Transmigrated As The Perverted Young Master



She then unleashed the spell she had prepared, but he had already seen it coming. With a single step forward, he grabbed her arm and pushed her away, dodging the attack. The black ball blasted to the ground, making a huge crater as it smashed into the earth. The shockwave sent him staggering, and he was nearly thrown off balance.

"What the fuck? You dodged it," she muttered, her eyes wide with surprise. "How the hell did you get powerful?"

He smiled at her, leaning close to her. "Oh? Adventures, are we? I like that." His breathing caresses her face. "What might your name be, my fiery lady? I would like to make you mine."

"Ughhh..." She almost threw up then and there. "What the hell are you talking about? Move away, you worthless piece of shit!" She tried to shake him off but Damien was using his full power on her. He felt like with a little more force, she could snap his arms like a twig.

"You said there was someone you hate, right? Tell me his name and he'll be six feet under the ground." His eyes twinkled with cold determination.

She narrowed her eyes, a smile curling her lips. "Oh? You will kill him for me? For this lovely lady without anyone to protect her?" She snickered. "Then, I will tell you. The one who ruined my life was...you. Just die. That is the best thing you can do for me."

Damien laughed, and she flinched at his unexpected reaction. "What was that, my lady? You want some now?"

"Aah, I guess whatever I say about things out of this world won't register on your NPC minds, is it?" She shook her head and clicked her tongue.

"I didn't expect you to ask something like that, but I guess our interests are aligned," he laughed haughtily. 'You hate me so much that you even created a character based on me just to kill off and laugh at it, don't you? Let's see how much hate you have in you.' He smiled menacingly.

"What the fuck are you blabbering?" she looked at his smile with contempt. "Don't touch me. I don't want anything related to him touching me. Ugh...seeing you reminds me of him." She continued her banter like all the profanity she wanted to direct to her brother was directed at his counterpart in this world. "After all the shit he did to me and my family, you know what he did? You fucking know what he did? Died! How? Ask me. Ask me." She took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down.

"How?" She didn't notice the change in his behavior as she continued her banter.

"By fucking masturbating! That too with my novel. The police found him with his hands on the weiner with a fucking disgusting expression on his face. That fucker!"

Her rage was palpable. She couldn't hold it back. The blood drained from her face, her expression twisted with utter contempt and loathing.

'So it really happened.' He closed his eyes, imagining the faces of his mother and relatives seeing his body and the eccentric position.

"And top of the teasing and taunting from the relatives, the media found this unique story to be sensational. He had been the main figure in the news for some time after the scandal. Fucking useless dead meat. What the fuck is wrong with this world? The world is fucked up. How did I end up here? I just want to die." She looked up at the sky, her eyes brimming with tears.

'Fuck! Everyone saw that.'

"And...and..." her eyes watered. "And they even had the audacity to interview me as his fucking sister and the author of the novel that he was jacking his wiener off. You know how fucking embarrassing it was. I even thought about suicide. But I had to live it to the end, huh? That fucker." She was now crying.

'Oh? Fuck! Even if I had a chance, I don't want to fucking go back at all!'

"What am I doing?" She pushed him and walked a bit before crouching down, head between her knees.

'She always did that when she was lost.'

"I want to go home." She sobbed.

Damien felt complicated. On one hand, he would like to kill her and save this world. Allowing her to live means she will only try to kill the people he cares about and ruins this world completely. Of course, that means he's supposed to die but on the other hand, seeing her- his younger sister who he raised as a kid- break down like this is something he never imagined would ever happen. Somewhere inside him, there was this voice telling him to go and hug her.

He took a deep breath, walked towards her, and crouched down. "You said you were from somewhere far away, right? Do you know how to go back?"

The question struck her as odd like she felt he understood her. "What? Why did you ask me that?" She raised her head and looked at him. The resemblance was uncanny. She couldn't unsee it. He exactly looked like that pervert. Well, she envisioned this guy based on him, so it was only natural. But it was not just appearance, even his gaze was somewhat resembling.

"You look sad. Maybe because you're away from your home. Why don't you go back?" He was trying to appeal to normal without giving away his identity.

"My good man! My noble piece of crap! I'm trying and you are the sole reason I'm getting delayed. I can't even bring to kill you since you resemble..."Her voice broke off. "I need to end this novel as I wrote it. I need to kill people who are supposed to be dead and get to the end of the story to go back."

"I don't understand you, but can't you just stop trying to kill people and get to the end of the story?" He looked into her eyes. She had dark circles around her eyes.

"That is impossible. To achieve the ending I desire, then the story should be completed the way it was written. I even killed the Island Queen and that new duchess. Can you believe it? Someone who wasn't even supposed to exist suddenly became a Duchess, and you were even trying to protect her. Fucking hell."