Transmigrated As The Perverted Young Master

Chapter 62 The Generous Young Master! (2)

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A glass of wine became two, then four, five, and so on.

Soon, Alex started to feel woozy and dizzy. His head spun and his senses became dulled.

He couldn't stop laughing and talking nonsense.

"My goodness gracious, I must say, this wine is quite delicious. My taste buds cannot believe how wonderful they are." His hands rested on the young lady's lap, kneading and feeling her curves.

"Mmmhmmm," the young lady cooed back to him. "You sure know what good wine tastes like, don't you?"

"Of course, I do, my sweetest darling. What else would a fine gentleman such as myself know besides the pleasures of the ladies and the joys of the drink?" Alex laughed drunkenly.

He felt her hand move up to his neck, massaging his muscles.

Damien slouched back on his chair, sipping a fine glass of winter wine, a special delicacy from the Winter Kingdom. He watched the soon-to-dead enjoying himself.

There was a bucket full of wines and alcohol beside him, all that drinks he pretended to drink with the man.

"I must say *hick* Your tolerance to the alcohol is impeccable, my lord," Alex said, wiping the foam from the side of his mouth. "It's almost like you're the King of drinks. There is nobody else *hick* beside you."

"Thank you for your compliment, Alex, I'm glad you're enjoying yourself." He raised his cup in salute.

The lady suddenly leaned towards Alex, her curves pressed tightly against his arm.

"I would love to pour some wine for you in private, my love," she whispered into his ear. "Wouldn't you like that, love?"

He smiled broadly. "I like this one, young master." Alex bellowed. "Unlike my whore of a wife, she's daring and dashing." He grabbed her head and looked at her eyes.

Suddenly, the glass on the hand of the young master shattered to million pieces, spilling all the wine to the ground. Blood trickled out from his hand.

"Young master!" Luther quickly arrived near Damien.

"It's okay," he said. "The glass must have been too cold."

Luther gave him a piece of cloth, which he took, and wiped the blood on it.

Alex was too drunk to notice anything other than the lady in front of him. 

"Nari," Damien said. "Take care of him."

The lady named, Nari bowed her head. "As you command, my lord." Her voice was cold and monotonous but as soon as she faced Alex it became the same old lovely and seductive. "Come on, my love. Let me take care of you."

She grabbed his body and steadied it. Even though she was smaller than her, her strength was high.

"And one more thing," he said.

She stopped in her tracks.

"Make his pleasure double."

With a curt nod, she walked away.

"Where did you get her, young master?" Luther asked seeing the girl carrying the swaying body of Alex.

"That's a secret, Luther," Damien smiled. "There are always people for every job in the world."

He wiped his hands off of blood and smiled maliciously.

"Seems like Alex is going to enjoy it with her." 

"Are you sure Lily wouldn't be affected by it?" Luther asked as he thought about the timid and lovely maid, Lily. He knows her husband was abusive but he never thought the young master would take it upon himself to end her misery.

The only sound that proceeded that question was the sound of wind and the sound of blood being forcefully wiped off.

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At the same time, in a room in the tavern.

Alex lay on the bed with a large drunken smile on his face as the lady slowly undressed him.

She moved slowly and carefully as if she wanted him to suffer forever. As she unbuttoned each button and peeled away each layer of clothing, she revealed the strong arms, the well toned chest, and the muscular legs. Each part of his body seemed to shine under the light.

With slow movements, she pulled down his pants until the last bit of fabric fell around his ankles.

"I'm curious *hick* as to what you're going to me?"

Without saying anything, she grabbed his arms and legs and tied them to the bed with magic thread. Her face was emotionless and stoic contrary to what it had been earlier.

"Oh!? This is *hick* ne-mhmmm?"

She quickly stuffed his mouth with a vile, spilling its entire content into his mouth, making him swallow it all.

Before he can protest, she gagged his mouth with a roll of cloth.

"No offense, Alex Wagner," she said. "I've my orders to torture you."

His eyes went wide hearing her.

"The potion you drank now was a mixture of herbs and poisons that will keep you awake and alert. But at the same time, it has a strange effect on your body making you sober in a matter of seconds. And once you're sober, I'm gonna start my things."

She took a large roll of cloth and unrolled it, revealing sharp knives hidden underneath it.

"These blades here," she pointed at several daggers neatly tucked on the cloths. "are poisoned needles coated with poison which causes excruciating pain when they penetrate the flesh."

She picked up the dagger nearest to her and threw it at Alex's leg.

Instantly, the blade pierced through the skin and sank deep inside the muscle.

Blood spurted forth, soaking the sheets below him.

"Oooohhhhhhh!!!" he screamed, thrashing wildly on the bed. "MHMMMMMMM!"

The lady ignored him completely as she continued picking up the knife and throwing it repeatedly at his limbs.

In seconds, he lost control of his bladder and began to piss profusely on the bed.

Pain, excruciating pain shot throughout his body. It burned, stung, stabbed, squeezed, and crushed everything within reach.

All he could hear was the sound of the lady giggling gleefully while watching him writhing on the bed.

He was sweating buckets and shaking uncontrollably.

It was just the start of the night, a long night where he suffered torment after torturous torment.

A night where he wished death would come sooner rather than later.