Transmigrated As The Perverted Young Master

Damien's eyes snapped open, and his vision was blurred for a moment, but as he focused, his eyes blazed with fury.

He had no recollection of the events leading up to this moment, but the sight of the man sprawling on the ground with a knife buried in his back filled Damien with an all-consuming thirst for revenge.

His heart pounded in his chest, and his hands trembled with the adrenaline coursing through his veins.

Without thinking, Damien lunged forward, grabbing the man by his collar and pinning him down to the ground. His fists flew with a force fuelled by rage, pounding relentlessly against the man's face.

Each blow landed with a sickening thud, sending droplets of blood flying through the air.

Damien's mind was blank, and his body acted purely on instinct, channeling all his pent-up anger and frustration into each punch.

The man's screams and groans fell on deaf ears as Damien unleashed his wrath with every fiber of his being.

As the man's face contorted in pain, Damien could feel something inside of him start to shift. It was as though with each blow, he was exorcising some deep-seated demon that had been festering inside of him for years. And even though he didn't know why he was doing it, he knew that he couldn't stop until every last trace of that darkness had been purged from his soul.

Blaire watched the scene unfold with mounting horror, her heart beating wildly in her chest. Damien, who had just been lying on the ground, was now up and his demeanor had drastically changed.

His eyes were filled with a burning rage that made her feel like she was looking into the pits of hell itself. She could feel the fear emanating from the man on the ground.

It was as though a switch had flipped inside him and he was no longer the gentle and kind person she had known.

He was consumed with a dark and primal fury, and it was terrifying to witness.

She could hear the sickening thud of Damien's fists hitting the man's face and body as he pinned him down. Each blow was filled with an intensity that she had never seen before, and she felt a sense of helplessness wash over her.

She wanted to stop him, to pull him away from the man he was attacking, but she knew that it was too late.

Tears streamed down her face as she watched the violence play out before her.

She didn't know what had caused Damien to snap, but she knew that it was a force that was beyond her control.

All she could do was pray that it would end soon, before it was too late.

Damien felt a rush of blood flooding through his veins as he punched the man. He could feel every inch of his flesh tingling, and each blow was accompanied by the sweet release of pent-up energy.

The man's face was swelling quickly as Damien pounded his fists upon the man's face with unbridled fury.

It wasn't enough to kill, but it was more than sufficient to make the man bleed profusely as Damien continued to beat him.

His heart was pounding wildly in his chest, and the adrenalin coursing through his veins was more intoxicating than any drug he had ever experienced. And as he felt himself succumb to the power of this strange new emotion, he knew that this was something that he could not part with.

The man, the monster, getting punched, suddenly smiled. His missing front teeth were jagged and crooked, but they still looked better than Damien's.

Damien's fist crashed down upon the man's face once again. Blood burst from the man's lips, spraying the floor with crimson droplets.

As Damien stared into the man's eyes, he could sense that the beast within him was starting to awaken. And there was no going back now. He could feel his grip on sanity slipping with each punch that landed.

The man suddenly held his hands upward and grabbed Damien's face. "Play time's over and you've proven what you can do. Why don't we up the game a notch?" He said, as a light emanated from his strange ring and swept through Damien's head.

"Now, we're gonna play a game," the man continued, as Damien's eyes opened wide in terror. "You see, I'm really good at chess, and I love games that are a bit more interesting. So, how about a game of chess?" He chuckled. "Alright, it's my turn now, right? Hmm... Kill the Queen." He craned his neck to look at the horrified Blaire. "Mr. Pawn, kill the Queen."

Damien suddenly stood up, and much to her horror, he slowly turned towards her.

?!

His face was covered in blood as he licked his lips and then looked at her. A maniac's grin appeared on his face.

It's just like them, she thought.

Then he lunged at her.

Blaire watched in horror as Damien charged toward her. His eyes were filled with an uncontrollable rage, and his hands flew through the air, his fingers clenching into tight fists.

She knew that this was beyond her control, but she also felt helpless. Her heart raced with dread as he rushed at her, screaming with a feral intensity.

He didn't stop until he reached her side. With a single motion, Damien grabbed her by her arm and hurled her toward the ground. Blaire fell to the floor with a thud.

And Damien smiled.

He climbed on top of her, pinning her down. He wrapped his hands tightly around her neck, choking her.

"Tu, tu, tu...this is a fuckin' mess." They heard a nonchalant voice coming from the door.

A woman stood at the door frame, her one hand on her hip and the other one stretched along the door frame.

"The name's Viper. I'm from the Grand Magic Judiciary."

She wore a black cloak, and long black hair flowed freely over her shoulder. She had an air of danger and craziness around her.

When she saw nobody was listening, she sighed deeply. "Welp, I guess let's end this madness and talk after." She removed her robes, revealing the tight dark green leather underneath.

Her upper garments tightly clung and held her perfect boobs but they failed to cover her navel completely.

Her tight leather pants hugged her slender thighs and accentuated her perky butt, while her black boots ended just above her knees.

On her thighs, two hunting knives were attached with a buckle, perfectly sitting there just to quickly draw and plunge someone to the eternal sleep.

Oh her back, two 'sai' hung, a three-pronged weapon consisting of a pointed metal rod with two prongs protruding from the handle. The prongs were designed to catch an opponent's weapon or strike with a sharp, jarring blow.

Viper's eyes scanned around the room. It was a mess, blood splashed over the room like it was the color of the room.

She gazed upon the man with a broken face then to the other side where she found the woman on the floor and the man on top of her, choking the poor woman.

"Uh, you're one ugly man."

She slid a knife from her thigh in a smooth fluid motion and then she lunged at him.

As Viper lunged towards Damien with her hunting knife in hand, she had a fleeting thought to end the madness quickly. Her eyes flickered toward the weapon in her hand, contemplating her next move. But at that moment, Damien turned towards her, his eyes ablaze with an intense fury.

Viper barely had time to react as Damien caught the knife in his palm, the sharp blade sinking deep into his flesh. Blood began to seep out from around the edges of the blade, dripping onto the floor in a dark pool.

For a split second, Viper froze, stunned by the sheer force and ferocity of Damien's actions. But in the next moment, she regained her composure and sprang into action, drawing another knife from her thigh and wielding it with deadly precision.

With a swift and fluid motion, Viper charged forward, aiming for Damien's neck. He blocked her attack with a punch, but Viper's quick reflexes allowed her to dodge his counterpunch with ease. With lightning-fast movements, she struck again and again, her knives flashing in the dimly lit room.

Despite Damien's immense strength at the moment, Viper's speed and skill proved to be too much for him. She easily sidestepped his attacks and retaliated with a flurry of strikes that left him stumbling and disoriented.

Finally, with a powerful kick to his midsection, Viper sent Damien sprawling to the ground, where he lay gasping for breath. She stood over him, her knives still at the ready, her eyes burning with a fierce determination.

"Please don't kill him!" Blaire said, her voice hoarse and sad. "He's under control. It's not him, it's that man." She pointed at her husband or where her husband should've been.

He was not there. The man had already fled the room!