Transmigrated As The Perverted Young Master
Chapter 211 The Punishment! (1) [R-18]

"Aah, I almost forgot." She crouched in front of him and grabbed his head by the hair and brought it up to her eye level. "Did you enjoy that scenery on the boat? The one you had when you ate that magic mushrooms? You know the way you and I shared love and we got a little bit intimate? I was able to make a scene with us, you know."

He didn't reply. His mind was reeling, trying to gather the information.

"Not just that vision. Even before that, there was a dream as well. Do you remember that?" She scrunched her face. "Eww, imagine my disgust when I fucked you. The man who was your design model. I still want to vomit. I didn't have much control over that dream as that girl and I were not completely merged at that time. But we are now."

"Shut the fuck up," he said.

"Ooh, the trash is talking back now? You know, this was fun, but now that I have been reminded of the power and pleasure I have, I think I can finish this up. No one can stop me from doing whatever I want to do. You know that." 

'I need to come up with something. I need to make her distracted. She will kill me or else!'

A sudden thought passed through his mind. 'Eww, imagine my disgust when I fucked you.' Her words echoed in his mind. Then he remembered the woman he made love within that boat. She was sensitive. She was willing. She was kind. She was his.

He remembered her smile, her scent, her laughter, everything about her. He saw her in his mind, and he knew what he needed to do.

He looked into her eyes. It was just inches away from his face and this was the perfect time to end this.

With a quick burst, he slammed into her, pushing her to the ground, as his lips landed on her lips. She tried to push him off, but she couldn't.

He was able to taste her. The sensation of her lips, and the warmth of her tongue.

"You fucking trash!" she said, and was about to summon her sword when he suddenly pressed his lips hard on her lips.

It was hard, and his lips were rough, and he felt her squirm and push him away.

Then he remembered the way her eyes were wide, and she was stunned. He saw the way her eyes softened, and she was vulnerable. He nibbled on her lips, and he felt her body heat up, and she was trying to breathe.

'She's going to kill me, I'm sure,' he thought. He felt her body against his and the way her breasts were pressing on him. The way her hair was against his face. The way her hand was grasping his shoulder. The way her legs were between his.

He felt the blood rush to his face, and his cock hardened, and he felt her lips loosening up to welcome him.

She was surprised and her thoughts were scrambled and the way he was kissing her made her head reeling, and the way his tongue was dancing, entwining with her tongue, and his hands caressing her body, sent her mind spinning.

She was too stunned to speak or think. It was that much sensation, and it was too much for her to bear.

He pressed his tongue deeper, and she was able to taste the iron tang of her own blood.

A lifelong virgin she was, just like her perverted brother. The taste of another man was just too much. Too foreign. Too weird. It was disgusting, but the pleasure of having the tongue of another dancing inside her mouth was something she would never have imagined.

Her pussy was starting to get wet and her mind was being invaded by the thought of this man, her own creation, taking her and using her. And then disgust took over as she remembered his reference model but the sensation was too much to just push him away.

'Forgive me, sister. This is the only way.' His momentum broke for a second and she momentarily gained control of her body. She summoned her sword and it came into her hands.

"What the fuck did you just do?!" she cried out.

"Shut up. You are mine, and you will always be mine." He gripped her wrists and he forced the sword out of her hands. It clattered to the ground and he was able to pin her down again. She felt weak.

She squirmed and writhed and tried to punch him in the face, but he was too quick. He grabbed both of her hands and placed them above her head.I think you should take a look at

"What the fuck are you doing?" she screamed.

"I am going to give you the ultimate pleasure you never had." He proclaimed as he groped her right boob.

She was surprised by the gesture, and her mind was reeling, trying to replace the solution to this situation. "Aah, you fucking trash. Stop it!"

His hand was firm and it was gentle at the same time. She was able to feel the warmth and the sensation. It was soft and she was able to feel the way his finger and thumb caressed her breast, sending her mind into chaos. A small moan escaped her mouth as he pinched her erect nipple.

Without her knowing, she came, her juices flowing through her panties and through her dress. She writhed and squirmed, and she arched her back.

She wasn't able to open her eyes as she melted in pleasure. He leaned into her and whispered, "This is just a starting. I can pleasure you like you never had. I am going to make you come hard."

She was trying hard to open her eyes, and she was able to see the glint of his teeth as he smiled. She felt his weight on her, and the sensation of his breath and his lips, and her mind was spinning.

The cold ground made her shiver more. She felt like the thousand blue blazing eyes were watching her, and the sensation of him, and his warm lips, made her mind spin.

"No..." she whimpered as he slowly started to unbutton her shirt. With Danielle, he was reserved like he was apprehended because she was his biological sister. Something his body always reminded him but despite that, he was getting ready to warm to her. But her, the one under him, was his real sister but he was not feeling the same reservations.

"Oh, yes," he replied.

He kissed her neck, and his lips and tongue trailed down. She shivered, her nipples erect, and the thought of this man who was a complete stranger, being able to know her better than she knew herself, sent her into a spiral.

She could only imagine how he would look like if he was to get undressed.

"You are mine, and you will always be mine," he said and he kissed her breast, taking the nipple into his mouth. She moaned louder now, feeling his hot tongue swirling around the nipple and his teeth tugging, and he was able to suckle her.

Her back arched and her hands were free and she grasped his head, pulling him closer to her breast. She could only imagine the scene. It was a sight she would never have imagined to have, and it was something she would never want to have.

'This is wrong,' she thought, but her body wouldn't stop. It was just too much. She felt his fingers sliding along the hem of her dress and his hand touched her panty. Her pussy was already wet and the fact that his fingers were going to go in made her pussy twitch.

"So wet," he said, and he kissed her again, their tongues entwining with each other. She was moaning, her pussy was twitching, and her mind was a jumble.

'I'm a deprived pervert. There's no doubt about that. Look at that, pleasuring my own sister.' His thought rang through his head. Earlier he was seething with anger and now, it was a race for survival.

He kissed her boobs and trailed down. Kissing her stomach and the cute hole. She was moaning, her hands in his hair, and his mouth was getting close to the hem of her panties.

His lips pressed on her underbelly, gliding down to her panties. He kissed her panty, feeling the wetness. He was able to smell her scent and it was intoxicating.

She was breathing hard, her eyes wide and her mind was spiralling out of control. She felt his hands, and she was surprised by the way his finger hooked under the waistband.

The realization of what was going on was not settling in her. 'It's just a dream, right? Right? You are not really going to do that, right? That's right. It's a dream, and the sensation is just too good. That's it. This is a dream.'

"Oh, my god, this is a dream. This is a dream." She chanted.

"Yes, it's a dream." He said as his hand slipped under her panties and his finger was touching her slit, his fingers tracing her slit.

He felt her slick juices, and he slowly inserted his middle finger inside.