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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_ · Fantaisie
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Somewhere far away! [R-18]

Somewhere far in the West, where the sun never rises, and the sea flows endlessly, there is an island deep within the violent seas. A place where no one from the outside has set foot in the past two thousand years, a place that was long forgotten.

The moaning of a girl was wild. No, no. Not one, but several girls moaned. The room was filled with just their cries. There was no light, any sort of light at that. Even the moon and stars dared not shine upon this cursed land.

Even without any light, in the pitch darkness, they were indulging in pleasure without any inhibitions. Their lust and desire was overflowing.

The voices and moans grew louder, more intense, and the sound of flesh slapping against flesh was growing louder by the moment.

In one corner of the room, there was a large bed. So large that even 10 adults would fit comfortably upon it. A man was lying on the bed, his long white hair sprawling across the sheets.