Transmigrated As The Perverted Young Master

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Royal bed chamber, Autumn Kingdom

A lady in a maid costume was crouched on the large bed, her head bobbing rhythmically up and down. Her hands clutched the man's thigh as she worked her mouth over his little dragon.

It was small, hell it wasn't even erected at all.

It was just the normal way; small, flaccid, and limp.

Even though she worked her mouth pretty professionally, for a maid, the thing wasn't waking up. It was like a dead fish.

No matter what technique she used- swirling her tongue around it, licking the insides of his foreskin, sucking hard, nibbling at the tip, squeezing it between her teeth, none of these techniques was working.

And even though, the man doesn't have a fully erected cock, the low moaning and short breaths indicated he was enjoying it.

She didn't dare to look at his face either, fearing the wrath of the man.

Her name was Kala, she was a young servant of the royal palace who had been serving the king for several months.

The King, on the other hand, only needs pleasure and satisfaction, but even after this many months, his little dragon never awakens.

She never voiced this out, fearing he would just kill her off. Instead, she did all she can do to please the King and keep him satisfied.

Kala felt disgusted by herself, but then again, what choice does she really have? To get fired or worse, killed.

This isn't right though.

Suddenly, someone knocked on the door.

Kala jumped up quickly, startled by the sudden noise, she turned around swiftly towards the direction of the knocker.

"Don't stop, you little whore," the King scolded her. "Continue it. I'm the King and no one will question me."

Reluctantly, she resumed doing what she was supposed to, knowing full well that the next moment, he'd yell at her once more if she failed to satisfy him.

Her sweet little mouth and his smelly dead fish. What a combo!

"Come in," yelled the King.

The door to the chamber slowly creaked open, and the lady came through it. Her armor, a thick metal breastplate, covered her entire upper torso, covering every inch of her skin. On her lower half, she wore a leather skirt that reached down below her knees.

Upon entering, she saw the sad face of the maid, Kala. She looked distraught, and her expression clearly stated that she was having a tough time pleasing the King.

The maid didn't lift her face to look up at the princess, to greet her, but simply continued to suck him.

There was no change on the princess' face like this was another normal day in her life. She also didn't care about the lack of respect from the young maid.

"What is it now? It better be good news!" said the King, grumpy as hell for interrupting his love making session.

"We've been reported that the Spring Kingdom is attacking Aurora Island. They have already destroyed the naval fleets and in time, they're sure to capture the entire Island." Said the Princess, her red hair tied up neatly into a bun.

The King laughed, a throaty laugh. "It's just as expected. That fool really did order to attack the island, didn't he? That's all I need. Elora, open up my drawer, there will be two letters in them. Take it."

Elora, the princess slowly walked to the bedside table and opened the drawer, and sure enough there were two letters. She reached out and took it.

"One is for the Magic Judiciary and the other is for our dear beloved hero. Tell him not to fail me again." The King said, grabbing the head of the maid and forcefully pushing it deeper.

"But father, I can do it," Elora protested. "Why do you want to send him again? Didn't he fail you the last two times? I'm ready! Just give me the orders and I will personally go to the war field and make the Spring King seize his fires."

"You're not ready, girl," said the King, annoyed. "You're still learning. Not to mention, a desperate dog will do anything to survive and I want that kind of desperation now. And he's the only one who can do it."

"But fath--"

"Get out of here, you dirty wench!" roared the King, grabbing Kala and yanking her off him. She stumbled off the bed, her body hitting the ground.

Now there was no filter between his dead fish and his daughter, but she didn't look at it.

I mean, who wants to see a dead fish, right?

Elora looked at her father for a long time, her expression that of disgust and stormed off the room, leaving the door wide open.

"Fucking bitch," he said. "Just like her mother, that dirty fucking whore who might be fucking her own son right now in the other room. Why can't they be normal, like me?" He shook his head in disappointment.

Then his eyes landed on his own dead fish. Since the room was dark all the time, he didn't had to see it but now the light coming from the open doors illuminated its tiny form.

"Fuck," he cursed. "If only that bastard didn't fail to obtain that herb from the temple, then I could've enjoyed it. Fuck! I will fuck his sister in front of himself when I get my ability back. Fucking gods!"

Then his eyes caught a slight moment on the side, with a wicked smile he turned towards Kala and said. "Well, what the fuck are you waiting for? Come and undress. Let's finish what we were doing before my little whore interrupted us."

Kala hesitated, her eyes darting between the King and the open doors.

"Oh? Are you afraid of getting caught? Or perhaps you don't think yourself worthy enough to serve me anymore?" asked the King, sitting on the bed.

With a quick movement, he grabbed the collar of her dress and pulled it upwards until the bottom hemline of her outfit rose high above her hips. With the same motion, he pulled her to the bed and completely ripped off her maid outfit.

Then he slouched back on the bed. "Go on," he said. "Get on top. Let the world see you're riding the King's large golden rod." He laughed maniacally.