Transmigrated As The Perverted Young Master

The Blackwoods village was a small, peaceful hamlet, nestled within the sprawling Zadkiel duchy. It was located on the far side of the Spring kingdom, and was a minor village, known mainly for its crops and the hardworking farmers who toiled in the fields day in and day out.

Yep, the four kingdoms in the book are based on the four seasons.

Kingdom of Winter, Kingdom of Summer, Kingdom of Autumn, and the Kingdom of Spring.

There are also other minor kingdoms with other names, but they just aren't important as these four. The plot progresses because of the growing tension among these four.

Damien himself delivered the ultimate blow, driving the final nail into the coffin. The Winter King stormed into his bedchamber after defeating the Ice Demon on a death and life battle, where he found Damien and the Winter Queen snuggled up in his own marriage bed. The king's rage was like a wildfire, and it set ablaze the already-tense relations between the four kingdoms. The result was a devastating conflict known as the 'War of the Four Kingdoms,' which would leave countless casualties and irreparable damage in its wake. But even as the war raged on, Damien was already dead, his fate sealed before he could even witness the terrible consequences of his actions.

'Going to the estate would be the best course of action as I need to learn more about this world. I'm sure the book didn't cover all of the minuscule details about all of the kingdoms and the necessary 'things' surrounding this small villain.'

The village was quaint, with cobbled streets and small, thatched-roofed houses lining the roads. There were a few shops and stalls selling local produce, and the occasional tavern where locals could be found drinking ale and swapping stories.

As he walked through the village, he couldn't help but notice the simplicity of life here. The people seemed content with their lot, happy to work the land and raise their families in peace. Children ran around playing games, chasing each other through the streets, while the men and women tended to their fields and crops.

He must've chosen to get some action far away from the estate, though he was considered a disgrace in the battle, he didn't want to spread rumors about his womanizing too.

It will only hinder him and his progress of shagging other noble and voluptuous ladies.

'Ah, that might explain this common attire.'

He slowly walked through the rocky roads of the village. All the houses are the same or have a very slight difference from each other.

He slowly ran his fingers through his wet hair, pulling it back.

He glanced around the village as he slowly walked outside. He doesn't know how far is this village from his estate.

Many people were going on with their daily lives.

Men harvesting the crops, children playing around, and women...

Whoa~~

A vulouptos-looking woman in simple peasants' cloth was bending down to pick up the clothes for drying it.

Her twin mountain peaks peaked at him through her clothes.

Even though she was facing him, he can imagine her backdoor building just by seeing the curves around her thighs.

His new little dragon stirred on his pants.

Updat𝒆d fr𝒐m nov𝒆lb(i)n.c(o)m

She suddenly looked at him and smiled. Her honey-gold eyes sent shivers of excitement through his entire body. A smile so pleasant that it was for sure was an invitation.

He can shag her. Right now!

He can quench the thirst of this feverous feeling he was having. The feeling of pinning this voluptuous-looking animal to the bed and punishing them to his heart's content.

'No, not happening little bro.' He shook his head and continued with his walking.

It was not because this body and his mind were not in zinc, it was because he remembers what Damien did to make his sick self conquer the women.

He drank a custom-made potion. What does it do? This will give him a temporary boost to his strength making him a wild animal hunting down its prey on a hungry night.

He will become an animal with too much lust and stamina for a few hours. It was what the old Damien needed. To feel that intense pleasure and ecstasy even at the cost of him being a deprived sexual addict.

That behavior of his was the reason that made him sleep with Winter Queen on her marriage bed. If it was the old Damien, young and smart, he would've shagged her without anyone finding it out.

The potion was not with him right now which means he drank it before courting the baker's girl.

Must be the reason his little dragon woke up.

Paddy and corn fields were spreading so far that he was not even able to see its end.

Gold and green color adored the field.

Large trees on the sides give large shadows to cool down the people from the blazing sun.

Tak~ Tak~ Tak~ Tak~

He suddenly heard the sound of a wheeled cart from behind and sure enough, it was a horse cart drawing crops. Sheaves of paddy and wheat. The cart had a symbol on it; a dragon breathing flames, red on black banner.

'Generic. Why do all fantasy novels have something to do with dragons? why can't they have mermaids and succubus as their sigil? I can at least ride the latter two, what of the dragons? Well, I can at least go home.'

It was the sigil of Zedkiel duchy, his duchy.

He did the hitchhiker's gesture.

Tak~ Tak~

The horsecart slowed down and finally came to a stop in front of him.

"Young master! Why are you here?! Why are you... Wet?" A well-built man in armor with the same sigil on the chest piece hopped down the cart.

Luther. He was the second-in commander of the entire duchy. He is also young and talented just like all the nobles and their children of his generation except for him, of course.

"I was just taking a stroll and decided to get a bath since it was very hot in here." He said and started to climb the cart.

"A stroll? Here? From kilometers away from the estate?" Luther chuckled a bit seeing his young master's whole mood.

'Looks like he didn't get the action he came for. Well at least he is not dead, that's good." He also hopped in on the cart and motioned the driver to move on.

Their journey was a silent one. It will take a good few hours before reaching the Zadkiel estate.

'Ah, I'm going to meet my not-so-happy siblings and the estate servants. Lord Zadkiel will fume on me. He might even spit fire since I'm pretty sure they must think I went missing or someone must've snatched me for ransom.

Ha, and there is also her too. If Damien is holding her now then I can avoid the mishaps that befall me.'

Aurelia. She was the one the protagonist of the story was after. In hindsight, you could say he traveled the world to fulfilling his destiny but in reality, he was tracking down his old lover, who was being enslaved by yours truly.

'Tut~ tut~ tut~' He clicked his tongue. There were just so many things to do before he can finally enjoy himself.

There was his cure for the illness and the protagonist's girl. He needs to free her and somehow convince her he didn't do it because of any ill intent. That part is really hard. She is a wild animal after all.

'He~ he~ he~ would be nice if I could taste her!'

Luther had a complicated and furrowed look on his face seeing his young master smiling like a pervert.