Transmigrated As The Perverted Young Master

In a dimly lit room, Damien stirred restlessly. His breathing was haggard and his body was covered in sweat.

A dream, he was having. A lewd one at that.

In his dream, he was running through a forest, seeming to find something or someone. He ran and ran and ran until he found what he was looking for.

Under the moonlight, her white skin reflected like an angelic being. Her red lips were as soft as silk and sweet as honey.

Her bossoms swayed slightly. The pink nipples protruding from her milky white breasts swayed about in rhythm with them, making him want to sink his teeth into them. She had a tiny waist and ample hips which jutted out generously. Her round buttocks jiggled deliciously when she walked.

He wanted her so desperately. He knew not how or why, but there was no escape from it. The more he resisted the urge to ravish her, the more he wanted to have her.

He watched her walking to the seamless river from a distance, taking in all the deliciousness of her figure. Every part of her was sensuous. He felt a surge within himself at the sight. His lust had grown beyond control.

The angel of a lady sat by the bank of the river and dipped her toes into the cool water. With a giggle, she looked at him. "Would you like to join me?" she asked.

"Yes," he replied. But the words that came out of his mouth were different. "I want your beautiful body to be mine."

"Then take it yourself." She giggled.

His heart pounded. His mind reeled at the thought. He was trembling, unable to move. She laughed again.

"Are you afraid?"

"No," he lied. "Not at all."

With that, he threw off his garments. She smiled and looked away demurely.

He walked towards her and sat beside her. "Are you excited?" She giggled, leaning her head against him.

"You are so lovely," he whispered. He reached out to her breast. It was warm, soft, smooth, and firm. He ran his fingers along the contours of it, caressing every part. His eyes followed her body from the tip of her nose to her delicate little neck.

"Do you know who I am?" she asked, sliding her fingers around his chest.

Damien felt as if he were drowning in her divine scent. "No," he said.

Her finger traced down and touched the puckered bud of his manhood. He gasped with pleasure. He wanted her so desperately that he could hardly breathe. He felt the blood rushing in his ears.

"I am a woman," she told him, gently sliding her fingers on top of his fully raging dragon. "A woman of many origins." She gently rubbed the tip of his penis, her fingers dancing over the sensitive flesh. He began to pant and squirm, his entire being consumed by a desire for her which was beyond his control. "I am known by many names —" She licked her red lips, "—for you, it's Lilith."

Damien's eyes widened in surprise at the mention of the ancient goddess's name. Lilith was known to be a seductress, a temptress, and a powerful sorceress who lured men to their doom. But even with this knowledge, Damien couldn't resist her. He was entranced by her beauty and overwhelmed by his own desire.

"I am yours," he whispered, as she continued to stroke him. He leaned in to kiss her, his lips hungry for hers.

But suddenly, the scene changed. Damien found himself in a dark, twisted forest, with gnarled trees and eerie shadows. The air was thick with the stench of decay, and he could feel the presence of something sinister lurking in the shadows.

He turned around and saw Lilith standing there, her once-beautiful form now twisted and grotesque. Her skin was rotting, her eyes were empty, and her teeth were razor-sharp. She cackled and lunged at him, and Damien screamed.

He woke up, drenched in sweat and panting heavily. The dream had felt so real, so vivid, that it took him a few moments to realize that it was just a nightmare. He sat up in bed, still trembling, and tried to shake off the feeling of fear and unease that lingered within him.

But even as he tried to rationalize the dream, he couldn't help but wonder: was it just his subconscious playing tricks on him, or was there something more to it?

"Oh wow, look, he's awake." He heard a voice say. A sweet yet dangerous voice.

Lilith stood before him, her arms crossed and a sultry smile on her face. He stared at her in shock, not sure whether he was dreaming or awake.

She snapped her fingers at him. "Oii, you there? Are you fully awake like your little...brother down there? Lucy, is he alright?

Damien's eyes widened as he took in the sight before him. It wasn't Lilith; it was someone else. He shook his head, trying to clear his thoughts, and realized he was lying on a bed in a room he didn't recognize.

He tried to move, but his body felt heavy, as if he had been drugged. Viper noticed his struggle and smirked.

"Don't bother trying to move, sweetie. You won't be going anywhere for a while." Her tone was playful, but Damien sensed an underlying danger in her words.

"Who are you?" Damien asked, his voice weak.

"Me? Oh, I'm just a friend," Viper replied, tracing her finger along his jawline. "But enough about me, let's talk about you. How are you feeling?"

Damien tried to focus on her question, but his mind was still foggy. "I don't know...I can't remember what happened," he said, confused.

Viper's smile turned sinister. "That's because I gave you a little something to help you forget. Don't worry though, you'll remember soon enough."

Damien's heart raced as he realized he was in danger. He needed to find a way out, but he was still too weak to fight back.

"Please, let me go," he pleaded with her.

Viper chuckled. "Oh, sweetie, you're not going anywhere. Not until I get what I want from you." She leaned in closer, her eyes locking onto his. "And believe me, I always get what I want."

Damien saw the other uptight woman slapping Viper's hand. "Don't play with him, Viper. He's still recovering."

"Ow, but can I have him after your little session?" She asked with puppy eyes.

Lucy sighed hard. "Fine, but remember, he's still a patient."

"Alrighty!" Viper threw her hands in celebration and leaned towards him. Too close, that is. He could feel her hot breath on his face. "I'll be back. And when I'm back, we're going to discuss about the naughty things you did to me during the fight. Okay."

"Naug-naughty things? What naughty things?"

Damien's mind raced as he tried to remember what Viper was talking about. He had no recollection of fighting her or doing anything "naughty." He felt a sinking feeling in his stomach as he realized he was in even deeper trouble than he thought.

As Viper sauntered out of the room, Damien struggled to find a way out of this mess. He tried to recall anything he could from the last few days, but his memories were fragmented and hazy.

"Mr. Damien," Lucy said, garnering his attention. "I'm Lucy Starfall, a curator at the Grand Magic Judiciary. I'm the one who received your letter."

He nodded at her to continue. He knew what was about to come and he was prepared for it. For now, at least.

"I've some questions regarding your letter." She said, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. "First of all, how do you know about the ring, Mr. Damien?"

"The ring?" He repeated. He acted like he had no idea what she was talking about.

"Yes," Lucy replied, looking at him intently. "You wrote in your letter that the ring in Mr. Augustus' hand is the magical artifact called 'Ring of Mirage'. "

He gave her a blank stare. "Forgive me, Ms. Lucy, but I don't recollect anything of the sort. I also don't recall writing any letter to you."

Lucy crossed her legs, making her slender legs appear even more irresistible. "Mr. Damien, what is the last thing you remember?"

"I...don't know. It's all foggy." He said. "I remember fights and blood and wailing. And....and- Oh my god! Is Blaire okay? Is she alright?"

"Don't worry about her," Lucy said, standing up from her chair. "Blaire has already recovered. Your family is also safe. Perhaps we could continue this session after you take some sufficient rest."

It was then he fully saw her. Her assets were far more voluptuous and luscious than he read. She wore a white gown that hugged her curves tightly, but it was the curve of her hips and the swell of her breasts that made his heart skip a beat. He thought about grabbing those succulent tits and burying his face between them, but he held himself back. There would be time for that later.

"Thank you, ma'am," he said.

Moments after Lucy left the room, Viper strode in, carrying herself with a confidence that only a woman of her caliber had. She wore a black leather suit, giving her a dominatrix look. Her long black hair was tied in a ponytail and her piercing silver eyes scanned him hungrily.

Before Damien even had a chance to register her succulent figure, she pounced on him, pinning him under her.

She forcefully covered his mouth with her hand. "If you scream, I'll choke you with my boobs."