Transmigrated As The Perverted Young Master



The arena was roaring and chanting as all the mages and knights want a piece of the arrogant young master who came to their home and insulted them. It was understandable. After all, they all are just NPCs whose only job is to either die or to just blend in the background. Touching them won't change anything at all.

The real players are the likes of Calen and Viper, touching them would mean a plot is being activated. That would either alter the courses of the arcs or it would just reset.

Under the spotlight, Damien smiled, a wicked smile seeing her, and lift his hand and pointed a finger at the venomous woman. "You. Come to the stage if you have balls." He then corrected himself. "Forgive me miss, I almost forgot you don't have any balls." 

An offhand joke which the audience laughed at.

Damien had to give it to her, she was a professional. Her expression never changed, her eyes never moved away from his. She was staring right into his soul.

"If you think you can win against me, come to the stage now." He beckoned her to come.

The crowd cheered for her to come onto the stage. She remained composed, her gaze steady and unwavering. With a subtle smirk, she gracefully made her way toward Damien, her steps filled with an air of confidence and purpose.

Just before the ring, Arcoss blocked her with a hand, "Apologies, Inquisitor," he said. "But do you really intend to fight a kid? You are an Inquisitor, a high-ranking officer directly under the GrandMaster, you don't have to go around and fight every petty squabble that happens."

She looked at the hand blocking her path, and then slowly shifted her gaze towards him.

"Arcoss, I believe you are aware of my rank." She said in a sweet tone.

He nodded.

"You are aware of my temper?"

Another nod.

"Move your hand or I'll rip it off," she said in a cold, detached voice.

Arcoss gulped but still stood his ground.

·ƈθm "I am aware you are one of the best warriors, Inquisitor, but fighting a kid with your caliber is like saying there's no one else to take on that kid other than mighty Viper herself. That is unacceptable, so please let me go."

She continued to stare at Arcoss, her gaze cold as ice, her face expressionless.

"I know that 'kid' personally and believe me when I say this," she touched his shoulder and moved closer to him. "I'm the only one here who can take him." A seductive smile blossomed on her. "That means no matter whoever fights him- even you, Arcoss- he would emerge victorious."

If this was any other man, they would've blushed and their little dragons would have raised, but his didn't, his cheeks didn't even redden nor his breath shortened. He was a man of conviction and determination, lust and pride were for lesser men.

"Very well, Inquisitor. Have fun with the kid." He stepped aside and allowed her to pass. The insult hurt him, but he knows better than to question his betters. If the Inquisitor says he would be defeated by the kid, then that is true. She knows his power and the kid's power. He looked at the kid, who was smiling like an idiot seeing the Inquisitor ascending the stairs.

The audience erupted into cheers, chanting her name.

She smiled and climbed onto the stage, standing right in front of Damien.

"Welcome, Inquisitor," he said, his voice filled with confidence. "I see you decided to accept my challenge." He called her by her rank since he doesn't want to give an appearance of familiarity to the audience.

"Grandmaster," she ignored him and bowed to the grandmaster. "Allow me to thank you for the opportunity to duel the young master."

The grandmaster nodded. "Very well, Inquisitor. May your blades be swift and your hearts true."

She turned back towards Damien. "Show me your worth with the blade rather than your words, young master. " She lifted her arms and pulled her two Sais buckled behind.

The tight green dress, her signature dress, now had a deep V neckline exposing a fair amount of cleavage. It was almost like she was flaunting her breasts. And he could already imagine she doesn't have any under wears underneath. Her ass jiggled as she moved and bounced with every step she took.

She slowly walked towards him, swaying her hips seductively, her green eyes shining with desire.

He watched her carefully, analyzing her every move, her every action.

This woman was born to be a seductress, there was no denying that fact!

"Oh, Viper, you sure know how to surprise me," he chuckled.

She smiled and brandished her weapons. Each time her hands move, her breasts bounced slightly.

"I am glad I can keep you on your toes." She then made a few practice swings. "But enough talking, I need to teach you some respect, you little brat...Coming here, challenging the Judiciary itself...Mhm... Balls of steel indeed."

"Balls of steel?" He chuckled. "We both know that ain't true, right?"

A small tinge of redness glossed her cheeks as she was aware of the GrandMaster's presence just behind her. She looked at him menacingly but with ruddy cheeks and an embarrassed smile. 

For a slutty woman like her, showing this much respect to a man was a strange sight.

"I wouldn't talk about things you don't understand, boy." She said.

"That is true. But I would make sure, I don't accidentally pull your fabrics down. It will be a shame for you if your breasts are out and the audience saw it, isn't it?"

Her face turned a little redder.

"You better take care of my clothes, boy. Because if you destroy them, I'll destroy you." She said in a dangerous tone.

Damien just shrugged. "It's a fight. I can't promise you anything."

The Grandmaster was perplexed to hear the conversation. 'He's indeed that pervert's student. Look at the way he's talking to her.'

Damien didn't bother to continue the banter and instead, he raised his sword at her.

The Grandmaster cleared his throat and raised his hand. "Begin."