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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_ · Fantasi
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Homecoming!

After the princess left the sanctuary, Damien emerged from his hiding.

"Alright. We can rest in the wagon. Let's not waste any more time," he wiped a sweat from his forehead. "I want to talk to my father. Or brother."

Aviora yawned and perched on his shoulder. The savory nuts must have made her drowsy.

Without wasting time, he walked to the streets and called for a wagon.

It was not large or grand like the one he was used to, but it was enough. He doesn't need a golden wagon just to visit his home, does he?

He had brought some food also for the night since he doesn't want to step out of the wagon.

Aviora had shaken her head in disapproval of his laziness.

Since she was also feeling drowsy and sleepy, Aviora had stayed with him, snuggling close to him.

After four days, they saw the estate from afar. The large castle nuzzled inside greenery. It made him nostalgic. Like he missed it. Like he felt at home.