Transmigrated As The Perverted Young Master



As the GrandMaster signaled the start of the duel, the crowd held their breath in anticipation. Damien and Viper locked eyes, their gazes filled with determination and a hint of tension.

With a quick, fluid motion, Viper lunged forward, her Sai blades slicing through the air with precision. Damien parried her attacks with calculated finesse, his sword meeting her weapons with a resounding clash.

The two fighters moved with grace and agility, their skills on full display. Viper's seductive demeanor was replaced by a focused and deadly intensity. Damien matched her every move, his confidence unshaken by her provocative tactics.

The crowd's roar engulfed the arena as the two combatants faced each other. The clash of steel echoed through the air, a symphony of blades colliding. Damien's sword swung with precision, aiming for Viper's deftly dodging figure. She countered with lightning speed, her sai blades flashing in the dimly lit stage.

Their battle was a dance of violence, a flurry of strikes and parries. Damien's attacks were powerful but predictable, while Viper moved with grace and lethal efficiency. Each blow reverberated through their bodies, the impact rattling their bones. They exchanged blow after blow, their weapons meeting in a symphony of metallic clashes.

The audience was enthralled, their cheers and gasps fueling the combatants' adrenaline. Damien's face twisted into a wicked grin as he launched a powerful overhead strike. Viper deflected the blow with a swift parry, her sai scraping against the edge of his blade. Sparks flew, illuminating their determined expressions.

Viper seized the opportunity and launched a flurry of strikes, her blades whirling through the air. Damien's defenses were tested, his sword desperately blocking her relentless assault. The crowd erupted in awe as they witnessed the intense exchange, the sound of their clashing weapons reverberating through the arena.

With a sudden burst of speed, Viper executed a spinning kick, aiming for Damien's midsection. He managed to sidestep, narrowly avoiding the full brunt of her attack. The force of her kick sent shockwaves through the ground, causing the audience to feel the tremors beneath their feet.

He was sure he would've rolled like a ball if she connected it. He grabbed her from behind, his hands grabbing her breasts. Viper smirked, seeing his hands on her boobs. "I knew you wouldn't be able to take your hands off of me, naughty boy. Should've just waited until the match so that I could've given you a private lesson," she grind her hips against his, feeling the bulge on her ass.

"Is that so? How about I just give you some here," with that he forcefully squeezed her tits, making her moan. He then flipped her over, making her land on her back, making a loud slamming sound.

The audience was booing now for robbing their opportunity of touching her boobs. The professionalism is all gone, replaced by a primal desire. Viper's eyes were half-lidded, her body quivering in ecstasy. She rolled back and spun to her heels.

Damien pressed forward, his attacks becoming more relentless. He swung his sword with fierce determination, aiming to break through Viper's defenses. But she matched his every move, her movements fluid and precise. The clash of their weapons echoed through the arena, a testament to their skill and strength.

Clang! Clash! The sound of metal meeting metal resonated as their weapons clashed time and again. Each strike was met with a swift parry or a graceful dodge, showcasing the combatants' skills. The crowd's excitement grew with every exchange, their cheers rising in intensity.

Damien's taunts continued throughout the fight, but Viper remained focused, her eyes locked onto her opponent's every move. She seemed to anticipate his attacks before they happened, countering with skill and precision.

With a quick fade, Damien managed to graze her suit, slicing the fabric just a little and that was enough. Enough for her breasts, which were already hanging for their dear life to spill out.

The crowd chanting her name suddenly went wild and replaced with chanting his name now.

Viper dropped her blades as she landed on the ground, covering her exposed breasts with her hands. She looked at him angrily, blushing. Damien chuckled and gave her a wink, his confidence unshaken. "My, my. I know you want them to see it but to expose them during a fight. Takes a lot of nerves."

"Damien. Damien. Damien." The crowd cheered on his name, chanting it as if it was the greatest thing in the world.

He couldn't help but smirk as he looked at her. "Damien, you're wasting an opportunity. A golden opportunity," she said seductively.

"Oh?" He asked, his sword resting on his shoulder. "You mean that golden opportunity you just presented me with?"

She smirked and licked her lips. "Not that. If you win this match, you won't join the Judiciary, right?"

"Even if I lose, I'm not joining this. I'm merely going to study under the Grandmaster. Nothing more, nothing less."

"Right... Well, if you lose, you'll be trained here. In this building. You know who else is in this building?" She smirked.

Damien raised an eyebrow, smirking back. "Oh, and who's that?"

"You already forgot her? Man, men are jerks." She pouted.

In fact, he knew exactly who she was talking about. But he didn't want to get distracted now since she could use any opening to attack him.

"Look behind you, darling. On the top of the arena." He knew where this was going and with a smile, he turned around and saw Lucy standing on the top of the arena and watching their exchange nervously. 

He quickly smiled, not because of seeing Lucy, but because of another underhand thing. "Bastard! Filthy tactical bastard!" Viper shouted and kicked using her free leg, as Damien had caught the other one when she tried to kick his balls of steel.

"You're so predictable, Viper, but you know what?" He grabbed her other leg and looked at the Grandmaster and smiled profoundly. 

The Grandmaster felt a chill run down his spine as his whole body was warned with a foreboding of an incoming disaster.

The crowd went silent as they also felt something was amiss.

His voice was low, but in the silent crowd, it was clearly audible. "I give up."