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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_ · Fantasie
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The Judicial force!

Lucy had quickly dressed up when she heard the blaring alarm. Her body, still sensitive from Viper's passionate touches, quivered from time to time. Whenever her skirt narrowly brushes past or the cold wind sweeps through her little flower from under her skirt.

The young master had left her and ran away, grabbing his heart and saying something like "My harem!" She doesn't understand what that was but honestly, she doesn't want to know at all. After all, everything related to him must be vulgar and sensual.

Her cheeks reddened, but she was worried about their conversation before the alarm. The way she rejected him and him promising her he won't touch her. Her heart pounded on her chest. 'Let's first end this and think about the future.'

She burst through the main office room. Seated on the table were all the important people of this city. All the eyes settled on her when she burst through making her eyes wide. Then she took a deep breath.