Transmigrated As The Perverted Young Master

Cringeness took over his body as he said those words to Maelys. It was something you know would taste awful but nonetheless, you try it and let your taste buds be decayed.

But that doesn't mean it didn't work out as Maelys nodded and said. "Yeah, I will." Before speeding out of the room.

The plan was going perfectly in motion. He now has two options; Either to stay here and taste Maelys or to rescue Luther and his servants along with Calen's sister Celeste.

The first option was too dangerous. There are many uncertainties and anomalies in this path. As the fate of Luther and even Celeste was hanging on his dick's desire.

"Ufff… It is hard. Maelys is really worth a hundred Luther. Celeste is also a hotty. Mhmm… Ahhh!"

He decided against going with his dick's desire and for the first time, decided to think about the future.

Saving Celeste has its own benefits while leaving them can cause Calen to come after him for answers.

This way Calen will be in debt to him and Celeste, being the big sis can nag her younger brother for trying up their savior.

"…He~ He~ He~ Its time to meet the other beauty~" He rubbed his hands together with a perverted smile.

***

Meanwhile, on the other side of the fort two swords were clashing against each other.

Each time the swords meet, sparks flew from them. The ripple of energy the exchange creates sweeps the floor of any dust.

'She's strong. Perhaps the strongest one I've faced.' Calen thought as he gauged his opponent. 'She's strong but young. If she's to grow more then she can be a truly formidable opponent. That cannot be happening. I need to cut her down!'

Maelys had a passive expression on her face. She understood the man before her is strong. Strong but naïve. If he were to have proper guidance and discipline he can undoubtedly become very strong. Perhaps stronger than her master.

"Who are you? Why are you here?" Maelys asked as she steadied her sword, pointing at her opponent.

"…That's what I want to ask too. Who're you people? Why did you abduct my family?" He also pointed his swords at her. It was clear, despite being strong, he was exhausted from the previous battles.

Whereas Maelys was fresh to the battle, the winner was already decided.

"…Are you a Zadkiel too?"

"What? No! I'm talking about my sister. The other people you abducted."

"Ahhh… Them. They touched something they shouldn't have. This all stems from the gem you mined from the Goldberry hill. We're just following our orders. Give the gem back and you shall be free to go?" She presented an ultimatum.

She was not the type to simply attack people without a reason though if provoked she can be wild as a dragon's rage.

"HA HA HA~ You think I shudder in fear hearing your threats? Then you're a fool. I'm Calen of Aldmoor. The Hero of the World, someone like you cannot defeat me nor have worth to order me. Growl on the floor and you shall be free or else taste my sword…" Calen proclaimed loudly of his arrogance and power. The people around the two contestants shuddered in fear as the aura from Calen was too much.

But Maelys was different.

"Fool." Maelys dashed towards him before slashing at him.

The earlier exchange was just testing the water, she decided to end this battle as she was also getting bored.

Calen also slashed his sword making the exchange more pressuring than the earlier one.

Both of them had the same idea of becoming serious.

Slash! Strike! Slash! Bang!

In the intense moment of exchange, Calen fell short and a kick from Maelys sent him flying to the nearby wall.

"Huff~ Huff~" He took deep breaths and decided to use his magic power.

He called up on the night to aid him in the battle.

Large black tentacles like things swirled around him, sprouting from the darkness itself.

'So that's what the young master was talking about.'

Sensing the dangerous aura around the weird black tentacles, Maelys decided to use her magic also.

Swoosh~

A cool breeze started to gather around her as she call forth her powers.

Though invisible to any other people, the cool wind coagulated around her. Like armor that doesn't allow anything to penetrate through it.

"Bring it on, creepy bastard."

***

When all the clanking and clinking was happening, someone was sneaking around the castle.

He perfectly knew where the prison was and where to hide in case any guards were to show up.

'Bloody fuck! Why is this fort so large!?' He was getting exhausted just by sneaking around.

He was sure nobody would look for him as everybody was deeply invested in the fight. It was not like every day that they were to get to watch their master fighting.

Damien suddenly felt chills. A cool breeze flew towards the other side of the fort.

'Looks like the real fight has started.'

After several more minutes of sneaking around, he finally arrived at his destination.

But the problem was there was a guard guarding the large metal door.

'Now, how am I gonna get past him?' Damien thought about different strategies. He even thought about any guards that were mentioned in the novel but nothing came.

He contemplated while looking at the spear wielder. 'Fuck if I were to think like this on my school days then I would've surely become a president or a hot CEO.'

Damien decided to not think about days that were never going to reverse and focused on the guard again.

The guard was anxious. Anxious about the fight maybe. He looks young and…naïve. He can take that to his advantage.

"Alright, let's do this."

With a last minute plan, Damien dashed towards the guard. Dashed with the pace he can manage with his feeble body. The goal was not to tackle or attack the guard, it was to…