Transmigrated As The Perverted Young Master

"Pleasure me." He commanded her in a deep voice. Sending shivers to her little sister.

She grabbed his roaring dragon with both her hands and started to jerk it.

She did it with proper timing and stroking, like a whore who practised it for her entire life.

"Mhmm!!~~" A moan escaped his mouth.

She looked at him to see him being deep in pleasure with his eyes closed.

She giggled a little and decided to pay back him by suddenly swallowing his entire manhood in one smooth motion.

??!!

"Oh, good lord!" His eyes suddenly opened wide, feeling the euphoric pleasure. Her soft and warm mouth took his entire shaft to the end. He could feel her throat being pushed against his dragon.

"Whakk~ whakku~ Bluchh~" Sounds of deep throating spread across the room.

He suddenly held her head and stood up, then clutching her head, violently started to fuck her mouth.

??!!

She was genuinely surprised, as he had never done something like this before.

Her eyes widened as he was fucking very passionately and roughly.

"This is how you do it, bitch." Her eyes teared up. Like some object she was, he pounded hard and hard until he felt his soul being melted away.

!!!!

With a sudden yelp and thrust, he held her head in place as he emptied his love nectar onto her throat.

Swallowing was her only option. But how much can she swallow? The sweet nectar was flowing too much and filling her throat, just like that.

Pant~ Pant~

Finally, after feeling every drop of him being empty, he released her head.

She was exhausted. Physically and mentally.

The holly fluid dripped from her mouth as she was catching her breath. Eyes flowing with tears.

"You know how to satisfy me, Lily. You did great! Now, get out!" He commanded her.

???!!!

That was new. He never ended a session before playing the finale.

He looked at her confused expression. "You\'re exhausted. I don\'t want to accidentally break you. Accustom to today\'s session because the intensity of the play will only increase as I come back from my travels."

The intensity only increases!

Lily woke up from her stupefied expression and nodded her head like a sweet little puppy. She cannot wait for him to come back.

She wiped her face of any stains and tears before adjusting her dress.

He took the wineglass and elegantly sipped from it.

Lily took a final look at her master before bowing and leaving the battleground.

After making sure she was gone, he let it loose.

Cough!! Cough!!

Blood splattered from his mouth.

\'Fuck! No wonder he was taking that potion. This body cannot do any sort of physical activity at all!\'

He didn\'t feel any remorse though, rather; he felt mesmerized. Someone sickly as him, shagging the most beautiful of girls and women was extraordinary.

He clasped his hands together and looked at the heavens. \'My respect for you only increased, my idol.\'

He was too exhausted to do anything else, so he did the most logical thing; Sleep!

After all, he had a tough journey starting tomorrow.

…

"Are sure about this, brother?" A tall and handsome, generic novel protagonist was looking at him with concern. He had White hair, just like Damien, but instead of red eyes, he spotted a purple colour.

It was Daeron. Daeron von Zadkiel, the firstborn of duke and duchess Zadkiels, Damien\'s older brother and the next heir to the Zadkiel duchy.

\'Look at this fucker! Tall and healthy!\' Damien internally sneered at him.

If Damien had to shag someone, then he needed to try harder. He had to lure his prey and exploit their weaknesses to submit to him.

For Daeron, that wasn\'t necessary. His natural beauty and charisma were the only ingredients needed. He could\'ve shagged anyone he wanted. Well, not exactly anyone, but whatever. He chose to not do it as he was someone who strictly followed monogamy.

Bullshit, right?

Well, not exactly, it was actually a blessing for our hero Damien.

\'Just wait until I cure my illness. I too will be healthy and powerful.\' He clenched his fist with high determination and willpower.

"Fear not, brother! Either I\'ll be back in one piece or… Just think this was the end of the road for me. Cough~ Cough~"

"Don\'t say things like that, brother! You\'ll be healthy and well. We\'ll be waiting for your return." He pressed a hand on Damien\'s shoulder with a complicated look of worry and concern.

\'Fucker! You\'re squeezing me!\' Being powerful, of course, Daeron lowered his power as low as he can but alas, Damien was just too weak, even for that.

"Alright, I\'m off brother. Tell the family I love them. Until…we meet again." He shook hands with Daeron and looked at his companions for the journey.

There were three wagons full of people.

A wagon was full of knights. Another wagon was full of butlers, maids, and servants.

A sole wagon for our young master, Damien.

The head of the knights was, of course, Luther. Another fucker he doesn\'t like. But what can he do against his father\'s wishes?

He was riding the horse with other scouts.

If Luther was here, then…

He looked back at the castle, specifically at a window, and sure enough, there she was.

He could only make out her outline and the white hair, but there was no doubt it was her sister, the young lady of Zadkiel duchy, Daenys.

\'Look at that idiot, waving goodbye to her beloved.\'

Thuff!~

He spat on the ground. It was not jealousy, okay? Please don\'t misunderstand our hero. He has this itch, seeing people in love. After all, he was a loner and a loser in his past life. This type of things are very alien to him.

"Very well, brother. I\'m off!!" With that, he climbed on his wagon. It was comfy and soft, as expected.

He wanted to complete this mission before shagging a girl and in a way; he did keep the resolution.

\'Good~ Let\'s get cured and fuck them all without any restraints.\'

He~ He~ He~

He had his signature perverted smile on his face.