Transmigrated As The Perverted Young Master



She cried out as she felt his cock entering her. She was so sensitive, so worn out, that she didn't even know what was happening to her. He was slowly thrusting into her, pushing himself deeper inside her.

Her walls were twitching and quivering, they were still recovering from the multiple orgasms. And he was moving fast, fucking her without any mercy. She couldn't even comprehend what was happening to her.

He kept on thrusting into her, faster and faster. His cock was so big and it stretched her walls. It felt good but she couldn't let him win. She wasn't going to lose to trash like him. So she persisted, with the last bit of strength inside her.

But that too was proven to be severely low as she came again. This time it was too much for her to take. She arched her back and screamed loudly, her toes curled up and her hands grabbed his back. Her nails dug into his skin, making him bleed. Her whole body was shaking and shuddering.

He pulled his cock out of her. Her body slumped down on the floor and she panted. Her eyes were closed and her mind was blank. All she could feel was a dull pleasure coursing through her body.

Then she was in the air, as he grabbed her body and flung on his own and pressed her against the glass case. The glass was breaking nonstop now. The creatures inside were scared, their eyes were wide open and they were pressing themselves against the far wall of the glass case.

He plunged his cock inside her again, his entire cock went inside her. Her walls were clenching onto his cock and he felt himself getting close. He was already tired after fighting a war. But he knew he would have a long way to go before he can call it a day.

"F-fuck," he groaned as he held her by the waist and slammed his cock inside her.

"G-god..." she moaned, her voice was hoarse.

They both kept on thrusting into each other, neither of them wanted to back out. Then he felt himself cumming. He thrust into her one more time, filling her with his cum. She screamed in pleasure as she orgasmed again. Her juices were flowing nonstop.

He laid her down on the floor, panting.

She was breathing heavily, her eyes were closed.

He chuckled and took a few steps back. He sat on the ground and leaned on the wall. He then turned towards the glass case and looked at the crazy creatures inside.

The creatures were staring at him with a mixture of fear and curiosity.

"Looks like you had fun." A voice made him turn to look at Viper. She was standing beside him, her arms crossed. She was fully revived and a small vial was clutching on her hand.

"Oh shit!" He cursed as he saw her devilishly smiling at him.

"You already done, big man?" Her footstep echoed through the gallery.

"Well, what can I say?" He smiled at her. "If you want us to continue then perhaps we can, after I take rest, you know?"

"Oh? Is that so? What if I don't want to rest at all? What if I want you to ravage me, right now?"

His eyes traced a sweat drop trickling down from her neck, rolling along the curve of her boobs and then finally falling from her nipple. Her whole body was making him go crazy. The once cool place was like a micro oven right now as the heat and the sweat from their bodies were rising.

His flaccid cock slowly rose, like a python readying itself to strike down.

"What about your job?" He asked, trying to control himself.

"Nah, look at these creatures. They are waiting for us to continue. They will resume their craziness if we won't continue and it's gonna be a mess, you said it yourself."

She leaned down, just above his eye level. "Where is the man I just encountered just now? Sleeping already?"

He smiled, pitifully not because he doesn't want to ravage her but because there wasn't enough energy on him. If they were to fuck already, he was sure she would chew him and spit him out.

"I'm afraid not. I've run out of steam."

"Pfft," she laughed. "A guy like you has run out of steam? Well, I guess I better take care of this." Her menacing eyes glowered in the dimly lit room and he felt like a prey waiting to be devoured in front of a ferocious predator.

Gulp!

"Tell me about yourself, Viper. I would like to know about you. Really." He tried to buy time from her. Time until he had enough mana to recover from this lethargic state.

'Fuck! This is dangerous. Really, really dangerous.' He thought, her smile was intensifying, she looked just a viper now.

"Nah, buy me some fine wine then maybe I'll think about letting you on my secrets, happy?" She said. "For now, let me devour you." She straddled his lap and was ready to go another round when a sound came from two blocks ahead, like something falling. Then another sound came of someone running away.

"Who?" Damien was surprised to see a silhouette getting smaller. His heart was pounding as he thought it was Danielle, then Viper was on the silhouette tail.

For a powerful person like Viper, it was fairly easy to catch up on whichever unlucky soul was that.

He saw Viper pouncing on the person and bodies falling and rolling. Then they were walking towards him, as she successfully restrained the person.

The prisoner struggled but Viper was strong and firmer as she doesn't even sway from her walk.

When the two came to the light, Viper threw the person on the ground in front of him.

His heart pounded as he recognized the woman, the woman who interrogated him, the woman who was said to be the right hand of the Grandmaster. The curator, Lucy.