The Most Satisfied Reincarnate

Time passed as the sun sank below the horizon, painting the sky with the velvety darkness of the night. Twinkling stars emerged, adorning the heavens with their ethereal glow. Far from Vesta's carriage, near the entrance gate, another horse-drawn carriage came into view. A brilliant light radiated from within, piercing through the carriage's windows and casting flickering shadows.

Through the reflection on the glass of a small window, the light danced in unison, revealing the silhouette of a woman perched atop a man's form. Their bodies intertwined, voices mingling in a symphony of pleasure. "Ahh... that's exquisite. Harder," Desmond's voice resonated in the room as he lay on the bed, his back turned toward the ceiling.

Laura, flushed with a tinge of embarrassment, sat upon her young master's buttocks, her breath hot and ragged. "This spot, young master?" she inquired, her fingers applying pressure to a specific area near Desmond's neck.

"Yes," Desmond replied, shutting his eyes, finding solace in the relief Laura's touch provided after the arduous meeting earlier with Vesta.

*Crack.*

With gentle expertise, Laura's nimble fingers worked their magic, exerting firm pressure on her young master's back, skillfully avoiding any accidental scratches from her long nails.

"Ahh... it feels marvelous. Thank you. You may rise now," Desmond, his body now lightened, instructed Laura without glancing back.

"Yes, young master," Laura responded, her eyes filled with a mix of panic and obedience. Slowly, her trembling legs carried her as she stood beside Desmond's bed, presenting his clothes to him.

*Swoosh.*

The small window suddenly swung open, inviting the night breeze to enter. The cool wind caressed Desmond's face, causing his perspiration to turn cold and sending a shiver down his spine.

Taking in her young master's handsome countenance, Laura's mind was suddenly flooded with a recollection. Parting her cherry-red lips, she spoke, "Young master, Sir Guardian informed us that we will be staying in this village for an additional day as a precautionary measure against potential attacks."

"En," Desmond replied with a slight nod, a faint smile gracing his lips. "You may rest."

*Thump-thump.*

Her heart skipped a beat, freezing her momentarily in place.

"Yes, young master," Laura responded, still in a daze, her face reddening once again. She swiftly turned around and hastened her steps, afraid of losing control over her thoughts, which were now entangled with forbidden desires.

After witnessing Laura's return to her bed, Desmond reclined on the mattress, his attention shifting to his own status.

Status.

[Scanning Host Body...]

[Scan Complete!]

[-Status-

Name: Desmond

Gender: Male

Age: 10 years

Race: Half-Human (50%)

Class: 1st Swordsman/0th Dragon Slayer

Occupation: None

Unique Energy: 43.82

Strength: 28.77

Agility: 21.02

Stamina: 8.43

Dragon Essence: 0]

No significant changes were observed. His gaze then drifted to a corner of his vision, where a circular live map appeared. Two gray dots stood motionless right in front of his carriage. Desmond pondered their presence.

"Hmm... there are ample opportunities. I must exercise patience..."

As Desmond shifted his gaze, a sudden recollection seized him.

Spell List.

[-Spell List-

0. Passive Spells (4)

1. Swordsmen Skills (2)

2. Wizard Spells (5)

3. Custom Spells (6)

4. Custom Skills (1)]

Ah, it just occurred to me that the system integrates my spells and skills into a single list. Not bad. Although the spells and skills haven't undergone significant changes, except for the addition of new custom skills.

Desmond deactivated all transparent screens obstructing his view, his body freezing momentarily as his eyes fell upon something that elicited a mischievous smile. "Well, she does have a remarkably enticing figure," he remarked. Opposite him, Laura lay sound asleep in her form-fitting maid outfit, accentuating every curve of her body.

Desmond added, "Controlling these hormones can be quite a challenge. Luckily, I have experience with women from my past life. Besides, there's no point in toying around when the fate of the world rests on individual strength."

Thanks to his previous life as the young master of a mafia group, Desmond had never wanted for anything. As a result, he had learned to master his body's cravings and suppress the surges of hot air and lustful sensations that now churned within him.

...

The following day, after the request for an additional day had been granted, Vesta's personal army, including the guards assigned to protect Desmond, could be seen patrolling the village in all directions.

From his small window, Desmond calmly observed the situation. Glancing at the transparent screen, he mused to himself that not only was the forest remarkably pristine, but even the supposedly menacing beasts were nowhere to be found.

"But there's no point in informing him of the situation; it might only raise more suspicion," he continued, standing with his arms folded behind his back, taking a deep breath. "What are those mercenaries up to?"

Not far from the patrolling soldiers, Desmond noticed Veronica and her assistant from the Steel Legion, pacing near the edge of the forest. Their faces wore expressions of concern, particularly Veronica, whose eyes darted around anxiously while beads of sweat formed on her palms.

"Perhaps they're searching for an item left behind by Selena's corpse," Desmond shook his head and shrugged his shoulders.

Turning around, he saw Laura standing nearby, as always, her head bowed. "Come with me. It's our final day, and I'd like to enjoy some fresh air," Desmond ordered, walking toward the exit.

"Yes, young master," Laura replied calmly, her emotions from the previous day seemingly calmed as she dutifully followed behind her young master.

...

Stepping out of the carriage, Desmond noticed that nobody paid him any attention, as everyone's focus was on the patrolling soldiers. He nonchalantly treaded upon the paved ground, surveying his surroundings. The villagers watched the soldiers with evident worry.

"Seems the people in this world aren't as terrible as I initially thought," Desmond muttered to himself as he continued his way.

*Chirp* *Chirp*

The morning breeze carried the pleasant melodies of birdsong, aiding in the relaxation of his muscles, even amidst the prevailing tension in the air. Desmond strolled leisurely, admiring the picturesque scenery crafted by nature. His gaze caught sight of a small burrow, likely a home created by a group of rabbits.

*Step* *Step*

His light footsteps caused no disturbance, accompanied by the occasional chorus of crickets in the grass. This tranquil ambiance indirectly alleviated the stress that had accumulated within him.

He encountered a cheerful child who warmly greeted him and a mother who offered him bread on a few occasions. Desmond, who had sought solace in the serenity, finally found it within the confines of this village.

"Life is good..." Desmond declared, a satisfied smile gracing his features as he observed the sky transitioning to hues of orange.

On the other hand, Laura wore a warm smile as she observed her young master, radiating an air of contentment. The two walked harmoniously and calmly toward their horse carriage.

Meanwhile, realizing that there were no fruitful outcomes, Vesta gave the order to resume their journey the next morning. It was also decided that a group of soldiers would remain in the village for a week.