Reincarnated as the Count's Plum Blossom Swordmaster
"……Let's save the massage for next time."
Han Harin rose from her seat and began to undress. She gripped the hem of her tank top and peeled it off in one smooth motion. Her heavy breasts swayed and settled into place. Her pink nipples were, as expected, stiff to their absolute limit.
Next she hooked her thumbs into her dolphin shorts and panties and shoved them down in a single pull. The dark thatch between her thighs glittered under the ceiling lights. Even the dense bush of her pubic hair was soaked through.
She reached for my shoulders, ready to climb on top of me, but I held out a hand and stopped her.
"What?"
"Harin. Bend over the table. Now."
"……."
Han Harin narrowed her eyes at me, then did as she was told, climbing onto the table and lying face-down. It looked like an ordinary prone position, yet her breasts were so large they pressed flat against the wood. Her big, pale ass spread open of its own accord, putting her pussy and asshole on full display.
Her pink anus fluttered as if in anticipation, while thick, viscous juices kept welling from her hairy cunt like spit from a watering mouth.
I ran my hands over her soft, smooth ass, then stroked her pussy. With my fingers I pried open the tightly closed pink folds. Hot moisture and the raw scent of her cunt washed over me. I hadn't even used Erogenous Zone Amplification, yet Han Harin was already in full heat.
I pulled my hand away and gave her ass a sharp slap. The flesh jiggled with a wet, meaty smack.
"Hiek!"
Startled, she twisted only her head around to glare at me. Even with cunt-juice dripping off her, the look wasn't remotely intimidating.
I sank deep into the sofa and spoke.
"Harin. Come back slowly. Yeah—just like that, reverse toward me, nice and slow."
"Haah…. Do we really have to do it this way?"
"We do. You're already turned on. Ah—stop. Right there. Perfect."
I reached out with my right hand, stroking the red palm-print I'd left on her cheek, then shoved my middle finger straight into her pussy. After going so long without being fingered, her cunt felt tighter than usual—or maybe that was just my imagination. I crooked the finger and stirred her insides.
Squish, squelch, squish.
"Hht…. Aang! Haaung-aaaang…!"
Han Harin cried out and shuddered. I pulled my finger free before she could climax. With a wet pop, droplets of her juices sprayed in every direction.
"Why'd you pull out?!"
Her voice had gone sharp. She started twitching her hips, searching for something.
"Coming on fingers alone is a waste. Look—my cock's right behind your ass. Put it in yourself."
I gave her ass another encouraging slap.
Han Harin's face flushed scarlet; she bit down hard on her lip. Still, she slowly pushed her hips backward, moving with impatient little jerks as she hunted for my cock. The tip of my erection brushed the underside of her ass. Once she found it, her hips immediately prepared for insertion.
Her pussy touched my cock. The folds tried to swallow the head, but the copious slick made the glans slip and slide. I watched her cunt's struggle with lazy amusement.
Then—pressure.
At last the head sank inside. The moment she had me, her ass slammed down like a predator seizing prey, burying my cock to the hilt in one savage drop.
"Haaaaaaaang!"
The pussy that had taken me all the way to her cervix convulsed. Just the act of insertion had pushed her into orgasm.
I simply watched her. I wasn't the one in a hurry. And I knew Han Harin wouldn't stop here. This was a woman who treated a single round of sex as a multi-hour baseline. There was no way she would be satisfied with only this.
"Haah, haah… haah."
After about a minute of riding out the aftershocks, her hips began to move again. When her ass rose, the cock that had been hidden inside her reappeared, the shaft gleaming with sticky, translucent juices.
Just before the head could slip free, her big ass dropped again and swallowed me whole. She rolled her hips side to side, grinding against my groin as if savoring the taste of my cock. I grinned and brought my palm down hard on her ass.
"Hiang!"
Even after the spank she didn't snap at me. She just kept rocking her hips, completely focused on the sex.
Squelch, squelch. Slap, slap.
"Haang, ang! Aaaang!"
Han Harin half-lost her mind and sank into the fucking. The pace of her ass grew faster and faster. I leaned comfortably back against the sofa, picked up my smartphone, and started reading a webtoon.
Slap-slap-slap.
Her ass never stopped moving. This was heaven.
An hour passed.
My cock finally slid free of the pussy draped over the edge of the table. A thick flood of white cum gushed from her entrance and splattered onto the floor—a waterfall pouring into a ravine, the force of it enormous. Without thinking I raised my phone and snapped a photo of the scene.
"Seong Yujin! Have you lost your mind?!"
The shutter sound rang out.
Startled, Han Harin tried to scramble up, only to collapse back onto the table. That was the price of thrashing her hips for over an hour. Another wet splat—even more cum spilled from her cunt. I photographed that too.
"Augh…."
"You okay, noona?"
"This is nothing."
Han Harin pushed herself up more carefully than before, then climbed astride me and seized my wrist. When she saw the screen of my phone her eyes went wide. Her face flushed even redder. Even to her own eyes, the images were obscenely filthy.
"This is the state of your pussy right now, noona. Pretty impressive, right?"
"Shut up and delete those photos right now! Or I will smash that phone."
"Okay, okay. But before I delete them, let's send them to Ayeong-noona and brag a little. If she sees this she'll be so jealous."
Han Harin hesitated for a beat, clearly picturing how her older sister would react.
"…Only to Unni. That's it."
"Sure. But just dumping the photos alone feels a little bare, don't you think? So…."
I switched the camera to selfie mode. Our faces appeared on the screen.
"Let's send a kissing photo too. A sticky, couple-worthy kiss shot—Ayeong-noona will be green with envy."
I offered her my lips. She heaved a long sigh, then looped both arms around my neck.
"This is the only time I'm going along with your stupid ideas."
Han Harin pressed her mouth to mine. Our lips parted and our tongues tangled obscenely. We kissed like we were fucking with our mouths, wet and lingering.
Click-click-click.
Photos of our kiss piled up.
Aroused all over again, neither of us could stop at that. I scooped her up and carried her toward the bedroom. She clung to me, never breaking the kiss. On the bed we rolled together like animals.
Bzzzzzz.
My phone vibrated—an international call from Han Ayeong, who was overseas. We ignored it and kept devouring each other's bodies.
I didn't make it home until lunch the next day.
You have selected Reincarnated as the Count's Plum Blossom Swordmaster.
Commencing the game.
I entered the Baekhwan world. It felt like I hadn't been here in a very long time.
I had become Count Frucus. I'd longed for the title, yet now that I was actually sitting in the seat, I found myself wondering where to begin.
First I would have to pay my respects to the king of Rapheli. There was no king at present—the princess was acting in his place—so I would have to go and greet her instead.
As if she'll actually recognize me.
Princess Aileen would have to be out of her mind to do that. Refusing to acknowledge the Frucus countship would be the same as openly declaring the entire eastern region of the kingdom an enemy.
Well, no need to rush over and bow right away. We're at war, after all.
Using the war as an excuse, even the princess couldn't interfere too openly. Whatever else one might say, the reason the Rapheli Kingdom had survived the flames of a war that had swept the continent was largely thanks to the existence of House Frucus.
Once the war ends, I advance on the capital. Put Prince Aiden on the throne and pull his strings from behind the scenes. Yujin Frucus, the shadow behind the kingdom… heh. Just thinking about it is fun.
I drummed my fingers on the desk and looked around.
This was the study of House Frucus.
It had once belonged to Ellain—Ention's second wife and Kyle's birth mother. Now that I was count, it was mine to use.
"Tsk."
I didn't like it.
Compared to my city of Tevra, this study was old and provincial. The Frucus manor itself didn't impress me either. The exterior looked reasonably grand, but the interior was another story. Look closely and you could see places that needed repair.
More than anything, there was no running water, no air conditioning, no heating. The baths were passable, but everything else was a disaster.
The maids and butler, aside from a few, look incompetent too…. Remodeling the Frucus estate to my standards is going to take a lot of time.
I couldn't simply summon my maids from Tevra right away. I had to mind the eyes around me, and even if I brought them over, there wasn't much they could do yet.
Well, with Yuria's magic, spatial transfer to Tevra is nothing.
Yuria was both a Grand Aura Master and a Grand Archmage. She was probably the strongest being in the entire Baekhwan setting. The only ones who might stand against her would be dragons.
…No. There's one more. The Demon King.
The final boss of the original work.
If the Demon King and Yuria fought….
I can't even picture Yuria losing. In the original, Kyle reached Grand Aura Master and defeated the Demon King with relics and the help of his companions—but Yuria is a Grand Archmage as well.
With that thought, I called for Yuria.
A short while later came a knock.
Knock-knock-knock.
"Come in."
The door opened and Yuria entered.
"You called for me, Master."
Yuria smiled softly.
"You don't need to call me Master."
Right now she was not my maid but my fiancée. The clothes she wore were not a maid's uniform but a dress fit for a noble young lady. Dressed like that, she radiated elegance. Anyone seeing her for the first time would never believe she had once been a maid.
"I'm sorry, Yujin. The title of Master has simply become too familiar. And… you will always be my Master."
She smiled again.
I stared at her for a moment, then rose from my chair and strode toward her.
"Yuria. Don't we have something we need to settle?"
"Something to settle…? Ah! Now that you mention it, I've obtained information that Kyle is meeting someone. I should report—"
Bang!
I shut the study door and roughly stripped off her dress.
"Kyaah!"
Yuria let out a playfully startled cry and covered herself with both arms. I forced her down onto the floor on her stomach and spanked her ass with my bare hand.
Smack!
"Haang! M-Master! Please don't…!"
"Drop the act. The crotch of your panties is getting wet fast."
I shoved the fabric aside and pushed only the head of my erect cock into her pussy. Then I began to move my hips in small, shallow thrusts. Nothing but the glans slipped in and out of her.
"M-Master, please put it all the way in! My pussy is aching so badly!"
"No. This is punishment. In the Dark Moon world I told you to seduce me but never jump me first… and you broke that rule."
"Th-that was because the moment I saw you I couldn't hold back…. I'm sorry! I'm reflecting! Please, just thrust Master's cock deep into my pussy! Please!"
"I said no."
Still only the head worked her entrance. Growing frantic, she tried to move her hips first. Sensing it, I rained blows on her ass.
Slap-slap-slap! Slap-slap-slap-slap-slap!
"Don't move. If you try to sneak a grind, I won't fuck you for a whole month."
"You can't be serious…!"
Schlick, schlick.
Only the head kept dipping into her cunt.
"Hauk…. Ang…. Aaang…!"
After about five minutes Yuria was already on the edge of climax from that alone. Of course I didn't allow it. I pulled completely free and waited for her arousal to cool.
I tormented her like that for two full hours, never letting her come. A small puddle of her juices had formed on the study floor.
"Master, please! Defile this worthless maid's pussy!"
"Have you reflected?"
"Yes, yes! I'll never go against Master's word again! So please…. Please thrust into your personal pussy, over and over!"
"I'm not feeling any sincerity."
"That's…."
Three more hours passed.
At some point Yuria fell silent. Juices streamed steadily from her pussy; saliva dripped from her open mouth. I gripped her waist and pulled her toward me. She came willingly, settling into a crouch on the floor and looking up at me.
"Yuria. Choose. Should I kiss you, or should I fuck your pussy?"
Yuria thought hard. Thanks to her early training, she loved kissing me almost as much as she loved sex. She had been conditioned to the point where a kiss alone could bring her to climax.
"…Could I have both?"
"Greedy little thing. Well, fine."
I laughed and opened my arms. Yuria's face lit up at once. She rose and threw herself into my embrace.
"Haaaaaaaaang!"
We spent a sticky, tangled stretch of time together until dinner.