The First Patriarch: Streaming My Cosmic Harem

Chapter 9: Chapter 9: Captain Nyra

"Don’t you want to know what the actual plan is for this stream?"

[Moon_Priestess_99] (Cyan): Yes! Tell us!

[Crimson_Fury] (White): Simp.

[Lusty_Sera] (Golden): I’ve been waiting since the start, but you just had to stir the pot first, didn’t you?

[God_Slayer_Klara] (Red): Start talking, male, or I will find a way to reach through this screen and cut you into ribbons.

"Okay, okay. Here’s the deal..." Azriel stepped out of the shower, the steam clinging to his damp skin as he grabbed a towel.

"As you’ve gathered, this is my second life. But what you don’t know is that the clock started exactly one hour ago. I’ve been in this world for sixty minutes, tops."

[Moon_Priestess_99] (Cyan): What?! Really?

[God_Slayer_Klara] (Red): You’ve only been there an hour, and you’re already broadcasting to the Heavens?

"Well, my Goddess isn’t exactly known for her patience. What was I supposed to do?" Azriel said with a dry smirk.

[I_Love_Leaf] (Golden): You’re far too restless, Sera. You should have at least let the boy find his bearings before throwing him to the wolves.

[Lusty_Sera] (Golden): I’ve been waiting a literal millennium for a drop of decent entertainment! I wasn’t about to waste another second on ’adjusting.’ I wanted drama.

[Crimson_Fury] (White): By ’drama,’ we all know you mean ’Sex.’

[I_Love_Leaf] (Golden): Same same.

[Moon_Priestess_99] (Cyan): but different.

[Crimson_Fury] (White): Simp.

[Moon_Priestess_99] (Cyan): hey stop calling me a simp!

[Crimson_Fury] (White): simp

[I_Love_Leaf] (Golden): simp

[God_Slayer_Klara] (Red): simp

[Moon_Priestess_99] (Cyan): please STOP this...Patri-...Azriel continue it...

"Anyway," Azriel continued, ignoring the divine bickering as he dried off.

"After I got transmigrated here, I was genuinely thrilled to get a second lease on life. And when my goddess bestowed her blessing, things got ten times better, I mean, I literally awakened the Divine Charmer class."

His expression darkened slightly as he reached for a towel.

"But that happiness was short-lived. Just take a look at the ink on my neck. That’s not a fashion statement, and it sure as hell wasn’t my choice. It’s a fucking slave tattoo."

He traced the brand with his finger, his eyes narrowing.

"The person who bought me decided I’d make a lovely gift for Duchess Rosalind. And in this world, she’s famous for executing any man she deems ’unworthy’."

He leaned closer to the Soul Camera, a few wet strands of hair dripping onto his shoulders.

"So, my Goddess gave me a simple ’survival’ mission: don’t get executed by the Duchess."

A slow, wicked smirk crossed his face.

"But just surviving? That’s not nearly entertaining enough for a premium broadcast."

He paused, locking his gaze with the invisible audience.

"The goal tonight isn’t to just be recognized as some pretty sex slave. It’s to become something more. Something she can’t categorize."

"Tonight, I’m going to make a woman who has seen everything feel something entirely new."

[Frost_Queen_Elsa] (Cyan): Now that might actually be worth the stream.

[Moon_Priestess_99] (Cyan): I agree! I can already imagine her expression when he doesn’t just crumble like the others.

[Crimson_Fury] (White): Hahaha... let’s see if you’re as good with a Duchess as you are with your tongue, Patriarch. The show is finally getting interesting.

Azriel didn’t bother responding with words.

He simply looked into the camera and let a slow, dangerous smile spread across his face, the kind of look that made the "Simp" in the chat swoon and the skeptics hold their breath.

He didn’t need to tell them he was ready, his eyes said everything.

He walked toward the massive wardrobe and swung the doors open, revealing a collection of regal attire that screamed opulence.

Over his shoulders, he draped a black and violet cape embroidered with intricate, flowing designs that billowed subtly with his movements.

[ LIVE CHAT ]

[Lusty_Sera] (Golden): Sexy.

[Crimson_Fury] (White): Average at best. Hmph.

[I_Love_Leaf] (Golden): Handsome. Truly.

[Moon_Priestess_99] (Cyan): So good! So sexy! So cute! I’m dying!

[Crimson_Fury] (White): Ultimate Simp.

Azriel let out a short laugh as the chat continued to scroll.

Then, his expression sharpened with a sudden thought. ’System, can I temporarily suppress my stats?’

[ SYSTEM MESSAGE ] Affirmative, Host. Manual suppression is available.

With a mental flick, he dialed his Charisma down from the divine 1000 to a mundane 25.

The reaction was instantaneous. The viewer count had surged to 413, and the chat was flooded with confusion.

[I_Love_Leaf] (Golden): Hmmm... why do you suddenly feel less... visible?

[Moon_Priestess_99] (Cyan): Yeah... why aren’t you looking as cute anymore? What happened?

[Angelic_Sword_Valerius] (Red): It feels like he just fell from the heavens back to the mud. The divine spark is gone.

[Crimson_Fury] (White): Heh! I knew it! This bastard was using some high-end beauty filter to look good and it just glitched out. Fake!

Azriel simply smiled at the screen.

"It’s nothing. I just manually reduced my charm from 1000 to 25. And for the record? I don’t use filters. I swear it on the name of the First Patriarch."

[Crimson_Fury] (White): "FiRsT PaTrIaRcH," my ass! Fuck you!

[Angelic_Sword_Valerius] (Red): Why would you willingly make yourself less attractive?

[Moon_Priestess_99] (Cyan): Yeah, Az! Why?!

"You’ll see," Azriel murmured.

He took one last look in the mirror, his confidence unwavering even without his divine aura, and walked toward the heavy bedroom doors.

He pushed them open, stepping into the hallway, and found a beauty standing directly in his path.

She was stunning, more beautiful than any supermodel Earth had ever produced. She didn’t compare to Seraphine, of course; nobody could compare to a Primordial Goddess.

The woman before him had raven-black hair that faded into snowy white at the tips, framing a face dominated by sharp, emerald-green eyes.

Her body was a masterpiece of athletic perfection, her arms and legs toned from what looked like a lifetime of combat.

She wore battle-worn leather armor that hugged her curves, paired with rugged leather pants and boots.

Two black cat ears with white fur at the tips twitched atop her head, and a black tail, tipped with that same white fur, flicked rhythmically behind her.

Locking eyes with her, Azriel activated [Primordial Insight]. A translucent panel materialized in his vision, stripping away her secrets.

[ PRIMORDIAL INSIGHT: TARGET DATA ]

Name: Captain Nyra

Race: Bastati (High-Cat Sub-race)

Stage: Master

Status: Irritated / Impatient

As her gaze landed on him, she snapped, "You are late."

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