The Plum Blossom Swordsman Reborn into a Count's Household

"Kyaaaaaah!"

Sharnel screamed in a thoroughly undignified pose, legs splayed wide open, her white panties on full display. An axe-shaped pattern sat right at the center of the fabric. It was a little hot, honestly — though not enough to get me hard.

Her ass is pretty decent… but one look at that upper body and the mood dies instantly.

Sharnel thrashed her way back onto her feet. Veins stood out on her neck as she shouted.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?!"

Mana surged around her — then shuddered and died.

"Yuria put up a barrier over the entire mansion. You can't use magic."

"…Damn it…"

"For a maid, you've got one hell of a mouth on you."

"Shut up! Why am I even being worked like a maid in the first place?! I'm an Arch Mage! There are way better uses for me!"

"An Arch Mage whose entire repertoire is basically fire magic, right?"

"I-I can cast other simple spells too! So drop this ridiculous maid nonsense and let me actually use magic. I'll even make magic tools for you! Magic tools crafted by a real Arch Mage! You could sell them for a fortune!"

"Sigh. Most of those would just be fire-attribute tools anyway. And if I need magic tools, I can just ask Yuria."

I shoved Sharnel flat on her back again.

"Ack!"

She yelped as her head smacked the floor.

I ignored her and stripped off her panties. That arrogant little face of hers made it impossible to just let this slide. I figured I'd take her virginity while I was at it.

A pristine, tightly sealed slit came into view — a natural blank canvas pressed into a single line. I gripped her ass and spread her open. A pale pink anus appeared, and her pussy parted just enough to show the inner flesh. That vivid crimson interior was clean and pretty. But there was a faint whiff of urine.

"Sharnel. Wipe yourself properly after you piss. Your pussy reeks of it."

"Y-you bastard…!"

Sharnel's face went scarlet as she thrashed. I pinned her down with raw strength. In pure physical ability, I had her completely outclassed.

I brought my hand to her pussy. It was ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠so small a single pinky could cover the whole thing. I parted the plump outer lips and tried to push my little finger into her entrance, but it didn't go in as easily as expected. Still, I managed to sink it in about a knuckle deep without tearing her hymen.

"Y-you're insane! Pull it out! Pull it out…!"

"Hmm. Everything else aside, the tightness seems promising…"

"Y-you're marrying Yuria! You can't just do this to me!"

"Of course I can. And that's none of your business."

I dropped my pants and freed my cock.

Even soft, its weight was unmistakable. Sharnel's eyes went wide with horror the moment she saw it.

"L-let me go! Please, don't do this!"

"Hold still. Don't you want to save Priscilla? Keep this up and I won't lift a finger to help you."

"Master…"

Sharnel stopped resisting. Invoking Priscilla's name had done the trick. She bit down hard on her lip. I could feel the resolve radiating off her — her body might get defiled, but she'd never surrender her heart. My cock swelled to half-mast.

Riding the momentum, I stripped off her top as well.

A pair of stickers for breasts greeted me. I reached for them, trying to get a grip — and my fingers just scraped across bare skin.

I respect flat chests. Small breasts have their own unique charm. But this wasn't small. This was nothing. Even those soft pink nipples weren't worth the effort of touching.

"Haaah."

I sighed. The half-erection I'd been working on went limp.

"W-what's with that reaction?! That's so annoying!"

"Your pathetic chest is enough to make a man cry. I was going to take this slow, but… forget it."

I summoned a pink potion from my inventory.

A Breast Enhancement Potion I'd acquired in The Tyrant's World, Just for You. True to its name, it made breasts grow fuller and more abundant.

"A potion…?"

"A potion that's going to change your entire life."

I uncorked it and poured the liquid into my palm. For the record, Breast Enhancement Potion only worked on a woman's chest. Rub it on someone's ass and nothing happened.

I smeared the stuff thickly across Sharnel's cliff-face of a chest.

"Hiiiiiik! My chest is tingling…! What did you put on me?!"

I blinked and watched. The pink liquid vanished almost instantly, as if it had evaporated the second it touched her skin.

That means it absorbed properly… so why isn't anything changing?

Normally, the first application grew breasts by about one or two centimeters, with diminishing returns the larger they already were.

Damn it. Should I use another bottle? I heard stacking them back-to-back isn't ideal…

I pulled out a second bottle and coated Sharnel's chest again.

"Hiiit… ah… khh."

Sharnel let out a strained moan. Her soft pink nipples trembled, then stiffened hard. I narrowed my eyes and stared. Her chest swelled. By about five millimeters. So slight you'd miss it if you weren't looking carefully.

"It worked!"

I crowed with delight and groped her chest. Astonishingly, my fingers still caught on absolutely nothing.

I forced myself to calm down.

"…Listen carefully, Sharnel. From now on, you follow my orders without talking back. Refuse me even once and… you know what happens, right?"

"Khhhk…. You're the worst man alive…!"

"Heh. As if that's news. First lesson — how to suck cock."

I grabbed both of her red twin tails in my fists and forced my cock into her mouth. It was a hairstyle that practically begged to be grabbed every time I saw it.

Next dose of Breast Enhancement Potion in ten minutes. Applying them too close together ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠dulls the effect and can even be life-threatening if you don't space them out… but.

Sharnel wasn't an ordinary woman. She was an Arch Mage — practically a superhuman. A few Breast Enhancement Potions weren't going to put her life in danger.

"Use your tongue. Suck it. Suck my cock."

"Mmph, mmmmph…!"

Sharnel glared up at me through tear-filled eyes. It wasn't the least bit intimidating.

"Watch the teeth."

I kept drilling her on fellatio, twin tails clenched in both hands, then glanced down at her pussy. A tiny bead of love juice had gathered at the tip of that tightly sealed slit.

???

Three days passed.

In that time I focused entirely on growing Sharnel's breasts and developing her erogenous zones. Like master, like disciple, I supposed. Sharnel was frigid, just like her mentor Priscilla — her sexual sensitivity simply hadn't developed. Nowhere near as severe as Priscilla's case, of course.

It just takes time. Her pussy gets wet properly enough.

I walked Sharnel to the bathhouse. The other maids' eyes followed her the whole way. A dog collar circled her throat, and long, slender rods were buried in both her pussy and anus beneath her short skirt. Naturally, Sharnel's face was flushed to the point of bursting.

"Ugh, uuugh…"

Sharnel walked in an ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠awkward half-crouch, legs trembling.

Bzzzzzz.

The whir of a vibrator hummed from her chest. Her breasts had grown enormously over the past three days — a full C-cup, slightly larger than my hand. Getting them this far had cost me a full eighty bottles of Breast Enhancement Potion.

I've already crossed the river. No going back. At this point… I'm taking her all the way to L-cups.

Sharnel would never see her own lower half again.

We arrived at the bathhouse changing room. I spread my arms wide. Nearby maids stepped in and stripped me down.

"What are you waiting for, Sharnel. Strip."

"F-fine."

Sharnel obeyed without protest. After three days of being sucked, licked, and thoroughly used, she no longer flinched at showing her naked body.

I took in the sight of her. Vibrators buzzed against her nipples. Even with her short stature, the proportions were good and the breasts were big enough that she looked pretty damn hot.

"You can take the vibrators off. We're bathing anyway."

The moment I gave permission, she hurriedly peeled the vibrators from her nipples. Soft pink buds emerged from underneath — larger than they'd been three days ago. As her breasts had grown, her nipples and areolae had scaled up proportionally.

"These too?"

Sharnel's small hands closed around the rods still buried in her pussy and ass.

"Wait."

"What."

"I'll pull those out myself. Get on all fours, same as when I put them in."

"On all fours… here?"

She bit down hard on her lip.

The nearby maids were watching us with open fascination.

"Absolute obedience to my orders. You're not about to tell me you can't do it now, are you?"

"…I never said I couldn't."

Sharnel dropped to her knees and pressed herself flat against the floor. I drew the rods out of her anus and pussy. The one from her pussy came away slick with clear fluid.

"Heh."

I tossed the rods aside and climbed onto the small of her back. Grabbing both red twin tails, I urged her forward.

"Giddyup, giddyup! Stop dawdling and move!"

"Khhhhhhh…"

Wearing a look of pure humiliation, Sharnel crawled toward the bath. Maid eyes stabbed into her from every direction.

Only once we were inside the bathhouse proper did I climb off. Sharnel was already breathing hard — and she'd only crawled about twenty meters.

I was washing up before getting in the tub when something occurred to ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠me.

"Nephia."

I called to a silver-haired maid nearby. A noticeably more mature Nephia approached, silver hair swaying. Ever since Yuria had become my fiancée, Nephia had been promoted from Deputy Head Maid to Head Maid.

"Yes, Master."

"Sharnel still hasn't had her initiation ceremony, has she?"

"No, sir. Sharnel is… not exactly a formal maid, so it was a bit ambiguous."

"We'll do it now."

"Understood. I'll prepare at once."

Nephia gathered a few maids and got to work. Before long they returned with everything needed for the ceremony — a table, paper, ink, and a slab of clay.

"Initiation ceremony? Nobody told me about any ceremony!"

"Of course you didn't hear about it if nobody told you. And this is a fairly recent tradition. Now that you're one of my maids, shouldn't you go through the initiation like everyone else?"

Sharnel's red eyes flickered with unease.

"…What kind of initiation?"

"A pussy stamp."

"……"

Sharnel's expression went blank. She looked like she was questioning whether she'd heard me correctly.

"When you sign a contract, you stamp it with a seal or a fingerprint, right? Same idea — except you stamp it with your pussy."

"N-no. Why would you do something that pointless?!"

"Because it's tradition, and it's the initiation. Nephia — our Arch Mage here doesn't seem to be getting it, so give her a demonstration."

"Yes, Master."

Nephia climbed onto the table and squatted. She smeared ink across her pussy, then sat down hard on the paper. Thump! A moment later she stood and handed me the sheet.

"Oh. That's our Nephia. Not just the pussy — the anus came out crystal clear too."

"Hehe. I've done this a few times by now."

Thump!

This time she sat on the clay. Nephia's pussy was pressed into the soft mass in perfect three-dimensional relief.

"Alright, Sharnel. You get the idea? Your turn."

There was nowhere to run.

"U-uuu… Master…"

On the verge of tears, Sharnel climbed onto the table. She coated her pussy thickly with ink, then sat down on the paper.

"Way too much ink. It's smeared — I can't even make out the shape. Do it again."

Thump!

Nephia ended up stamping her pussy onto paper five separate times. Fortunately, the clay impression came out perfectly on the first try.