Transmigrated As The Perverted Young Master

Crash! The sound of shattering wooden buckets filled the air as the pale-looking boy with white hair and red eyes fell onto them, drenching himself with water.

The beefy man with an apron, towering over the frail boy, bellowed with rage, "Bog off, boy! Pray to the gods that I don't find you again!"

The boy, almost ghostly pale, looked like a vampire with his complexion and red blood eyes. He lay motionless on the buckets, stunned by the sudden attack.

But a lovely voice pierced through the commotion, "Papa, please don't hurt him!" A young and ample-looking girl, dressed in tattered clothes, appeared from behind the beefy man and clung to his legs.

The man sneered, "Little bitch! I'll handle you later!" He yanked her off of his legs and pushed her back into the house.

The beefy man took one last look at the almost-dead boy and spat on the ground before disappearing into the house and slamming the door.

The boy lay there, confused and disoriented. "What in the fuck happened!? Why is it suddenly morning!? Why am I even lying on the ground drenched in water!?" he muttered to himself. "And who is that beefy man!?"

To his surprise, he looked down and found himself wearing strange pants he had never seen before. But there was no shirt on his upper body.

"Why isn't there a shirt though?"

Just then, the door to the beefy man's home burst open, and the man hurled something at him. "Sickly bastard trying to shag my daughter!!! Hmphhh!!!"

The boy caught the shirt that was thrown at him - a velvet-colored one.

As he stood up, supported by the buckets, he took in the view. The old inn like structure was made up of rocks and timber, and the sweet aroma of cakes and bread filled the air.

"It's a bakery! No wonder the size of that man," he thought to himself, trying to make sense of the situation.

But his confusion only deepened when he looked down at his hands. They were not his. The hands were deathly pale, and the fingers were manicured and polished perfectly, like that of a girl.

"Wait a fucking minute. I'm not a girl, right?" he asked himself, bewildered.

Ba-dum, Ba-dum.

His heart pounded hard as he reached for his pants and pulled them on.

"Oh, thank God! You're still here... Er, unknown dragon." It was not his! Like the hands, his baby dragon was also not his!

"Oh, God! Is this real? Or am I dreaming?" he muttered to himself, searching for an answer.

It was then that he saw the various undamaged buckets full of water, a foot apart from where he had landed. He quickly grabbed one and looked at it while on his knees.

"What?!! Who?!! Wait - this is... Damien Von Zadkiel!!! I transmigrated as Damien Zadkiel!!!" His eyes were on the verge of overflowing now. He clasped his hands and looked at the skies.

"Oh, heaven and mighty gods, thank you for this opportunity. I know what my destiny and duties are. I won't disappoint you by failing it. I will do it with honor and beauty! So once again, thank you, my lords!!" Sniff~

Most of the time, the person who gets transmigrated would be confused and worried about knowing the plot and their role in it. But for the virgin office Damien, this was the greatest blessing he had received in his entire 20 years of life.

The character he plays is a small villain who has a reputation for being a deadbeat and a playboy. He uses his power and authority to commit some villainous acts and uses his charms on ladies and queens to sleep with them. His only job is to seduce the important female characters until his death at the hands of the protagonist.

"Well, my Winter Queen and my autumn princess and many other names that I have forgotten... Wait for me! I'm coming for you all!" He curled his fingers into a fist and with a voice full of determination, he announced it to the world.

"It would've been nice if I was able to sleep with that demoness too." He shook his head. "Nope, don't be greedy, Damien. You gotta love what you have."

He stood up but suddenly felt pain all over. "Shit! How did he sleep with them all in this condition?!" He was not surprised by the fact that he was weak, but he was surprised to find that his condition was worse than what he read.

Damien Zadkiel wasn't born a prodigy like his other siblings. One of the main reasons was this terminal illness that was said to be incurable by all the healers from around the world. The illness made his body weak and sickly, weak even to hold a little of the mana and the physical training... That felt impossible. So he did what he could do that wouldn't break his body; to seduce the ladies and Queens until finally, it led to the 'War of the 4 kingdoms.'

"Phew... Let's first find the cure for my disease before doing anything irrational. The ladies can wait. Curing the illness takes priority." He slowly and leisurely picks up the shirt and puts it on.

He was surprised to find that the reason why he was dead in the novel was because of the damn protagonist and not the illness itself. 'Tut tut tut~ He surely is a warrior.' He shook his head and began to walk. He was wobbly and flimsy at first but got the gist of controlling the body. He walked a bit and abruptly stopped. "Where the fuck am I?"