The Plum Blossom Swordsman Reincarnated into a Count's Family
Sili’s eyes sparkled as she followed close behind me. The paintings hanging along the corridor walls and the ornate flower vases seemed endlessly fascinating to her.
Before long we stepped into the study.
“So this is… the Count’s office!”
“It hasn’t been mine for very long, but yes.”
Sili turned in a slow circle, soft gasps of wonder escaping her as she took in the room. She was completely absorbed in the luxurious furniture and ornaments she had never seen in her life.
“There are so many books on the shelves. Do you read a great deal?”
“Most of them are grimoires. I don’t read them myself—my mother, who is a mage, brought them here.”
“Count, is it true that mages can create water and drop fire from the sky?”
“A skilled mage can raise earthquakes. They can call down lightning as well. Like this.”
I opened my palm. A sharp crackle of white sparks leapt across my skin. Sili stumbled back in surprise, yet her eyes remained fixed on my hand, bright with curiosity.
“So this is magic… It’s truly amazing.”
“Something close to it, at least. You seem interested in magic, Sili. Shall I gift you a grimoire?”
“Ah—no! It’s all right. No one knows better than I do that I’ll never become a mage.”
“Then another kind of book, perhaps…”
“Count. The truth is… I can’t read. Even if you gave me a book, I wouldn’t be able to open it. So I’ll simply accept the kindness of the thought.”
“Ah. That was thoughtless of me.”
I had forgotten for a moment. In this world, commoners who could read were vanishingly rare. Most were completely illiterate.
I left the bookshelves and crossed to a corner of the room. A small refrigerator dedicated to drinks had been installed there only recently.
“There’s wine inside that clear glass. Is it for storing wine?”
“Exactly. The upper shelf holds wine; the lower holds other beverages. Let’s have a glass.”
I took out a bottle and two glasses, poured, and handed one to Sili. She accepted it and immediately looked astonished.
“The fragrance is incredible! The wine I had last time barely had any scent at all…”
Commoners in this world could obtain wine more easily than one might expect. Cheap, low-quality stuff was never hard to find—though the ongoing war had made even that scarce.
“Try it.”
“Yes.”
Sili took a careful sip. Her eyes widened.
“I’ve never tasted wine this delicious. Am I really allowed to drink something so precious?”
“Don’t give it a second thought. Wine exists to be drunk.”
I deliberately kept the price to myself. Hearing it would have made Sili collapse on the spot.
I held out my glass. After a brief hesitation she raised hers carefully. The rims met with a soft clink.
Right there we emptied two bottles. A faint flush had risen to Sili’s cheeks; the wine was clearly taking hold. I led her to another room.
“Is this… a bathhouse? The water comes out by itself. It’s incredible.”
“Magic is convenient in many ways.”
Next I brought her to my bedroom.
“Wow… The bed is enormous. Ten people could lie on it and still have room left over.”
“A dwarf made it. Size isn’t the only virtue—the feel is exceptional as well.”
“Um, Count… May I lie down on it just once?”
Sili asked the question with careful hesitation. It was something she would never have said while sober; the wine was clearly loosening her tongue.
“Of course. You may even jump on it if you like.”
“I won’t go that far.”
Despite her words she nearly leapt onto the mattress. She rolled this way and that, then buried her face in a pillow and went still.
If she fell asleep it would be troublesome, so I stepped closer.
“Sili.”
“Ah! C-Count!”
She sat bolt upright. Her face was flushed deep red and her eyes were half-lidded; she had been on the very edge of sleep.
“I-I’m so sorry. I’ve been rude to you again…”
“It’s fine. Something this small isn’t worth scolding. Sili, why not stay for dinner while you’re here?”
“I’m grateful just for the invitation. But… Mother and Elsi are waiting at home. I have to be back before the evening meal.”
“I see. A pity, but it can’t be helped.”
“Yes. I should be going soon…”
Sili slid off the bed. Perhaps because of the wine, her balance failed and she swayed. I reached out and caught her by the waist before she could fall. Her full breasts brushed lightly against my chest. The soft, springy weight of them nearly shattered my self-control; for a heartbeat I almost pushed her down then and there.
I was about to release her when Sili suddenly pressed herself fully into my arms. Both hands locked around my waist and she clung to me.
“Sili?”
“…Count. I know about the relationship between you and my mother.”
“There’s nothing I can say in my defense. When I looked at Martina I couldn’t restrain my lust. I used my position and forced myself on her.”
“That’s not true.”
“…What isn’t?”
“That you forced her. ‘Forced’ means she didn’t want it, doesn’t it? The face I saw on my mother… wasn’t the face of a woman being raped. She was enjoying herself with you.”
Sili met my eyes without flinching. Absolute certainty burned in her gaze.
“…Sili. You don’t despise your mother for it, do you?”
“Of course not. I still love her. I understand how she felt. That’s why… I’m jealous of her.”
“What…?”
“Count. Couldn’t it be me instead of Mother…? I’m confident I can do better than she did.”
“…….”
Her reaction was completely outside my expectations. According to the plan I should have needed several more days of careful approach. A pleasant miscalculation, I supposed.
“Sili. Are you serious?”
“…Yes! There hasn’t been a single moment when I wasn’t serious about you!”
My hands settled on her waist. The right rose to cup one heavy breast; the left slid down to stroke the curve of her ass.
Mother and daughter truly were alike. The scent of her skin, the shape of her body—everything reminded me of holding Martina. The only difference was the youthful firmness Martina no longer possessed.
“Ah… nn…”
“Sili. I can’t return your feelings.”
“I know. Our stations are too far apart. I don’t even hope for the place of a concubine. I just… I just want you to hold me.”
“If that is truly your will……”
I kissed her. She went rigid, clearly never having been kissed before. I rubbed my lips against hers and coaxed her tongue into motion. Only then did she begin to respond, clumsy and sweet. The wine still lingered on her mouth; her lips and tongue tasted of it.
While we kissed I slowly stripped her clothes away. The soft rasp of fabric sliding over bare skin never failed to stir the blood.
I removed even her panties. Naked, she stood before me with both arms wrapped shyly around herself. The light painted her body. Her arms and face held a healthy tan, but everywhere else was pure white.
Her breasts were every bit as overwhelming as I had imagined. The pink nipples crowning them were almost dainty. Unlike Martina she carried no extra flesh—only the clean, hard lines of a body shaped by labor. Her ass was firm and springy; the hair between her thighs was as sparse as her mother’s. Heredity, no doubt.
“This is the first time I’ve shown my body to anyone… It doesn’t look strange, does it?”
“Not in the least. You’re as beautiful as a work of art.”
“…Art…”
Sili twisted in embarrassment, yet a pleased little smile still curved her lips. That smile vanished the moment I stripped completely in front of her.
“Why so startled? You watched Martina and me. This can’t be the first time you’ve seen it.”
“I-I couldn’t see it clearly then.”
Her eyes kept darting to my erect cock. When it twitched once she jumped as though hiccupping.
“Hik… I-it’s too big.”
“Even at this size it fit inside Martina without trouble. You have nothing to fear.”
I gave her a gentle push. She toppled backward onto the bed, perfectly positioned. I took both of her legs and spread them wide. Beneath the light brown curls her pussy lay fully exposed—pink, the lips small and neatly shaped. I covered it with my palm and felt the damp heat.
“Ahh… Count… It feels strange…”
“Do you dislike it?”
“No… It’s not that I dislike it. It feels so good it’s almost… weird… nnngh…!”
I pressed firmly on her clit and her hips jerked. Leaning down, I buried my face between her breasts. Soft, warm, yielding flesh filled my cheeks. I took one small pink nipple into my mouth and suckled.
“Aahn… Count… Does my chest taste good?”
“It does. Your whole body is delicious.”
“I’m glad you like it…”
She exhaled in pure relief.
Was that truly what had worried her? I chuckled and began in earnest. Settling between her thighs, I set the head of my cock against her small entrance. Her pussy twitched in answer; I could feel her heart hammering.
I stared down at her face. Sili, too shy to meet my eyes, covered it with both hands. I laughed again—because hiding her face only left the rest of her lewd body completely bare.
“Sili. This is your first time, isn’t it? May I take your virginity?”
“P-please. Take my virginity. I want to give it to you…!”
“Sili. From this moment on you are my woman. Understood?”
“Yes. I am the Count’s woman.”
A smile showed between her fingers. I pushed into her. The hymen tore and a thin trickle of red blood ran down. Without pause I drove all the way in, opening her tight virgin passage to the root.
“Hak… hnnnnngh!”
Sili writhed in pain. She was suffering more than I had expected, so I activated the skill.
Erogenous Amplification
I lowered my upper body and wrapped her completely in my arms. The skill’s effect scaled with the area of skin contact.
Slowly I began to move, grinding deep inside her. Wet, sticky sounds rose each time the head scraped her inner walls.
“Count…! Ahn! Count…!”
Before long sweet, broken moans spilled from Sili’s lips. She locked her arms and legs around me and clung for dear life.
“Ahn! Count! It feels so good! Something’s… something’s…! Aaaaaaahhh!”
As the orgasm seized her I came hard inside her. I kissed her gasping mouth and held her while she trembled.