The First Patriarch: Streaming My Cosmic Harem

Chapter 4: Chapter 4: Squeezing a Cloud Made of Silk and Starlight

Azriel processed the information, his mind racing to connect the dots between interdimensional deity and... digital content creator.

"So, let me get this straight," Azriel said, gesturing vaguely at the air.

"You pulled me from the afterlife and dropped me into this fantasy world just to turn me into a streamer?"

"In a nutshell, yes," Seraphine chirped, inspecting her glowing nails.

"And you have not only given me an S Rank Divine Charmer Class, but you also gave me this Primordial-ranked Hidden class: [Primordial Soul Streamer]."

"Guilty as charged."

Azriel crossed his arms, his black panther ears giving a skeptical flick.

"Alright, fine. I’ve seen enough webnovels to know how this goes. But what exactly am I supposed to be streaming? Epic dungeon raids? Alchemy tutorials? ASMR of me sharpening a sword?"

"Sex," she stated.

The silence that followed was absolute.

Azriel stared at the Goddess with deadpan eyes, waiting for the punchline.

It never came.

"I’m sorry, what?"

"Sex. Obviously," she said, as if explaining why the sky was blue.

"What better way to show off your dominant side? In a universe where men are treated like delicate porcelain dolls, seeing a man actually take charge, a man who knows he’s the predator and not the prey, would make the ladies of the AUREALIS Network melt. They’ll be drowning in their own excitement."

"Trust me, the ’Dominant Male’ tag is trending, but most of them are just cosplaying."

"You? You’re the real deal."

Azriel rubbed his temples. "So, you’re basically telling me to be a manwhore for the multiverse."

"Ugh, such a vulgar term," she sighed, though her nonchalance vanished in an instant.

Her pink pupils flared with a sudden, hungry light.

"I’m not saying you only have to stream sex. You can stream whatever you want, traveling, fighting, eating... but," she leaned in, her voice dropping to a lustful, shaky whisper that sent a shiver down his spine.

"I would really prefer it if you streamed the sex."

"Sigh, all of this is great," Azriel said, leaning back as he processed the cosmic scale of her plan.

"But what do I actually get out of this? What’s my end of the bargain?"

Seraphine’s eyes sparkled with the promise of forbidden power.

"You can become a god in this universe, Little Az."

"Everyone here is born with a class, and they level up by performing actions tied to that destiny. Your class is a Primordial Streamer, but not for mere mortals."

"You will be watched by goddesses, ancient entities, and high-ranking beings across the entire AUREALIS Network. You will level up through Experience Points gained from your viewership and engagement, growing stronger with every soul that watches you."

She traced a finger along the air, where a faint holographic interface flickered.

"You will also receive Karma coins through those statistics and direct donations."

"You can convert those points to boost your attributes or use them to purchase items from the Karma Shop."

"The inventory updates every month, so you’ll need to check the listings carefully. I’ll let you explore the specifics of the interface on your own later."

Azriel’s black ears twitched with genuine interest. "Hmm. So, if I play my cards right, I can actually become a god?"

"Yes," she answered simply.

"A real god? On the same level as the goddesses, unlike the other ’gods’ in this world who are capped by their gender and low-tier classes?"

"Exactly," she purred, her gaze lingering on his face.

Azriel leaned forward, his violet eyes locking onto hers with a sudden, burning ambition. "And can I become a Primordial God? Like you?"

"Obviously," she gestured toward his floating interface. "Your class rank is literally ’Primordial.’ The path is already laid out for you."

Azriel’s gaze dropped, traveling slowly over her devastating curves without even a hint of modesty.

He made no effort to hide his intentions.

"Then tell me... when I grow that strong, can I really fuck you?"

Seraphine didn’t flinch. If anything, her smile grew more predatory.

"Yes, you can."

"Then I agree," Azriel said, his voice firm.

"I’ll become the greatest streamer, and the greatest manwhore, this universe has ever seen. And then, I’m coming for you."

"I’m so happy you’ve seen reason, hehehe~" Seraphine giggled, her form beginning to shimmer like a dying star.

"Well, my time is up. You can find the rest of the details about your class in the system screen."

Just as her light began to fade, Azriel lunged forward and grabbed her hands.

"W-wait! Can I..."

"Can I grab your ass? Just once? If you’re okay with it, of course."

"What?"

The atmosphere in the room plummeted.

Her eyes turned into twin daggers of glacial ice, the power of a Primordial Goddess making the very walls groan.

"Pleaseeeee!" Azriel begged, his black ears twitching with a mix of terror and desperation.

"Can’t I just have a feel for just once? Think of it as a down payment. It would be a huge motivation for me to reach the top!"

She stared at him for an agonizing minute, her cold gaze weighing his soul.

Finally, she let out a soft, resigned sigh. "Fine. You can. But just a grab."

"Yes! Just one grab!"

Azriel didn’t waste a second. He stepped into her divine radiance, pulling her into a brief hug as his hand swept down to claim its prize.

The moment his palm met her flesh, he felt like he had breached the gates of paradise.

It wasn’t just a body, it was the physical manifestation of the heavens.

It was impossibly soft, yet possessed a firm, celestial recoil that felt like he was squeezing a cloud made of silk and starlight.

The warmth of her skin felt like a summer sun on a field of lilies, and the sheer, plush volume of her was so perfect it bordered on the divine.

It was a weight so heavenly, so perfectly sculpted, that for a moment, Azriel forgot how to breathe.

It was as if he was holding the very concept of pleasure in the palm of his hand, a firm, rounded miracle that promised him that whatever trials Tartarus held, the reward at the end was worth every drop of blood.

"Perfect..." he whispered into the void as she vanished, leaving him alone with the lingering heat of a goddess still burning on his fingertips.

He looked down at his lap and let out a long, low whistle.

"Damn... I’m going to need some time to calm this buddy down."