Transmigrated As The Perverted Young Master



After reading the letter, he went and see his parents, to tell them about his decision of training under the mountain hermit.

Just like Daeron, they were understandably upset and rejected the idea without batting an eye.

Well, who can blame them? They don't even know who this 'hermit' is. Let alone sent one of their sons to the seven step mountains. It felt ludicrous.

But with some more coercion and sentiments, he indeed got the permission.

The hard part wasn't over, there was Danielle and some other things he needs to obtain before setting out for the journey.

He met Danielle in the garden and poured out his heart.

It went well, except for the part where she insist on coming to the mountains for his protection, but with some skilled way of words, he calmed her down and made her promise to him about going back to the academy the day after tomorrow.

Now was the hard part. Or rather, the exciting part.

After making sure she was sound asleep, Damien stealthily unlocked Danielle's room. He made sure no magic was used as it could alert her.

He crouched and moved with utmost silence like his whole life depended on keeping his stealth intact.

He saw her slender figure sleeping peacefully. Her soft hair cascaded like a waterfall onto the bed sheets. Her perky boobs jiggled slightly from her tossing and turning.

Damien breathed in deeply and froze.

'Control it, Dammit. Even if she's nineteen, you can't lust over her. She's your sister!'

He shoved the dark thoughts arising from within himself. He closed his eyes tightly and concentrated on calming himself down.

"Relax," he whispered to himself. "You're only human."

Damien inhaled again and exhaled slowly, as if trying to calm his nerves by breathing through his nose.

He opened his eyes once more, beaming with resolution and determination.

He decided to end this suicide mission as soon as possible.

With new found confidence, he approached the cupboard.

What he was looking for is there, safely tucked inside. He wanted to take this if he possibly want to please this hermit.

His heart pounded hard in his chest as he looked back to make sure she was sleeping. After making sure everything was fine, he swiftly opened the cupboard door, flashing himself with luxurious dresses and other ornaments.

Stealthily, he rummaged through a small section and found what he was looking for.

'Yes! This is it!' He smiled in joy as he held the small piece of clothing in his hands.

I just need two more of this and I'm done with pleasing the old geezer.

The faint moon light from the window illuminating the piece of cloth in his hands to it's full glory.

He was extremely happy to just acquire one, he can have the second one just by asking Lily and the third one can be a bit tricky but he had faith.

"Oh, what is this, brother, are you stealing my panties?" He heard an alluring and seductive voice behind him.

He slowly and meticulously turned around to face her.

She sat on the edge of the bed, watching him with curious eyes. She looked gorgeous in her sleepwear. He took in a deep breath and let it out slowly.

"No!" Damien said as he tried to explain himself. "I-I can explain." His voice was hoarse and he stuttered a little.

"And what possibly could you explain, brother apart from the truth that you're, indeed, stealing my panties? Your younger sister's panties," Danielle said quietly as she stood up from the bed.

Her breasts swayed rhythmically with each step she took toward him.

His heart pounded really hard as he saw her walking towards her.

"Tell me, brother, what's so special about these panties?" She asked as she stopped right in front of him.

She reached out to grab the pair of black silk panties in his hand. "Why do you need them?"

·ƈθm He can't possibly say he was planning to bring his younger sister's panties to a no-name perverted hermit way up in the mountains. Would she even trust him?

'Oh wait! I can actually say those things to her. It's her. It's Danielle. What can go wrong?"

So he came clean with her. He told her about the plan to train under the mountain, and how this old man has the power to train him in a better way than no academy can even think of. How this old man only accepts students who understand his needs and bring them to him.

"I see, so that's what it was about. Sad." She said, as she crouched and looked at him. "Here I thought, my brother was going to take my panties for himself and have fun with them in private." Her smile was almost ethereal and hypnotic.

"Lucky for you, brother. I wouldn't mind being your first victim." Danielle winked then placed the black silk panties on his palm. "But this is washed one, fresh. Would the hermit even want a freshly washed panties? Wouldn't he be more happier to have a used one, like the one I'm wearing now?" She stood up and grabbed the bottom of her one piece night dress and pulled it up enough to show the white silk panties she wore underneath.

Damien stared wide eyed as she revealed herself to him.

"Go on, brother." She giggled. "Take it. Pull it down and make it yours. You can even have some naughty time with it before you give it to the hermit."

A lump formed in his throat and his face flushed crimson.

'My god, why does she have to be so beautiful?'

His cock twitched and poked at his pants. He didn't know if his sister understood what she was doing to him.

He hesitantly reached out and grabbed the panties.

she moaned as his cold fingers touched her warm hips.

'Shit! No Damien, it's forbidden!' His warning was of no use, just even the scent of her was making him aroused.

"Brother, do you want me to help you with that?" She asked teasingly. "Or would you prefer to take care of it yourself?"

Damien gulped, feeling his dick getting harder. He looked up into her eyes and saw her smiling at him.

He looked away to compose himself, taking slow and measured breaths.

"I'll take the risk then," he finally said, looking her directly in the eyes.

She nodded. "Good boy. Now, go ahead and undress me. I'm already wet with anticipation."

Damien looked back at her. She was staring at him with a mischievous grin plastered on her face.

'This is not happening! This is your sister!'

He took a deep breath. 'Fuck! Why did I agree to this?'

He gripped the panties between his thumb and index finger and started to pull them down.

Danielle gasped softly as her brother's strong hands touched her skin.

She pressed closer to him, moving her body to position it perfectly beneath his grasp.

"Oh, brother," she sighed as she felt his fingers caressing her thighs. "You're certainly gifted at this."

He paused and took another deep breath. He looked up to meet her gaze and found her bright purple orbs staring at him intently.

He put on his best puppy dog eyes and smiled innocently.

'You're fucking kidding me.'

He brought the panties down slowly, inch by inch.

He never had looked at her pussy at all, but the scent, the sweet and intoxicating aroma filled his nostrils. The smell of her arousal made his mouth water.

As he pulled the panties lower, she parted her legs slightly, allowing him to slide the cloth further down her slim thighs.

She shuddered and moaned softly as he slowly lowered it down, revealing her delicate pink folds.

His hair slightly touched her pussy, making her moan louder.

"Ah, brother, even your hair is as naughty as you are. Reminds me of the old days." She giggled as she caressed his head.

'Just like old days!? Wait a fucking minute! Damien had boned her before!! Holy fuck!'

He was too shocked to hear the truth that he paused pulling her panties down.

"Danielle?" He said, in a low voice.

"Mhmm...yes, brother?" she said as she leaned into him.

"Have we ever..."

He paused.

'I'm such a stupid idiot!'

He continued with a hoarse voice. "Well, uhm, have we ever...you know," he couldn't find the right words.

"Oooh no, brother. You're yet to pop my cherry." She teased. "But I don't mind you doing it now"

'Oh thank god!' He was too relieved to know the old Damien haven't defiled her innocence.

With a relieved heart, he pulled the remainder of the panties down but she didn't move her legs, making the panties stuck on the ground.

He looked up at her, and she was looking at him. There was no giggling or sheepish smile, there was only a cold smile on her face.

Gulp.

They held their gaze for a moment before she smiles and lifted her legs.