Chapter 133: Speaking of Summer, It’s All About Bikinis
Chapter 133: Speaking of Summer, It’s All About Bikinis
Wow… holy shit.
Looking at the scenery, I couldn't even close my mouth.
This is just a "Count’s" estate?
Of course, not all Counts are created equal.
Some hold the title but are so dirt-poor they can barely afford to keep a single maid, while others are high-flying elites who just haven't had their titles raised yet, living like kings in their own territories. It varies wildly.
And the House of Pedeia clearly belonged to the latter.
No, they were arguably the top-tier among all Counts.
"This is… the family mansion?"
"It is, Husband."
"Welcome to our estate, Lord."
The mother-daughter pair of female knights greeted me, and I found myself seeing them in a new light.
A white sandy beach stretched out endlessly under the scorching sunlight.
And nestled within the lush forest beside it stood a breathtaking castle.
"To be precise, it’s more of a summer villa than the official residence."
"A villa? This is a villa?"
No matter how I looked at it, this was more like a luxury resort.
Even in the modern world, this scenery would be a hit based on its Instagram aesthetic alone.
Honestly, I was a bit shocked.
As I stood there in admiration, Bern approached me with a soft chuckle.
"You look like you're fond of our villa, Husband."
"Well, when you said you were inviting me, I thought I’d have to follow stiff noble etiquette in some dreary mansion."
Usually, receiving an official invitation from a lord comes with a mountain of obligations and customs to observe.
I knew this because an entire episode in the original work, Noble Lady Reversal World, was dedicated to how important those formalities were.
"Under normal circumstances, that would be true, Lord. However, we brought you here today specifically for your relaxation."
"I hope you can relieve the physical and mental fatigue from your long days at the Academy here at our estate, Husband."
Angelica and Bern spoke as if they had rehearsed it.
To prepare all this just for me…
I’m touched! Both of you!
"It’s definitely not because we intended to monopolize our Lord by bringing him to a place where other Onaholes can't interfere during the holiday."
"……I see."
I take that back.
You guys had an ulterior motive all along, didn't you?
But hey, whatever.
Most of the noble ladies had gone home for the holidays anyway.
And during that time, I could enjoy the sea breeze while being comfortably served.
"I didn't say anything to Serna before coming here. Will it be okay?"
"There will be no problem, Lord. I anticipated that and left a letter behind."
"A letter?"
"She is likely reading our invitation right about now."
If they just left a letter without a word, it would look like nothing but man-stealing and tea-bagging to Serna…
Well, Angelica will have to deal with the consequences later, so it’s none of my business.
"Husband. Before we begin enjoying ourselves…"
"Please take a look at the clothes we have prepared, Lord."
"Clothes?"
As I turned my head, Bern and Angelica began to carefully shed their outer layers.
Th-those clothes are…!?
"H-how is it…? Husband♡"
"It is a… swimsuit that my daughter and I ambitiously prepared."
……It’s a bikini…!
Without a doubt, it was a bikini.
Where the hell did they even get those? This is a medieval setting.
"Since it seemed our Lord… preferred this kind of attire, we prepared them in advance."
"We commissioned the Empire’s finest tailor to create outfits perfectly fitted to our bodies."
"Magnificent."
Urgh…!
I was impressed.
Excellent tit-covers, and excellent pussy-covers!
To prepare this for me—what commendable females!
"You both look incredibly hot in those."
I squeezed their breasts as a sign of praise.
"Th-thank you…! Mngh♡"
"Haa…♡ Husband…♡"
Both Angelica and Bern.
Is it really okay for a mother and daughter to be this lewd together…!
"I-it’s a bit embarrassing to wear something like this at 'home,' but…"
"We prepared it all for you, Husband♡"
"A wonderful mindset."
Hearing them call the entrance to a beach their "home" made me realize the sheer scale of their family's territory once again.
Come to think of it, Lisa…
"Wh-what are you looking at! Commoner!"
"No, I mean, aren't you wearing a swimsuit, Lisa?"
"Wh-who would wear such indecent clothing…!"
Lisa huffed and turned away.
From behind, her combat tights revealed her buttocks, which were barely covered by a T-back.
No matter how I looked at it, this was far more indecent than a bikini.
She was showing off her entire plump ass.
"I-I am only here as Lady Angelica’s guard. I-I cannot wear something like a swimsuit."
"Hmm."
Is that so?
Well, it didn't really matter if she didn't wear one.
She was basically already wearing a slingshot swimsuit anyway, wasn't she?
"Lord. You should also…"
"Ah, right."
Angelica gave me a look, signaling that she wanted me to strip as well.
That wasn't hard.
I had come prepared too.
Ssh.
As soon as I took off my clothes, the three females gasped in surprise.
"Ah…!?"
"Hu-Husband…♡"
"Ugh…. How scandalous…."
My solid, muscular physique was almost entirely exposed.
In the center, I wore only a single piece of swimwear.
And not just any swimwear—a tiny triangle brief that only a professional bodybuilder would wear!
"Lo-Lord… your level of exposure… seems even more extreme than ours."
"Husband… your muscles are amazing♡"
"I-I’ll admit your body is well-built… ngh…♡"
I could see all three of them scanning my body from head to toe. I could see it clearly.
Like a tanned playboy hunting for girls on the beach, I pulled the three women into my arms.
"Shall we go 'rest' now?"
*
"Uuuugh…."
The Head of House Pedeia was anxious.
He had been pacing back and forth in front of the dining table for a while now, agonizing to the point where the maid and butler following him were at a loss.
Unable to watch any longer, the butler spoke up first.
"My Lord. Is something troubling you…?"
"No. It’s nothing. Ugh…."
He claimed it was nothing, but his face was twisted in a deep scowl of worry.
"Is it perhaps because of that man named '6.9' whom you invited?"
"……It is."
The Count let out a heavy sigh.
6.9.
Someone he didn't even know, for whom an invitation had been sent out under the name of House Pedeia not long ago.
As the Head of the House, he couldn't refuse the request of his wife, Bern, so he had written the invitation, but…
No matter how much he thought about it, he felt uneasy.
"I looked into it…. They say that is a name only commoners possess."
"A commoner… you say?"
"An Untouchable Commoner, at that."
The Count sighed deeply once more.
Even while sitting, one of his legs was shaking uncontrollably.
"Inviting a commoner to a Count’s estate… is such a thing even possible?"
"…Naturally, it should not be."
The act of inviting someone is a social activity conducted under the Head of the House's name.
Who is invited and how they are treated are major factors that determine the honor of a noble family.
And yet, he had invited a commoner under the Count's authority….
If word got out, he would be an immediate laughingstock.
"I cannot understand why my wife asked to invite such a person."
"Hmm…."
"She must know that our reputation could be tarnished."
The Count’s worries seemed to be deepening.
The only saving grace was that other nobles were currently unaware that a commoner had been invited.
"However, according to custom, we cannot rescind an invitation already sent."
"I am aware of that."
The Count could not allow the honor of House Pedeia, which he had worked so hard to maintain, to be soiled.
Inviting a commoner was already laughable enough.
But the fact that he might kick out a guest later because he didn't like them, or treat them poorly, would be an even greater disgrace.
It was common sense and custom that once someone was invited as a guest, they must be treated as such, no matter how lowly they were.
If he failed to do so…
— He invited someone himself and then mistreated them? Even if I were invited by House Pedeia, I wouldn't go.
— To invite someone without even checking who they were, and then kick them out later because you didn't like them… what if they did that to our family? From now on, never accept an invitation from House Pedeia; tear it up immediately.
— It seems the capabilities of House Pedeia are so lacking they can't even host a single commoner. Kahaha!
……It was certain that other nobles would spit out such ridicule.
"Butler."
"Yes, my Lord."
"When that 6.9 or whatever arrives… it infuriates me, but give him the most lavish treatment possible."
"…Understood."
"But they said he was coming today. Why hasn't he arrived yet?"
The Head of House Pedeia began to worry about his wife and daughter, who still hadn't shown up even though the afternoon was well underway.
It was then.
"My Lord! My Lord!"
A maid rushed into the room.
"What is it!"
"My Lord…! He’s here! The guest!"
There was only one guest expected today.
"Is he out front?"
"N-no, that’s not it… I’m told they went straight to the beach villa!"
"……The villa?"
The Count’s eyebrows twitched.
When people spoke of "the villa," there was only one: the one by the sea.
Could it be that, upon arrival, they didn't even bother to greet the Head of the House and went straight to play at the beach?
"Grrrrr…!"
"M-my Lord. Please, calm yourself."
The butler quickly restrained the Count.
The Count was furious, but he forced himself to endure it.
"…Did you say Bern is with them?"
"Lady Bern, Lady Angelica, and Lady Lisa of House Sver are all together, I’m told."
"All three of them went to the beach with that commoner?"
"Y-yes…."
For a moment, an unpleasant image flashed through the Count's mind.
But he quickly wiped the thought away.
'Surely… it couldn't be.'
Who was his wife? The Empire’s greatest female knight and the Emperor’s right hand. The "Sword of the Empire," Bern Pedeia.
Who was his daughter? A member of the Academy’s knight order—the Commander, no less—and the personal guard to the Imperial Princess, Angelica Pedeia.
Furthermore, there was Lady Lisa Sver, a female knight of excellent skill who always followed Angelica.
There was no way those three would be bested by a commoner… such a thing was impossible.
But why?
An inexplicable sense of unease continued to swirl in the Count’s mind.
"It seems… I must go myself."
"To where, if I may ask?"
"To the villa, of course."
The Count stood up.
He bit his lip so hard it left a mark.
"If the guest will not come to greet me, then I must go to receive his greeting myself…!"
Veins were already bulging prominently on the Count’s forehead.
"……I will prepare the carriage."
"Let us go, quickly."
From here to the villa was about a two-hour carriage ride.
They would arrive there by evening.
'Until then… I only hope nothing has happened.'
His uneasy imagination had to remain just that—imagination.
"Let’s move."
"Yes, sir!"
The Count’s footsteps quickened.