The First Patriarch: Streaming My Cosmic Harem

Chapter 44: Chapter 44: The F*CK...

The golden rays of the morning sun cut sharply through the heavy velvet drapes, signaling the arrival of a new day that Azriel’s battered body wasn’t entirely prepared to face.

Last night had gone completely off the rails.

Rosalind had turned into an absolute, untamed beast, dominating him relentlessly through the dark hours.

But as he lay tangled in the messy, love-soaked sheets, Azriel noticed something fascinating about his own progress.

His stamina was aggressively scaling up.

During the first time, he had been a broken man after just a few rounds, but last night, his body had adapted to the rhythm.

Every time his system stamina bar red-lined, he would reach over, down a glowing green healing potion to return his muscles to their prime, and dive straight back into the fray.

He was lasting longer.

His baseline endurance was evolving through pure, unadulterated physical conditioning.

As he lay there, a quiet mental command brought up his floating status interface.

He was lasting longer. His baseline endurance was evolving through pure, unadulterated physical conditioning, forged in the fires of their relentless nocturnal marathons.

As he lay there, basking in the quiet hum of his adapting body, a silent mental command brought up his floating translucent status screen.

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[ PRIMORDIAL STATUS ]

Name: Azriel Amaros (Formerly: Azriel Ross)

Age: 19

Race: Beastman - Nocthari (Black Panther Lineage)

Title: Blessed by Primordial of Lust and Purity

Class: Divine Charmer (Rank: S)

Hidden Class: Primordial Soul Streamer (Rank: Primordial)

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

Level: 1 (Exp: 30/100)

System Wallet: 19,576 Karma Points (KP)

[ STATS ]

Aether Capacity: 10

Physical Prowess: 14 -> 15

Charisma: 1000

Endurance: 18 -> 21

Stat Points: 0

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A lazy, victorious smile spread across his face as his eyes scanned the blue-tinted text. His Physical Prowess and Endurance stats had both ticked upward.

While a jump of a few points might have seemed minor to a GrandMaster like Rosalind, to Azriel, it was undeniable proof that his body was actively breaking past its limits.

He was literally growing stronger just by matching her rhythm.

His gaze then flicked down to his updated Karma Point balance. Seeing the newly accumulated 19,576 KP sitting securely in his wallet, his smile turned sharper.

Last night, right after Rosalind had pounced on him, he had subtly initiated his third livestream.

Unlike the previous public broadcasts, this one was strictly locked behind a [Members-Only Stream].

[Stream Broadcast Summary & Earnings Report]

Stream Title: Private Training: Under the Duchess’s Heel (Members Only Stream)

Total Stream Duration: 8 Hours 45 Minutes

Revenue Breakdown:

Exclusive Tier Gifts & Tips: 4,180 Karma Points (KP)

Emergency Member Upgrades (New Activations): 350 Users × 10 KP = 3,500 Karma Points (KP)

Gross Total Revenue: 7,680 Karma Points

Platform Host Cut (55% AURELIAS Network Fee): -4,224 Karma Points

Net Creator Payout: +3,456 Karma Points

[System Wallet Balance Updated: 19,576 KP]

The earnings were noticeably lower than his explosive previous streams, but Azriel wasn’t disappointed.

It was a restricted, member-only broadcast, the revenue came entirely from high-rolling goddess donors and desperate viewers who explicitly paid the entry fee just to unlock the exclusive bedroom archive.

Nearly twenty thousand total Karma Points sat comfortably in his wallet.

The system store was completely primed for a shopping spree.

But as he closed the system screen, a sudden memory of the late-night antics flashed in his mind, making his face burn with a mix of amusement and genuine embarrassment.

The pictures.

True to her playful vow in the office, Rosalind had used her Runepad.

At one point in the dead of night, when Azriel was completely spent, panting heavily against the pillows while she kept herself firmly anchored over his lower half, she had snapped several thoroughly embarrassing photos of his exhausted, conquered face.

She had smirked down at him, waving the glowing screen in front of his eyes like a trophy.

A completely unprompted, soft smile tugged at Azriel’s lips as he looked at her sleeping figure beside him.

He was gradually, undeniably coming to love this fierce cat-kin woman.

Yes, she had an aggressive, deeply ingrained instinctual need to pin him down, control him, and dominate the space they shared.

But beneath that lethal GrandMaster armor lay the woman who planted wild monster-seeds from her childhood, the woman who blushed furiously over toddler sweets, and the woman who was slowly, deliberately peeling back her walls to expose her vulnerabilities to him.

With every shared breath and honest conversation, her trust in him was solidifying.

She was genuinely opening up, learning to lean on someone else for the first time in centuries.

Azriel’s violet eyes darkened with a mixture of profound warmth and deep, unyielding masculine ambition.

He was a playboy from Earth, sure, but he wasn’t a heartless bastard.

He wasn’t living this life just to conquer and dominate women for the shallow thrill of power or the entertainment of higher-realm deities.

He wanted to show her what a real man was.

Though his ultimate goal remained unchanged, to grow strong enough to eventually flip the script, overpower her on that bed, and take the dominant reins completely, he also wanted to show her what it truly felt like to be taken care of.

In a hyper-matriarchal world where women carried every burden, fought every war, and stood as the shields of society, he wanted to spoil her.

He wanted to give her the pure, unadulterated joy of simply being a woman who could fully let go of her responsibilities, knowing her man was strong enough to shoulder the entire world for her.

Gently shifting his arm, he pulled her soft, sleeping body closer against his chest. Rosalind let out a tiny, contented purr in her sleep, her head nuzzling deeper into his shoulder.

Azriel smiled, his fingers lightly stroking the smooth, white fur of her tail as he called up the interface with a quiet mental command, eager to see what his newly accumulated fortune could buy.

’System, open the Karma Shop.’

Instantly, a massive, glowing holographic display materialized in his retinas.

Azriel expected a basic, ancient-looking list of skills, but his modern Earthling brain immediately recognized the layout.

It was exactly like the e-commerce websites from his previous world.

There was a scrolling banner at the top showcasing "Limited Time Flash Deals," separate tabs for Bloodline Reagents, Combat Tech, and Divine Artifacts, and a personalized "Recommended For You" section based on his recent streaming data.

Rows of top-tier, legendary products were lined up right at the front page, complete with hyper-realistic 3D preview icons, star ratings from higher-realm deities, and bold, glowing price tags.

Azriel’s eyes eagerly scanned the first few items on the trending list.

But the moment his gaze locked onto the actual numbers required to purchase them, his heart skipped a beat, and his romantic, protective thoughts evaporated into pure, unadulterated shock.

"The FUCK..." he hissed under his breath, his eyes nearly popping out of his skull.