Transmigrated As The Perverted Young Master



Damien escaped from his sister's grasp and walked to his room clutching the wet panties and his raging cock threatening to burst out of his pants.

his heart was pounding hard in his chest. 'What the hell was that!?'

He looked down at his hands, the panties were safe in his hands. He tucked them into his pockets. One was down now he needs the second one.

This one was risky, if the said person wakes up like Danielle, then he is dead rather than teased. After all this person was looking for something to hold against him.

He slowly and briskly strode towards her room. Luckily, there were no guards on the second floor as for privacy reasons.

Just like Dani's, he unlocked the door with the master key.

This particular key was from the stashes of the original young master Damien Von Zadkiel, he stole this key from the Duke for various reasons unknown.

Once the lock clicked, he gently pushed open the door and stepped inside.

The room was dark but there was enough light coming from outside the window.

And who should be sleeping soundly on the bed?

His other sister. Her face was covered by the bedsheets so he couldn't see much about her except for a small dimple on her cheek.

The fresh smell of lavender filled his nostrils. It was quite strong. He could also hear her soft snoring and her heavy breathing.

She looks way too innocent right now. This is perfect.

'She has bathed recently. That is good.'

He decided to end this quickly before being caught like before.

Like last time, he didn't turn toward the cupboard, rather, he walked toward the bathroom.

He opened the doors and searched for the garment hanging near the sink.

A few seconds later, he found it.

Blue silk panties with laces around the waistband.

The front of the panties had some lace trimming.

With trembling fingers, he took the panties and pulled them out of the cluster of dresses.

The material felt so smooth and soft to the touch. The blue color made his heart skip a beat.

He took a quick sniff to make sure-just to make sure- it was worn.

Like predicted, it smelt of arousal and sweat.

Perfect!

He put the panties in his other pocket and closed the door to the bathroom.

But when he was about to sneak out of the room he heard a sudden voice.

"You there!" she bellowed. "How dare you enter this lady's room at this hour."

He froze in his walk. His back was to her so he can't see her face. He raised his hands.

'This is it? Fuck!' 

He knew, if he were caught by Daenys, it would be the end of him. There was nothing that was going to help him there.

His heart pounded hard and his breathing turned shallow. He breathed in and out rapidly, trying to calm down.

Daenys's voice came again.

"Oh? What was that?" She said again. "You're here to defile me? Me? Well, well you came at a good time. Your lady is horny, right now. Come and make me satisfied." She patted the bed.

'What the fuck is going on?' Damien was for sure he was caught but hearing her say those things, made him more relaxed but confused.

He turned around and saw Daenys sitting on the bed with her eyes closed.

'She's sleep talking. What the fuck? I didn't know she was one of those people. Phew~" He wiped the beads of sweat from his forehead.

"Good boy, here," she said. "Lick."

Then she lay on the bed with her legs spread wide apart.

"Come on, lick my pussy. Don't be shy, I'll reward you. Mmmm. My pussy is so wet. You're gonna make me cum."

With much struggle and sneaking, he found out the truth about Daenys;

The universal truth that she doesn't wear panties while sleeping!

Her bare pussy was on display to him.

"Ahhh... Ohh..." she moaned. "It feels so good. Do it harder. Harder. Yes! Yeah! That's right. Just like that. Make me cum."

'Why is every Zadkiel has some type of problem? Why can't they be normal?'

He decided to leave the room before she make it further.

He closed the doors and quietly left the room without interfering with the young lady and her pleasure.

'Great! The tough ones are down now to claim the third one, I just have to return to my room.' He enthusiastically thought and walked towards his room.

...

He returned to his room to find someone waiting for him on the bed.

"And I was wondering if you would ever show up, young master," Lily said with a shy expression.

"I had something to do, my dear," he said closing the doors behind him and locking them. "Have you been waiting for too long?"

"Um... No..." she replied. "It's fine, I was just waiting for you to come back. I missed you so much." She ran towards him and hugged him.

"I am sorry, my sweetheart," he said hugging her tightly.

He leaned down and kissed her forehead. She was still wearing her maid clothes. making her figure even more appealing.

He kissed her lips and she responded by kissing him back.

Their tongues danced in each other's mouths. Their hands roamed over their bodies and touched sensitive parts.

"Damn, your taste is amazing," he groaned into her ear.

"Mmm..." she hummed in agreement.

The night went on and for hours the young master and his maid indulge in lustful pleasures.

When they were done, Lily collapsed on the bed.

He took deep breaths, calmed himself down, and got up from the bed. He picked up the panties from the ground.

It was soaking wet from Lily's juices.

"Welp, that marks the prerequisite for that old man. I wonder how he's going to react?"

He stored all three panties in a safe place and climbed on the bed before wrapping his hand around Lily, hugging her tightly, and falling asleep.

...

Like always, there was no Lily or anyone else when he woke up.

Today was his last day on this estate. Tomorrow morning, he was off to the Seven Steps mountains.

He had work to do tonight. Some heavy work he has been planning to do for more than three weeks.

He was going to kill certain someone.

"Is everything prepared?" Damien asked, sipping his juice.

"Yes, young master, everything is done according to your plan." Luther curtly replied as he stood behind his master.

They were in a tavern called, 'Green Ale's,' a tavern a certain someone often visits.

He made Luther watch the target's every move for the past three weeks. He wanted to know every move this person makes. Everything he eats, the type of ale and wine he drinks, the time he wakes up, the time he goes to bed, the frequency of his drinking days, and so on.

And Luther had done an excellent job of gathering the information.

He had picked out this day specifically because of this habit.

Without anyone noticing, he and Luther made a reservation and rented the entire top of the tavern. The open air was all his today and nobody would disturb them there.

He had hundreds of bottles of liquor set on a table with different flavors and kinds. There were all kinds of foods there. Bread and butter, roasted pigs, stuffed turkeys, exploding chicken, screaming beef, and many more.

·ƈθm It was literally a feast, a feast before the sacrifice.

He was ready to end Lily's misery today. He had made a vow to protect all his lovers, and today was the day when he was going to fulfill that promise.

He took another sip of his drink and watched the crowd of people walking in and out of the tavern.

"Which one is he? I can't see any distinguishing features," Damien said, holding a glass of pineapple juice and sipping on it.

"That would be him." Luther nodded pointing at a large man with a huge beer belly. "He is the one, young master."

Damien followed the direction of his finger and saw a tall man entering the tavern.

He was tall, taller than Damien himself. He was all laughing and touching the tavern wenches.

'Smile all you want. This is the end of the line for you today, Alex.' Damien smiled maliciously.