Transmigrated As The Perverted Young Master



Alex was just your average servant, who was born and bred under the rule of the Zadkiels.

Like all his fellow peers, he vowed to serve the Zadkials till his death, marrying a young pretty lady from a washed out small noble house and living the best of the life any commoner dreamt of.

Though his life seemed to be perfect for those around him, it was far from the truth.

He had a problem. A severe drinking problem. he was addicted to it.

He drank away everything he made in his life and when there were no more coins, what did he do? He asked his wife.

At first, it was just asking then it became begging and pleading. Soon after it became violent and his poor wife had to comply with whatever demands he had.

Sometimes he forces himself on her, loudly bellowing, "You're just a whore in display for the lords to enjoy, who will satisfy me if not for my dear wife." Laughing maniacally as he pushes down on her.

He screams, he wails and he punches if he doesn't get enough of alcohol or if he is over with it.

But today, Alex was extremely happy, why? Because he doesn't have to ask his wife for any more coins. The young master had promised him coins because of his work commitment.

Today, the young master had promised him bottles of wine and alcohol saying he was feeling generous and so Alex came here, his favorite tavern.

Though he was surprised he didn't press on, as he know the young master was somewhat alike him.

He whistled in delight thinking about all the drinks and foods awaiting him on the roof. There was no doubt he was going to enjoy himself tonight. If he is dead after drinking too much, then he will be the happiest person to die.

He knocked on the door leading to the roof. "It-its me, Alex, young master."

His voice was slightly shaken, and that was when he realized he was a little nervous.

'Why am I nervous? It's just the handsome puppy of the Zadkial family, there's nothing he can do to me.' He took deep breaths as he calmed himself down.

The sound of clanking and shuffling could be heard through the door. Then the door opened slowly.

"Come in," a deep voice answered him.

'Luther! Why is he with the young master? Aah, whatever. The lords and their games. Let's just get to the bottles.' He thought.

Lo and behold, surprise was an understatement, what Alex saw through the open doors was an image straight from the heavens.

Bottles upon bottles of wine and alcohol, turkeys, chickens, and beef. All are laid out neatly on the tables.

There were also fruits, breads and cakes everywhere. And the most surprising thing was seeing the beautiful young woman standing next to his master.

A young beauty, with silky black hair that reached to her shoulders, green eyes which shone brightly against her pale skin, and a body that could make a grown man cry.

She wore a white dress that showed off her curves. Her breasts looked soft and inviting. His mouth watered at the sight of her.

She was truly a vision sent to Earth from above.

"Wow!" Alex exclaimed. "This is really impressive. Young master, you're such a generous man."

"Thank you, Alex," the young master said. "Come in and enjoy it. It's all yours." The young master gestured to the table and the lady standing beside him in a grand gesture.

"Oh, thank you very much." Alex bowed deeply, trying to hide his embarrassment. "I'm honored to be invited."

He walked inside and took the seat opposite to the lord, savoring his eyes with the feast in front of him.

·ƈθm "So, what shall we start with?" Alex asked excitedly. "What do you prefer, sir?"

"Whatever you think I should try first," The young master replied happily.

"Well, since this is our first time, then I would prefer to begin with something easy," Alex suggested. "How about the wines, sir?"

"Sure, let us have some red wine, please. I haven't tried this particular kind yet." The young master ordered.

The seductive lady took a bottle from the stash and sat on top of the table, near Alex, and with quick precision and nimble hands she poured two cups of the wine. She handed one cup to her master and placed the other on the table between herself and Alex.

"Here you go, handsome," she said smiling widely at him.

Her smile made her look like a goddess, and the way she spoke, it made her seem innocent and charming.

"Thanks, my dear," he said taking the cup and smelling its contents. It smelled fruity but not overpowering. He raised his brows in satisfaction.

"Cheers," he said, raising his cups.

"Cheers," the young master replied, clanking the cups together.

Alex gulped the wine in one gulp.

What he failed to see though was the young master pouring his wine down on a bucket safely kept on the side of his table.

He wasn't drinking, there was no way he was going to drink today.

"Haa..." said Alex, thumping the tinker hard on the table. "That was...delightful."

"Ah, I'm glad you like it," said the young master. "Perhaps you might like the Winter Kingdom special Ice crystal blast." He leaned in closer. "They are said to be the best of the best to cleanse a man."

Alex gulped as he heard the name. 'The ice crystal blasts', no fucking way!?'

As a vivid drinker, he knew about this specific bottle of premium alcohol, something that only the highest of the highest authority enjoys. For someone like him, it was just a dream to even see them in real.

The lady took another bottle from the stash, this time the bottle was clear glass, more like literal ice tuned and shaped to a glass bottle.

There was no liquid inside, or rather, the liquid just perfectly blended with the bottle that it feels like there was nothing inside of it.

Alex's eyes bulged, his breathing quickening. How could he not get excited? It was the real deal. The real bottle of purity.

He was going to die today. He was going to die of happiness and delight.