skin flushed pink as she frantically stabbed her translucent fingers at the glowing projection floating before her.

The sudden black screen and the flashing red [PRIME-ACCESS MODE] warning had nearly given her a heart attack.

"No, no, no! Don’t you dare cut off right there!" she squealed, her pristine robes rustling as she completely abandoned her divine poise.

She didn’t give a single damn about the Karma Points.

Ten points, a hundred points, a thousand points, it didn’t matter. She just needed to see what Azriel was going to do to that Duchess.

Her hand blurred as she smashed the ’Subscribe’ button, desperately waiting for the system to process her transaction.

"Take my points! Take them all! Just put him back on my screen!"

Meanwhile, across a sprawling cosmic domain filled with the scent of burnt bones and blood, a completely different kind of chaos was unfolding.

"Ten Karma Points?!"

Crimson_Fury roared, her voice shaking the foundations of her obsidian palace.

She was a towering, magnificent sight, a tanned, intensely muscular goddess with a wild, voluminous mane of fiery red hair that seemed to crackle with actual sparks when she was angry.

She slammed a heavily toned fist onto her armrest, her crimson eyes blazing.

"That arrogant, opportunistic little bastard! He baits us with his face, gets us hooked, and then locks the damn bedroom doors behind a paywall?! A hundred points for a mortal stream? Is he insane?!"

She cursed up and down the heavens, swearing she would personally descend to his world just to wring his handsome neck.

Yet, even as her furious tirade echoed through the halls, her hand was already moving.

With a venomous click, she slammed her thumb onto the prompt.

She cursed violently as the system deducted the points, but there was no way in hell she was missing the main event.

All over the higher planes, the exact same ridiculous scene was playing out.

Divine entities, warlord goddesses, and ancient matriarchs who hadn’t felt their blood pump in millennia were throwing uncharacteristic temper tantrums, frantically buying into the membership like starstruck mortals.