Transmigrated As The Perverted Young Master



Her face was sculpted, strands of white hair fell over her shoulders, her skin was smooth and soft.

She was beautiful beyond words.

Her eyebrows were perfectly arched, and her eyelashes were long and thick, casting shadows on her cheeks. Even in her sleep, she looked regal and dignified, like a princess in a fairy tale.

Damien was frozen, his heart was beating rapidly, his mouth was dry.

His mind was blank. Not because she was a beauty, but because the whole thing was weird and unnatural.

Danielle was snuggling Damien, tightly embracing him with a wild happy face. She was snoring, contrary to her beautiful face.

This was her. The real her. Without the fancy titles and without the burdens and expectations of the magical academy.

She stirred in her sleep, moving closer to him.

'I've to use her. This damn cute creature!'

For a moment, he thought about his sister back on Earth. 

Has she learned about his death, was she sad, or...is she happy to finally get rid of the nuisance?

·ƈθm ".."

The silence was hard, and contemplating whether to use her or love her was harder.

As Damien caressed Danielle's hair, he noticed how the strands glimmered in the faint sunlight that shone through the window. He could feel the softness of her hair, as if it was silk woven by the gods themselves. He couldn't help but admire how every strand seemed to fall perfectly over her shoulders and how it framed her face, making her look even more beautiful than she already was.

She stirred in her sleep, reaching out to touch his hand. "Mm...brother," she murmured, her voice full of love.

It was innocent love. Not faked nor forced, pure form of love.

"Hey," he said.

'Would she hate me if she knows her brother is not the real one? Would I've to tell her the truth eventually or would she have to ever know?'

As Danielle's eyes slowly fluttered open, Damien was struck once again by their deep purple hue. They were like pools of amethyst, sparkling with life and energy. He felt drawn to them, like they held a secret that he desperately wanted to uncover.

"Hi..." she said, smiling brightly. "I'm happy to see you, brother."

Damien couldn't help but smile back at her, feeling a warmth spreading through his chest. It was like a ray of sunshine on a cloudy day, and he felt himself relaxing into her embrace.

"Me too," he said. Reaching out, he gently pressed his lips on her forehead. "I'm happy to see you too, Dany."

"Are you sure you're my brother?" Danielle said, with a surprised face.

Damien felt a jolt of panic shoot through him. Had she figured out the truth? He tried to keep his voice steady as he responded.

"Why did you say that?"

"It was a joke, brother," she said, sensing the uneasiness in him. "You never once told me you were happy to see me and always said I was annoying and a pain."

"I'm sorry, Dany," he said, his voice choked with emotion. "I should have been a better brother to you."

Danielle smiled at him, her eyes full of forgiveness. "It's okay, brother. I know you love me, even if you don't always show it."

He tightened his grip on her, hugging her more. "I'm really happy you are my sister, Dani."

She squealed in happiness as she buried her face in his chest. They held each other for moments, moments that felt like years, without taking her head from his warm chest, she asked. "...are you alright?"

There was a sudden pause, like even the world was holding its breath.

"I am," he said, running his fingers through her hair. He looked up at the ceiling, his mind wandering around the memories of his transmigration and subsequent actions.

It was all crazy. Two months ago, a virgin office slave died and his soul travelled to another world to a . A weak and fragile man turned into a hero, just for getting laid.

In every instance, he was a mess. He couldn't make decisions, he was indecisive; he was afraid of his own shadow.

'But now...'

Now, he was different.

'I was able to take care of myself and I would do that, regardless of whatever happens to people around me. If I can, I would save people I deem worthy of saving,' he looked at his little sister. 

"Hey, Dany?".

"Yes, brother," she said, lifting her head to look at him.

"Do you love me?"

"Of course, brother. What kind of question is that?" She looked at him like he was spewing nonsense first thing in the morning. 

"This might feel bullshit but, answer me this?" He looked at her with his eyes wide open.

"Of course, brother," she said, grinning happily.

"Would you die for me?" He looked straight into her eyes, searching them.

He knew she wouldn't lie. "Brother, what are you talking about?"

"Would you give your life for me if need be?" He asked, his voice low. There was a seriousness to it.

"Brother," she said, in a serious tone. "I would destroy this world for you, I would kill anything and everything for you and yes...I would happily die for you."

Her eyes were clear. There was no ounce of doubt or hesitation. There was no falsehood on them. They were clear, like always.

No lies, no deception, only truth, pure and simple.

He smiled a big, honest smile at her. "Thank you, Dani". He pulled her close, snuggling her against his warm body. "I'd do the same for you."

They stayed that way for long moments, their breaths mixing in harmony.

...

After some time, Damien sent Danielle away, since they can't possibly stay in the bed forever. Though she protested, she reluctantly agreed and went off.

After taking a bath, he was adjusting his attire on the full body mirror when someone knocked on the door.

Without turning, he said. "Come in."

Soft footsteps echoed through the room, then the sound of the door closing. After that, the footsteps sped up. 

Though he can hear the footsteps, he didn't bother to turn around. His lips curved upward as he anticipated the impact. 

And sure enough, someone crashed on him from behind, clutching his chest with their soft and delicate hands.

For a moment, there was only the sound of haggard breathing. 

The soft and heavenly sensation of ample breast pressing against his back, the smell of her perfume, her hot breath hitting his back while she spoke.

"I'm glad you're okay, young master," she said. "I was horrified to hear what happened in the Ferel Duchy and I'm glad nothing happened to you." Her soft hands clutching his chest, squeezing him lightly.

"Thanks, Lily," he said, taking her hand and pressing his lips on it.

He turned around and hugged her, softly wrapping his arms around her body. He could tell she was worried by the way her body trembled.

They stood there like that for moments, seemingly finding comfort in each other.

Damien was happy to see her, someone who was worried about him. Seeing her made him remember the plans he had devised for her husband.

'I should do it quickly, without any more delay.' He thought.

After some more time, he tipped her chin and kissed her softly. It was just a tender kiss. Then it turned into a passionate one. His arms went around her hips, gripping her waist as he passionately explored her mouth.

"I would love to continue this, but I've got to meet my brother now." He said, looking deeply into her eyes. "Let's continue this some other time," he lightly pecked her cheeks.

She nodded and released his embrace. "Okay."

She helped him adjust his attire, fixing the collar, and adjusting the belt of his pants around his waist as she checked his appearance one last time. She even fixed his messy hair.

She touched his body with her ample assets whenever she had the chance, making him smile. 

"Lily," he called out with a smile. "You're going to make me miss my appointment with my brother."

She smiled sheepishly, "I don't know what you're talking about, young master." She said, adjusting his waistcoat by wrapping her hands around him, pressing her breasts on him.

The sensation was too much for him to control himself.

He forcefully grabbed her ass, kneading it with power.

"Aah~" she moaned suddenly.

He grabbed her and turned her around before grabbing her breasts. He squeezed them roughly, hearing her yelp in surprise.

He pressed his raging dragon on her back, making her moan more louder.

"Young Master...~" 

He kneaded her breasts for a few seconds, jerking his cock against her ass. Then released her, making her collapse on the ground with loud heaving breaths.

"I'm leaving now," He said, adjusting his rock-hard cock on his pants so as not to make it obvious that he was having an erection.

Well, who wants everyone to see they are having an erection in public?