Transmigrated As The Perverted Young Master

"What is your opinion about making your husband a crack?" He smiled, not the perverse smile of lust but a perverse smile of evil. "We can start with a few cuts here and there, a little blood, and a lot of pain."

She struggled to break free from his grip, but he seems to be stronger than her.

"A crack?" She said, struggling under his weight. "What use do I've for a crack, young master?" She gritted her teeth, feeling her hands being pressed down by his cold hands above her head.

"You can hear me out or waste your energy in vain." He chuckled.

She tried to twist her body out of his hold, but his strength was too great for her to escape.

"Well?" He questioned with anticipation. "Do you wish to listen to my offer or do you prefer to stay the way you are? weak and fragile."

She could feel his hot breath on her face.

"...I..." She stuttered.

"Yes or no?" He asked.

"No," she whispered.

She released her tension and loosened herself. It felt so damn good to just let go rather than to struggle.

She knew it was her weak mind acting up, to just let it happen rather than fight for it- it was a weakness she had to overcome.

"Good." He said. "You're a clever one. Most people rather focus on their physical and magical strength rather than their brain. It's hard to train your brain, but harder to keep your sanity." He adjusted his position, leaning closer to her ear. "Once you cross the line, your mind becomes unstable, like a wild animal. It doesn't know its limits, it has no restraint, it can't stop itself from hurting others."

He shifted his legs and sat astride on her stomach, still pinning her hands above her head with his left hand.

"It can be very useful in some circumstances, though." He said, leaning on her and licking her ear.

"What do you mean?" She whispered, feeling him nibble at her earlobe.

"Oh, you know damn well what I mean."

He pressed himself down and pinned her, his entire weight resting on her stomach. His hot breath tickled her ear, and he quickly lowered his lips to kiss her neck, breathing in her scent.

"...!" Her body tensed as a sudden wave of panic washed over her. This was something that she could never ever imagine doing or even fantasizing before.

His tongue traced the smooth skin of her neck and back down to her shoulder.

She felt her body trembling, her heart thumping away frantically.

He bit her ear, drawing a little blood from her tender earlobe, tasting her with his hot breath.

"...no..." she whispered, barely even able to speak.

He gently lifted his body from her, freeing her hands. She gasped in relief as a chill ran down her spine, and then instantly felt cold. She felt weak, she had lost all her strength.

His lips met hers, with more passion and lust.

"Nn... n-nnh..." She moaned softly, her lips parting.

Her eyes closed and she leaned into him.

His mouth tasted so sweet; it sent a rush through her body. It wasn't like the sweet wine that she had drank earlier--this was sweeter than any drink she could have imagined.

With his free arm, he wrapped around her waist, holding her close as they kissed. The softness of his lips made her feel warm inside.

The sensation of his muscle against her bare breasts, and his cock pressing against her lower abdomen made her shiver.

And yet there was no hint of discomfort within her mind, only an overwhelming sense of pleasure.

A low moan escaped her throat as their tongues met each other again and again. She couldn't think clearly anymore. All she knew was this warmth spreading throughout her body.

They both came up for air once, and she opened her eyes.

"...don't..." She tried to pull back, but his arms were wrapped around her waist.

His hands grabbed her thighs and his tongue moved lower, slipping inside her mouth. He squeezed her breasts while his tongue explored her mouth.

Her mind went numb, her senses dulled by the heat of his body and the ecstasy of his lips.

His hand moved lower and groped her ass cheeks, and she could feel the dampness between her legs.

Her own hands slid down from his shoulders and grasped at the hem of his shirt.

She wanted him.

Wanted it more than anything in the world.

"Ah..." she gasped out when he moved his fingers to her pussy through her dress. "Not there..." she whispered.

She didn't know what to do anymore, her body was so weak from his kiss and touch. But there was a part of her that knew he was only trying to weaken her before he devour her.

"Is this how you decided to help me?" She squeezed those words, desperate to reach him before she herself flings into the abyss of pleasure.

But his hand was still moving against her pussy, it felt good.

He released her, looking straight into her eyes. She could see lust, hunger, and desire in them.

"Don't worry," he said. "This is just to stimulate your brain." His fingers found their way through her gown, then her undergarment, and finally her clit, and quickly kneaded and twisted, rubbing it with just enough force to send her body into an uncontrollable frenzy.

She moaned loudly, her head rolling backward. Her hips buckled under his touch, and he held onto her tightly.

He continued to play with her sensitive skin until finally...

It happened.

The feeling hit her like a bolt of lightning.

There was nothing else. Only the intense wave of pleasure rushing through her entire body. It started deep inside her pelvis, traveled upward, and exploded somewhere beyond her ears.

"Ahh~" She gasped, her body shuddering involuntarily.

"Good." He grinned. "Just keep breathing deeply and you'll soon forget all about your husband, or maybe you will even start to like me." His tongue lashed out once more to kiss her lips.

"Fuc- fuck you!" she uttered, completely defeated.

A moment later, he removed his fingers from her body and lifted himself up, walking away. He rummaged through the pile of bottles and litter on top of the table, seeming to find something.

"Tell me all about your husband," he said, as he finally found what he was looking for. A pipe and a matchbox. He lifted the pipe, eyes beaming. The tobacco inside it has already dried out.

She looked at him, a mix of fear and disgust mixed in her expression.

"Bastard, you used me and now you want information," she said.

He rummaged through the litter once again, in hopes to find anything to smoke on the pipe. His effort was not in vain as he found a small paper parchment wrapped like a stone.

He meticulously opened it, revealing its content, safely tucked in it.

He bit the pipe and pinched on the parchment, taking a little of the dried and small leaves from it and placed it on the pipe. Then he lit it with the match. As the leaf smoked, he sucked in the fumes.

"Why? You didn't seem to be against me when I 'used' you?" He said, laughing at her.

"That- you- bastard!" She pouted and released a huge sigh. She shifted and turned before finally resting her back on the bed frame. "It's been so long." Her eyes focused on the ceiling as she remembered how her husband was like when she first met him. He had been very sweet. A gentleman, in fact.

But then... things started changing. His eyes changed. They became strange. As if they weren't his eyes anymore. She knew he was capable of all those cruel acts, but she never thought he'd get to the point of being a murderer or a sadist.

As he lit the pipe, the sweet smell of the tobacco filled the room.

She looked at Damien as he exhaled, blowing a small cloud of smoke out into the air. "It's been so long since I felt another man's heat." She locked her eyes with his, her face devoid of any emotion.

"Was he always like this? Your husband."

"No." She said, with a hint of sadness. "Not really. He was sweet back then but thinking back, it seems like it was just a facade to get everyone wrapped around his finger."

He inhaled and took in a huge lungful of smoke.

"You loved him?" he asked, puffing away the last of the leaves and ashes.

"Oh." She exhaled and released a huge breath. "Once." She said, not feeling particularly sorry for herself. "Now I don't even know who he is."

"It's evident, you still have a lingering feeling for him." He said, walking slowly to the bed. "Do you wish him back?"

It's a trap, she knows these tactics too well.

He sat on the edge of the bed, watching her closely.

"No." She said, unwavering and resolute. "I don't want to feel that way ever again." She paused for a moment, "I'll never let him back into my life."

She could see the satisfaction in his eyes.

"Tell me all about him." He said. "Tell me about you, your family, and all things you wanted to let out."

She stared at him, wondering if she could trust him or not.

She grabbed the pipe from his mouth, paused for a second watching his eyes, damn bloody eyes, and drew in.

She held the pipe between her fingers and let it burn down, leaving a trail of burning ash and embers.

She grabbed and placed his head between her breasts and pulled his hair, forcing his head down and pressing his forehead on her chest. "Tighten your nerves, young master. You're going for a deep ride to the lore of house Ferel and its road to ruins."