Transmigrated Young Master's Yandere Harem

Sophia remained kneeling between his legs, still catching her breath.

Azael caressed her cheek gently, his expression filled with affection. "So I wanted to—"

"I guess this is it... for today." She cut him off and got up on her feet. Her breasts remained out from her gown shamelessly, showing off her hardened pink nipples brazenly to Azael.

Azael just blinked his eyes. He was also going to say the same thing.

"My husband... he might come here soon... so better to stop here, handsome." She leaned towards the sitting Azael.

Her heavy breasts hung like pendulums because of gravity, swaying seductively with every movement, the stiff pink nipples still glistening from his earlier attention.

When she got closer to his face, she kissed his cheek.

Chu~

It was a soft and gentle kiss that she gave to him.

"I just sucked you off... that’s why I kissed your cheek and not your lips... hehe~" She giggled and pulled back from Azael. She even gave the reason why she didn’t kiss his lips.

’Thank God she didn’t kiss my lips.’ Azael thought in relief.

Azael shook his head with a small smile and got up. He put his semi-hard dick back inside his pants.

He arranged his clothes properly.

Actually, for some reason Azael wanted to have sex with Isabel for his first time in this world.

She also pulled her dress back over her body. Her big, soft breasts were pushed back inside the tight confines of her crimson gown, the deep cleavage still prominently on display.

Azael moved towards her and hugged her tightly.

He buried his face into the crook of her neck, inhaling her sweet, intoxicating scent. His hands boldly grabbed both of her round, bubbly ass cheeks, squeezing and fondling the soft, plump flesh with clear lust.

"Hmm~" She hugged him back while humming in pleasure as he shamelessly massaged and groped her juicy ass.

"Boy~ you should go now."

"Okay." Azael replied gently. "But when can I meet you again?"

At his words she thought for a while and said, "Come here again... anytime you are free... but in the evening time. Around 5 pm..."

Azael smiled widely. "As you say." He kissed her cheek.

"I will be getting going then and..." His violet eyes looked at her with raw lust. "Next time... I want you for the whole night." He said with a sharp, obsessive voice which made her flinch.

Her thighs clenched together tightly. His voice sent a hot spark straight through her core, making her pussy throb.

A seductive smile bloomed on her face as her eyes turned crescent-shaped. "Sure~ next time we will have the whole night for us."

"Bye Sophia."

Azael took the mask from the sofa and wore it. Then he walked towards the door.

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Azael stepped out of the chamber, the door closing softly behind him.

He was now dressed neatly in his all-black outfit. The black shirt fit perfectly against his frame, the blazer resting sharply on his shoulders, and the black trousers completed his refined yet mysterious look. His black hair was combed neatly, and the plain white mask rested perfectly on his face. Through the curved eye holes, his violet eyes observed everything calmly.

Ria was waiting just outside the room.

The moment she saw him, her eyes lit up slightly, and she let out a breath of relief she didn’t realize she was holding.

With a soft, relieved expression, she said, "You are okay..."

Azael nodded calmly. "Yes. What were you expecting?"

Then, without wasting time, he added, "Anyways, let’s go now. I have to show you that person... the one you are going to seduce."

Ria’s expression turned serious again. She nodded quietly. She remembered their deal perfectly.

They both left the brothel together.

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The noisy, indulgent atmosphere of the building faded behind them as they stepped back into the city streets. The evening air felt cooler, calmer.

They walked through a few streets, moving away from the chaotic entertainment district and into a more normal part of the city.

Here, the streets were cleaner. People walked peacefully, shopkeepers stood outside their stores, and the atmosphere felt... ordinary.

After walking for a few minutes, Azael suddenly stopped.

Ria, who was following him, stopped beside him and looked ahead.

In front of them was a clothing shop.

It wasn’t too big, nor too small. Just a normal, decent-looking shop. The wooden doors were open, and soft light came from inside.

Through the entrance, Azael could see a man sitting behind the counter, waiting for customers.

The man had dark gray hair and looked to be in his early thirties. His posture was relaxed, and his expression calm. He looked like an ordinary man, nothing particularly special but steady.

Ria also focused her gaze on him. Azael spoke calmly, his voice low. "His name is Michel. Thirty-three years old."

Ria listened carefully.

"He is well settled," Azael continued. "He has enough money to move to another city and open his shop there."

He paused for a moment, then added,

"That’s your target." He told her. While pointing at the man.

Ria’s eyes remained on the man for a few seconds longer. Then she nodded.

"...Okay," she said quietly. "I will do it...he is not bad looking."

There was no hesitation in her voice now.

Azael nodded slightly.

After a brief silence, Ria spoke again, "I will go back to the brothel and collect my belongings. After that, I will leave."

Azael didn’t stop her.

Instead, he took out some money and handed it to her.

She looked at it, slightly surprised. "I already have some money..."

Azael shrugged lightly. "Take it. Use it to stay somewhere decent."

Ria looked at him for a moment... then slowly accepted it.

"...Thank you," she said softly.

Azael turned away. "Do your job well," he said calmly. He gave her a nice hug, making her blush.

"Well, see you later." Then, without looking back, he started walking away.

Ria stood there for a few seconds, watching his back... then turned in the opposite direction.

She had to start her mission soon. In return for getting freedom.