Transmigrated As The Perverted Young Master



"Have your memory returned?" She asked, with the same monotone voice. She leaned on the rail as he did.

"Not completely." He said. "There are parts that I still can't recall."

She looked at him. "You know you were also controlled by him?"

??!!

He froze. It set an alarm off in his mind. So, that was it. The missing memory. He had been under Augustus' control, too. The thought made him feel sick.

"But Viper incapacitated you in time." She continued. "If not, you could've killed the new duchess."

"..."

He couldn't believe it. He had been so careless. He knew he could've handled the matter more safely and efficiently, but he had been too overconfident, thinking this was not even an event that once was mentioned in the novel.

But living in the event made him realize that the novel only focuses on some people's lives and the other people are completely ignored.

He looked out at the blue sky, lost in thought. There was no mention of Blaire or her sister, which means they would've died that night. He wasn't sure if the alliance had prevailed or Augustus had seized the throne, but nothing mattered now. Everything has changed. And in all, one thing was clear.

Power!

He needs power to protect himself and avoid theseh kind of situation again.

The next time he sees Calen, he was sure the hero would pretty much knock him out and force answers, but if he had power...then, then...

He suddenly felt something laughing inside. Some force or power, the same wicked laugh he heard that night. It was almost like the voice was tempting him, urging him to embrace the darkness.

"-ng master?" It was only after Lucy shook him, he came back to reality. "Are you alright? Do you need some more rest?" She was incredibly close to him, her delicate arm grabbing him by his biceps. 

It was cold, but it had a tingling sensation that sent shivers down his spine.

"No." He said. "I'm fine." He looked into her eyes. "I'm sorry, I just got lost in my thoughts."

Her face inches away from his. She smelled nice. Like a flower garden, fresh and sweet.

Her eyes were filled with concern and kindness, but there was a hint of sadness in them. She looked at him with a sad expression. Like she pitied him.

"I see." She said. "You can take rest and we can resume this some other time." 

"No, that's fine." He said. "Besides, we're leaving today. Father is not well, I'm taking him back home. So ask your questions, curator."

"Tell me about the artifact. How do you know about it?" She asked, her eyes searching his.

"There was a writing on his room, something about this ring that can influence people to the wielder's will." He answered. "Didn't thought much about it until I saw some servants and people near him act. It spooked me and I asked Lady Blaire about it, she give some useful insights." He took a deep breath. "I wasn't sure how many of them were influenced and for all I know, even my people might already be in his clutches. So I did, what I could do. Write to the most powerful legion in the world a letter and seeing you here..." He looked at her. "...It looks like it worked."

"I see," she said. "And I suppose you don't remember what happened to you under the influence of the ring?"

He shook his head. "In that, nothing."

"That'll be all," she walked away from him. "Thank you for your time, young master. If you need something, you know where to find me."

He watched her walk away, her bountiful asset bouncing up and down as she moved. Her figure was incredible, the curves of her body accentuated by the dress. He wanted to touch her. To feel her skin against his.

He stood there for a moment, watching her go, feeling a sense of happiness.

One day! He knows one day he's going to feel them. One day he's going to make love to her.

...

Before he returns to his room, he saw someone else in the corridor.

His heart leaped as he gazed upon the dangerous beauty walking toward him with a wicked smile plastered on her face.

"Ah, young master," Viper said. "I've heard you're leaving today."

"That is indeed true, my lady," he replied.

She walked up to him, their face close to each other. Both of them had sheepish smiles on their face.

"Oh, I'm gonna miss you, young master." She said, inching her face a little more closely. He could feel her hot breath on him, the smell of her perfume filling his nostrils. The sweet smell was intoxicating, making him dizzy.

'She's indeed a natural seductress.' He thought.

"Me too," He said. "Me too."

With a swift motion but with the utmost delicacy, she grabbed his stirring baby dragon, making him yelp in surprise.

"Ow!" He cried. "What are you doing?!"

She gently rubbed his cock over the pants, making him moan. "I'm giving you a goodbye present."

She unzipped his trousers, revealing his erect member. "This should help you pass the time."

She stroked his cock with her fingers, causing him to groan.

'What are you doing?" He frantically said. "There are people around here. We could be caught!"

"Ah, and here I thought I was the only one with a pussy," she giggled. "Seems like you're one too."

A vein popped on his head, smiling menacingly.

"Ah, angry, are you?" She chuckled. "I wonder what you're going to do to this helpless lady." She made an expression of fear. 

He suddenly grabbed her shoulders and pushed her down on her knees, and without much restraint, she fell on her knees.

"You want it," He said. "You get it."

He grabbed her head and forced his cock into her mouth, forcing her lips open.

"Mmhmm!" She moaned. "Ahhh, yes, that's it."

She sucked his cock, her tongue swirling around the tip. His hips started to move, thrusting into her throat.

"Ahh, fuck!" He grunted.

Viper kept sucking, her cheeks bulging outwards as she struggled to keep up with his pace.

"Look at that, slut." He said. "Seems like you're expert on this. Were you a prostitute before assuming this position as an assassin?"

She glared at him, seemingly not finding his words amusing.

"Oh? What is that?" He giggled. " Are you angry at me now? What are you gonna do, suck some more?" He laughed and grabbed her head tightly, pushing his cock further and further inside her mouth until her lips touched the base of the shaft.

Her eyes moistened, tears forming on the corners of her eyes. But she didn't stop sucking.

"Hahaha, ahahahaha! You're such a good girl." He said, pulling out and slapping her cheek with his hand. "You really are a good girl, aren't you?" He slapped her again before pushing his cock inside her mouth once more.

She glared at him, the slap was exciting for her too. She was liking this side of him, she was enjoying herself being dominated.

He pulled out once more and slapped her hard across the face. "You fucking whore!" He shouted. "I bet you have fucked hundreds of men in your life, haven't you?!"

She tried to reply but he pushed his cock back into her mouth, silencing her.

He held his cock on her throat for some moments before pulling it out, causing her to take a deep breath in relief as his cock was choking her.

Then he plunged again, and again, and again until he felt his balls tighten.

"Ahh!" He screamed. "I'm cumming! Ahhhh!"

He held her head in position as he shot stream after stream of his seed into her mouth. She swallowed everything, drinking his cum down.

When he finished, she licked the last drop of semen off his cock, making him groan loudly.

"Mhhmm...I think I'm liking that last bit more and more."

"The next time we see each other, I'm gonna break you," she said, wiping her eyes with her sleeve. "I'm going to break you."

She smiled at him, showing her teeth. "I'm going to show you how pathetic you are."

***

Damien saw Blaire once more to apologize for attacking her while being influenced. There was no need for that, but he was sure it would increase his likeability.

And it sure did. After a few minutes of talking, Damien kisses her on the forehead, making her blush.

"Visit me whenever you want." She said to him.

"Ah, though I'm a bit saddened by the fact I haven't tasted you, I'm sure we can change that on my second visit." His charm had only increased with his smile, making her already blushing face turn tomato red.

She punched him in the chest, a small smile on her face.

"Don't be so forward, Young master Damien." She giggled and walked away, before turning and mouthing the words. "I'll be waiting."

He stood there like an idiot.

'Is this what love feels like.' He grabbed his beating heart.

So the Zadkiel family started their journey to return to their home, promising their next visit after the Duke recovers.