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Transmigrated As The Perverted Young Master

Do not buy privilege chapters for this month! I repeat, do not! I'm taking a break from writing. I'll come back sometime later. But not this month, though. The editing chapter would be released sometime later too. I'm exhausted, sorry for the inconvenience. Death! Such a powerful phenomenon holds the truth about the living. But when you're dead while "masturbating" it is another matter and when you find death isn't the end, it is also another matter. Damien was just your average perverted young man, who just doesn't even have time to tame his little dragon. He dreamt about becoming a small-time villain in the novel called 'Blood & Throne,' where the villain named Damien Von Zadkiel, was just a useless and perverted son of a powerful duke. He got away with pretty much everything; he slept with the most beautiful of beautiful ladies. Hell, he even slept with Queens and other important ladies from the noble households. He enjoyed life until he triggered the 'War of the four Kingdoms,' when he slept with the Winter Queen on her marriage bed. The Winter King who came back after defeating the ice demon found them snuggled under his bed. This triggered the tension between the kingdoms to break out, ultimately resulting in the war. But before he could even watch his own doings, our villain got killed by the so-called protagonist for enslaving his girl. But even his death was worth it as he got to enjoy everything fine in his life. Fine ladies, fine food, money, and everything you could dream of. The office Damien wanted a life like that, where he could just leisurely enjoy everything. Fate had other plans for Damien, as he suddenly died of a heart attack while taming his roaring dragon and finds himself in the body of his very own idol.

Eternal_Ruler_ · Fantasy
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266 Chs

The dinner! [R-18]

Damien returned to his room after the fight. For god's sake, he didn't destroy his room in the children's play.

He saw a healing potion on the top of the table. He chuckled and walked towards it.

'That idiot brother of mine,' he shook his head.

He took the potion in his hand. It had a flowery smell to it. Like saffron or something.

"Weird," he shook the bottle and uncorked it before gulping down it wholly. He felt rejuvenating. The potion was pleasant in taste unlike the other one Daeron had given first.

And it didn't hurt like mother fucker at all.

He watched as the potion took its effects. His mouth felt good and the small cut on his hand healed pretty quickly. He felt his stamina growing back like it never depleted at all.

After fully healed, he decided to take a bath as he was looking like a mine worker who was holed down for a number of days. The dust hanging on him was that much.