Transmigrated As The Perverted Young Master

Chapter 121 Lucy, The Workaholic! (2) [R-18]

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Lucy's cheeks suddenly tinted red, a little, nothing to notice. She coughed. "Danielle Von Zadkiel and Daemon Von Zadkiel. They are both competing."

"Oh?" A disappointed sigh escaped Viper's lips. "That is unfortunate."

"It seems that they're quite popular amongst the lords and princelings of the four kingdoms. Even among some of our own people," Lucy added looking at Viper curiously. "They're considered very talented. Especially, Danielle, she's very skilled. She's good with blades."

The old man sighed. "We have a tournament of the century planned. This is supposed to be the most skilled and powerful generation after the Age of Heroes." He pushed back the chair and stood up. "Make sure the security is tightened. I don't want some cult fanatics to run around and ruin the tournament that is for the supposed unity of the so-called kings' fragile emotions."

"The security is tight. Their invasion is predicted. Or at least we're prepared for that. If there is just enough suspicion we will act swiftly and deflower it. Don't worry about that." Viper assured the old man. She's been preparing for this for many months now.

There was going to be no mistake at this tournament at all. There would be no mistake at all. She would kill anyone and everyone there if something goes wrong.

Even though she despises all the high lords and kings' and their bed warmers, their safety will be her top priority here.

"Good. Choosing you was wise after all," said the old man, looking at Viper with warmth.

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At night, in a room at the castle, Lucy lay sprawled on the bed.

She had spent the entire day running errands, organizing paperwork, and checking on the preparation for the tournament. At times, she found herself being pestered by various men hitting on her. She was tired.

The loose nightdress clung to her curves, accentuating them. The thin material did not cover much of her body and her nipples were poking against it. She rubbed her left breast and moaned softly.

Her thoughts wandered to the Viper.

The way she caressed her breasts made Lucy moan loudly. She rolled onto her side, pulled the sheet closer, and closed her eyes.

In her dream, she saw the Viper again. Only this time, they were naked and writhing in each other's bodies.

She opened her eyes suddenly and shooked her head. "Get a grip, Lucy. This isn't you!"

But the image of the woman with her legs spread wide, her thighs trembling as the succubus rode her mercilessly, kept flashing in front of her eyes.

Lucy groaned, her cheeks flushed and her nipples hardly poking out of her shirt.

She guided her hand slowly and circled her nipples.

Her thoughts wandered to that day. The day she saw a man and woman indulging themselves in carnal pleasures. The day Damien Von Zadkiel rode Viper, making the latter cry in ecstasy and pleasure.

She was going to check on him the second time after she left his room since he didn't remember much.

But as she approached the room, she started hearing moans and other vulgar sounds from the room. She carefully opened the door a little, enough for her to peek through it.

From the creak, what she saw made her speechless.

It was the moment when he broke off her magic thread and grabbed Viper, locking her in place and pounding her mercilessly.

It made her wet.

She wanted to turn around but the way they looked at each other, the passion and desire in their eyes stopped her.

And then she watched them kiss passionately and lick each other's tongues.

Then she saw her licking his...member passionately. That made her irk.

Though she knows what were they doing, she couldn't help but feel jealous of the Viper.

As she turned away, she felt her panties become moist.

Now, she was lying on her back with her fingers circling and squeezing her hardening nipple. The images from that time were still lingering in her mind even after a year and a half.

She thought of him. His throbbing cock and those red eyes.

Her fingers suddenly pinched her nipples harder. Making her moan loudly. She felt ashamed of herself hearing her vulgar sound but it made her more lustful.

She was sure if Viper was here, she would have offered no resistance to her lust attacks. She would have happily let her suck on her nipples and lick her pussy.

"Why am I like this? Why can't I resist myself anymore?" She cried aloud, trying to control her breathing.

She might resist some, for formality but deep inside she knew she would let her ride her.

Her left hand remained on her nipple while her right hand traced along her midriff, moving lower, further downwards.

When her finger finally reached the bottom, she gasped and froze.

Just below the elastic band of her underwear, there was a small wet patch.

She was dripping, just from the thoughts. It made her feel more vulgar.

She reached down again, under her pants, and slowly rubbed herself. This was the first time she was doing something like this. She felt a wave of euphoria at just a touch.

 She craved more. She wanted that more.

She then slowly circled her thumb around the spot, rubbing gently.

Moaning loudly, she pressed a single digit between the folds, spreading the labial flesh apart.

She rubbed herself like that for a few minutes, bathing in the new found excitement and pleasure. She thought of the boy and his cock, imagining that wild thing in her mouth, imagining that thing on her pussy, ravaging her, filling every hole, and leaving her begging for mercy.

As she continued pleasuring herself, she could feel her arousal rising rapidly. She felt something and she suddenly climaxed, moaning loudly.

Her eyes rolled backward as she came.

Lucy lost her consciousness to the pleasure, defeated, she slept peacefully that night. Something she hasn't been able to since witnessing the vulgar act that day.