Transmigrated As The Perverted Young Master



Meeting chamber, Aurore Kingdom.

After the assassination of Queen Serielle, her brother, Sterlin became the King of the Kingdom. He was just a boy of twenty four, a young prince with a promising future ahead.

A raven came with a letter from the Spring Kingdom, and the new King immediately called for an emergency meeting. 

As the King finished reading the letter from the Spring Kingdom, he slammed it down on the table in front of him. "How dare they suggest a delegation!" he exclaimed, his voice rising with anger. "They insult us with their insinuations and then offer us an olive branch? They are trying to play us for fools!"

His advisors exchanged concerned looks, knowing that the young king was hot-headed and impulsive. "Your grace, we understand your anger," one of them spoke up cautiously, "but perhaps it would be wise to consider their proposal. We cannot risk going to war with the Spring Kingdom, not when we are still mourning the loss of our beloved queen."

The King scoffed. "And what if their delegation is just a trap? What if they are planning to capture us or worse, assassinate me?"

Another advisor spoke up, trying to reason with the king. "Your grace, we must approach this with caution, but also with a level head. We must consider all possibilities and make the best decision for our kingdom. It would be unwise to act impulsively and risk the safety of our people."

As much as Sterlin wanted to reject the Spring Kingdom's terms and retaliate for the death of his sister, he knew he had to think rationally. His advisors had warned him against a hasty decision that could lead to a full-scale war, and he knew that they were right.

"Very well," he said through gritted teeth. "We will receive the delegation and cooperate with their investigation. But make no mistake, if they try anything, we will not hesitate to defend ourselves."

His advisors exchanged concerned glances, knowing that their young king's anger could lead them down a dangerous path. They hoped that the delegation would be able to clear up any misunderstandings and prevent a full-blown war.

King Sterlin stood up from the table, his fists clenched at his sides. "Prepare the castle for their arrival. We will show them our strength, and they will regret ever crossing us."

His advisors bowed their heads, knowing that they had to tread carefully to prevent the young king from making a catastrophic mistake.

So it was decided, the Aurore Kingdom will receive Spring Kingdom's delegation party in accordance with the moral law.

The advisors quickly wrote a letter accepting the delegation to clear any misunderstanding.

When the raven arrived at the Spring Kingdom with the letter, King Redigal just laughed like a madman.

It took almost two weeks to complete this various and nefarious transaction between the two kingdoms.

And King Redigal has prepared just the best present needed for their island friends.

***

King's bed chamber, The Autumn Kingdom

"Father, the spring Kingdom plans to capture the Aurore Kingdom if it comes to war," a sweet and melodious sound rang through the bed chamber. she was on her knees, head bowed in respect.

The room was dark, not very dark, just enough so that it wouldn't be seen by anyone who walked in. The only light was the light of the moon which shined in through the window.

A woman, in her twenties, dressed in a maid outfit, stirred the pot in her hands with a spoon. With utmost delicacy, she lifted the spoon and brought it to the man lying on the bed.

With a quivering lip, he drank the content of the spoon. After a minute, the man said. "It's Aurore island, not a Kingdom, fool. Remember that. They are nothing compared to the great four kingdoms. Aurore island...thufff!" He spat on the ground.

The maid shivered but quickly composed herself.

There was no outer change in the kneeling girl, but her eyes were shaking crazily, not because of fear but because of anger.

She took a deep breath to steady herself before speaking. "With all due respect, Your Grace, underestimating Aurore Island could prove to be a fatal mistake. They may be small, but they have a powerful army and a strategic location. We cannot afford to ignore them." Her voice was firm but respectful.

"Is that so?" the king said, moving his hand and pressing it on the butt of the maid, pressing it with a little strength.

The maid wanted to scream and move, but she knows better not to go against his majesty. She has also seen what happened to the first prince when he openly contradicted his father's decision. She was a maid, after all, it was her duty to serve the king with utmost politeness. She bit her lips and continued to feed him.

Though the king was feeling her, she couldn't see any movements on the bed sheet covering him, movements especially from between his legs.

'So it was true!' She gasped internally and quickly focused on her task.

"Yes, Your Majesty," the girl said, "they have a strong presence across the sea. If the Spring Kingdom takes it, then they'll become the most powerful among the great four kingdoms."

"So not worry, my daughter," he said. "Let the dog fight each other and the lion will eat the winner. Spring Kingdom would not have Aurore Island. I can promise that. Now go! I've better things to do." His hand grabbed one of the maid's ass cheeks, pressing it hard and squeezing it.

A little moan escaped the maid's mouth, making the King laugh hysterically. "Look at you, sweet child," he said.

The bowing girl could hear the shuffling and rustling of the room, she doesn't want to look at what was happening, she could just imagine it.

"As you wish, your majesty," she said and stood up.

The King didn't give her any face as he was busy enjoying the delicious piece of cake.

With a short and sharp breath, the girl finally left the room leaving the King to enjoy the maid, even though he can't wake up his dragon.