Transmigrated As The Perverted Young Master



The four grand ships anchored on the docks and the guests from the other kingdoms disembarked.

The Summer King was the first one off of his ship, followed by his wife.

The man was tall and well built, a little on the lean side, but with bulging muscles. His skin resembled chocolate and his deep brown eyes were full of life and energy.

He had an intelligent look about him that belied the fact he'd been born into royalty. His hair was dark and slicked back. Just like Rahegan, he had pointy ears.

His wife, on the other hand, was absolute perfection. Her breasts looked as if they could be used for pillows, her ass was amazing, and she had a perfect hourglass figure. She wasn't even wearing much makeup; just enough to accentuate her best features. The air around her was thick with sexual tension.

For a moment, Duke Zadkiel was happy his second son wasn't here.

The Summer King and Queen started to walk the wooden docks towards the island.

Then the Autumn Kingdom's guests started disembarking their ships.

The Autumn King was a middle aged man. He looked sickly and frail, but there was something about him that made him seem dangerous in some way.

What stood out was his family.

His wife looked like she was old enough to be his daughter, she was that young and beautiful. She was a human, unlike the Summer Queen, with proportions more fit for a woman half her age.

Her body was lithe and curvy, and her breasts were perfect, just perfect. Not too big like the Summer Queen but just perfect. The dress she wore, was a small blouse that barely covered her breasts and the silk that only covered her legs.

Her long red hair was pulled up into a messy bun and her green eyes sparkled like emeralds.

She walked across the dock like she owned the place and was looking for trouble.

His son was next, he was looking old despite his young age and he sort of looked like something funny like he was hiding a dirty secret.

The only thing that stood normal in that family was Elora.

She wore a leather outfit armor like she was not a princess but rather a general, which she was. She held herself regally and gracefully, even though she was a little shorter than the other women.

Duke Zadkiel was feeling really relieved by the passing moments of seeing all these beautiful ladies in a single frame. Not to mention the Autumn Queen looks like she was ready to be pinned down by just anyone.

Then the Winter King descended through the wooden planks.

He was tall, and graceful, and held himself regally.

His skin was snow white without any hint of color. He had silver hair tied behind him. His eyes were cold and grey, his lips thin and hard. He wore an all black robe that covered most of his white body.

His pointy ear was more pointier than the Summer King's. He was alone, there were no family members with him.

Everyone knew they won't be here but their hearts longed otherwise.

Well, who doesn't want to see the most beautiful woman in the entire world?

Yep, that's right, the Winter Queen is universally known as the most beautiful woman in the world.

Her gaze can make men do things they would never dare to try before, she has a hypnotizing power over people, it's almost like you're under her spell. It's so strong that even when she smiles at someone, everyone wants to please her or die trying.

Her sound can make kingdoms wage war against each other.

Her body, it was said that even the gods were after her perfect and delicious body, and the Winter King knows this fact very well.

Though nobody showed it outside, everyone was a bit disappointed she didn't come.

It was said he also has a daughter too. But that was shrouded in mystery, as nobody has seen her at all.

The Winter King along with his entourage disembarked and at the same time, the large ship belonging to the Grand Magic Judiciary

came docked and unloaded its passengers.

The old man was the first in line. He had a cane to support him. His large and long beard seems to be touching the ground.

Unlike the Kings and the other powerful personals, there was no air of power in him. Nothing, like literally nothing, was emanating from him.

He looked like just an old man readying his bed for the final slumbers.

But everyone gathered there knows not to take this man lightly, as he's the most powerful one in the entire world right now.

A single tap from his cane can destroy this whole island like it was nothing. A single sneeze from him can summon large cyclones and tornados. Such was the power the old man held.

Behind him, Lucy the curator walked with grace and upright. Her office attire suited her perfectly, perfectly extenuating her curves. Her boobs were tightly pressed against her tight white shirt.

Her ass was perfectly shaped in the black skirt suit she was wearing. Her heels gave her height, making her stand taller than the rest of them.

She had a pair of glasses resting on her nose, and a quill and notebook tucked away inside her pocket.

When everyone was gathered on the docks, the Spring King came to the front.

Calen walked to the sides of the Autumn King, who regarded him with a sneer.

"Welcome, my dear old friends," he said. "I know you are all tired from the journey. We have prepared the necessary accommodation for all of you. You can first take the much needed rest and we can start our meeting, instigated by our dear Autumn King after you all had a good rest."

The guests were too tired to question the Autumn King at the moment, so without any delays they headed to the guest house.