Perverted Mage

I am screwed. The bones in my legs are turning into jellies. I don't think that I can stand for long. Did I say how screwed I am? She is watching me with a dark smile like a beautiful demon from the depth of hell. But this seductive demon is a lot more dangerous than the woman who killed me in my past life.

However, I can't stop myself from looking at those peaks. The tent in my pant is growing bigger. My hands are itching to touch her porcelain skin. I have seen beauties in my past life. She surpasses them all.

She narrows her red eyes, tapping her chin playfully. "Interesting, I smell fear and l.u.s.t."

She can smell these kinds of stuff? If she suddenly turns into a dog, I wouldn't be surprised. It would be a waste of her beauty. I have a feeling that I am standing on the line between death and life again. She's studying me and I am studying her body. How old is she? Is it legal to see her as a woman here?

Get a grip of yourself, Nessie.

I should be running away. She killed the original owner of this body. This dangerous and s.e.xy woman can also kill me without a second thought. I slowly move toward the door.

"Come here." She gestures me to go to her with her pale hand. Okay, I am a sucker for beauties. But I am not an idiot. I turn around and sprint toward the door. In the split second, I feel her on my pack, pinning me down on the floor.

She's fast.

I inhale sharply. She's not wearing anything. I squeeze my eyes shut and fists my hand. "Please let me go. I don't want to die."

"Where did this worm come from?" She grabs the back of my head. I feel a sharp pain in my head. Memories of my past life flash through my eyes. Gasping for air, I blink my eyes several times. It hurts like hell. What the hell is she doing to me?

"Strange." She sits up on her knees and turns me around to face her. "In some memories, you are a woman. In other memories, I see that you are a warrior who conquered a world and had a harem full of women. Which one are you?"

"Er…" Did she see the memories of my life as a game character? She must have been confused between the two. The woman scrutinizes my face curiously. This is good. She's curious enough to not kill me now. Making her interested in me is the first step. "I am both."

"Both?" She frowns at me. "Is this your third life? You were a warrior in a different world. Then, you were killed as a woman. After that, you were reborn into this asshole's body."

"Where are you looking at?" I receive a hard slap on my face. She puts her hands on the floor and leans closer to me. Her b.o.o.b.s dangle a little as she comes closer to my face. "You were also a pervert in your last life. This must be the reason why you are reincarnated into a pervert's body."

You are being cruel, woman. Shouldn't you wear some clothes if you don't want me to look? You can't expect someone to not stare at you if you flash your body to them.

If a man speaks his mind to an angry woman, he is doomed. If a woman speaks her mind to another angry woman, it usually ends in a catfight. I look at her face and say to her, "Your beauty is out of the world, lady. I can't stop myself from admiring you."

Basically, I am telling her that I can't stop myself from ogling her in polite words. These words used to work on some women in my previous world. While she's busy thinking, I glance at her small mouth. I did receive a blow job this morning. I wonder what's it like to enter this mouth.

"Admiring me?" She furrows her brows and grapples my chin. "Do you know who I am?"

How would I know it, Lady? You haven't introduced yourself. You fell out of my f.u.c.k.i.n.g eye. Half of my face is gone. Do you know how frustrating a hardon is? Of course, you don't know it. You are a woman. You don't have a d.i.c.k. I have that damn thing. I am going to miss the days when I could finger myself and have multiple o.r.g.a.s.ms. Now, I have to work hard to give o.r.g.a.s.ms to others, only if you don't kill me.

I would love to give you an o.r.g.a.s.m.

Keeping my thoughts to myself, I smile at her. "My lady, I don't need to know you to admire you. You are one of the kind. I have spent two lives, but I have never seen anyone as beautiful as you. May I know your name, ma belle?"

Her face contorts in anger. "You have guts. Instead of begging me to spare your life, you are cursing me."

Did I say something wrong? Before I could figure out what is happening, she raises her hand. I widen my eyes in horror when her nails grow long and sharp. The corner of her red lips curls up. "I am going to pull out your tongue, worm."