The Plum Blossom Swordsman Reincarnated into a Count's Family
"My lady! This will not do! I am coming in! Forgive my rudeness!"
Click.
The door opened.
Jarlin was a middle-aged woman in a simple yet immaculate dress. Strands of her black hair had gone pure white, giving them a gray cast. She had the overall look of a severe, exacting woman.
The moment she stepped inside, her mouth fell open in shock.
"My lady?!"
"Hah—ahn—Jarlin… don't look…. Aaahn!"
Melissa gasped the words out. She had already lost to the pleasure. Her pussy clenched around his cock even more greedily than before, and the flood of her juices was only a bonus.
"Ah—my lady, what on earth…."
Jarlin stood frozen in panic. She clenched her fists, at a complete loss, then fixed a glare on me.
"C-Count Pruker. Stop this at once! If you do not, I will shout for the knights!"
"Go ahead and call them."
I snapped my hips forward for her to see.
"Haaaahn!"
Smack.
For good measure I brought my hand down on Melissa's ass. That full, heavy flesh rippled and jiggled under the blow.
"Ahn—no! Jarlin! Ahn… you must not shout…! I cannot let anyone else see me like this…!"
I fisted Melissa's black hair and yanked her head back. The face that had been hanging toward the bed came into full view. Jarlin flinched. Anyone looking at Melissa now would never have said she was a woman being violated.
The corners of her eyes were curved, her pupils soft and dazed with rapture. They had rolled slightly upward under the onslaught of pleasure. Pink lips let a trail of unswallowed saliva drip free. From every angle it was the face of a woman lost in sex—the face of a bitch in heat.
"…It seems I have interrupted the two of you. Excuse me. I shall wait outside; please take your time and enjoy yourselves."
Jarlin spoke while forcing a calm expression onto her face. Her voice trembled, just faintly. She turned to leave and close the door behind her.
"Stop. Don't go. Stay right here and watch me fuck Melissa. That's an order."
"…Count Pruker. I am the head maid of the Arhen Ducal House. I have no reason to obey a count's commands."
"Aren't you worried about what I might do to Melissa?"
"Hnn—hnnn…. J-Jarlin. Do as Master says…. Master is—haaaahn!"
I kept working my hips even as I spoke. Melissa's upper body collapsed onto the bed again.
Slap! Slap! Slap!
Every thrust sent her body rocking with the force of it.
Jarlin drew a single sharp breath. She set one hand below her navel, straightened her spine, and looked our way with deadly seriousness.
"I will obey the Count's order. However—if you so much as raise a hand against my lady in violence… I will not stand idle."
"I don't do anything Melissa doesn't want. Look. She's enjoying herself."
I hauled her upper body upright. Her sweat-slick back pressed against my chest.
"Hahk… nnh… aaaa… letting Jarlin see me like this…. Hiiiit…!"
I licked along the nape of her neck while twisting her nipples between my fingers. She jerked in surprise, her whole body shuddering up and down—then reached both arms back to loop around my neck.
Whether by accident or design, she arched her spine even straighter and breathed against my face.
"Melissa. I want to hear what you said earlier one more time."
"Haaahn…. I love you. My Master…."
"I love you too."
Our mouths met.
As if it were the most natural thing in the world, we sucked at each other's lips—then, growing heated, tangled our wet tongues together.
With one hand I kneaded her breast; with the other I stroked down over her lower belly, then gripped a smooth thigh and spread her legs wide so Jarlin could get a clearer look at where our bodies were joined.
Schlick, smack. Slurp, smack.
I watched Jarlin's reaction while we kissed. Her face stayed carefully blank, but her cheeks were redder than before.
Melissa needed no comment. She was already gone—senseless, reduced to a beast of pure lust, chasing nothing but pleasure.
The urge to come rose. I held it back. This was not the timing I wanted.
Slap, slap! Slap! Slap! Schlick, squelch!
Melissa's cries mixed with every filthy wet sound in the room. I drove my hips in a mindless rhythm. The limit was closing in.
Then the moment I wanted arrived. I felt the pattern of her pussy's grip change. I drove deep on that beat and came.
"Nngh—hnnnnnnnnnnn!"
Melissa's body convulsed as if in a seizure. Her eyes rolled back, and a yellow fountain burst from her cunt. The thick stream of yellow liquid soiled the bed without mercy. The force of her pissing was so strong the spattering filled the whole room.
Pop!
After dumping a heavy load of cum, my cock softened just enough to slip free. As if that weren't enough, white fluid began dirtying the sheets as well. I held her by the chest and waist so she wouldn't collapse. The long stream of piss finally ended. Her body kept twitching in slow, spaced spasms.
I hooked my arms under Melissa's thighs, lifted her, and walked over to stand in front of Jarlin.
"I'll show you something fun. Right now Melissa's pussy is completely loose from one climax after another. The hole is gaping open and only slowly contracting. If I push my cock into her in this state…."
I tensed. My cock hardened in an instant and smacked against Melissa's ass. I shifted the body in my arms, lined myself up, and lowered her slowly. The important part was to insert only about half.
Pwooosh, pook!
An embarrassingly loud fart-like sound came from Melissa's cunt.
"Hiiik—higigigi…."
"It makes a noise like that. Amusing, isn't it?"
"…I fail to see what is amusing about it. Do you take such pleasure in humiliating my lady?"
I laughed under my breath.
I had been watching Jarlin carefully from the start, so I had seen it—the flash of contempt in her eyes when she looked at Melissa.
To the strict head maid of the Arhen Ducal House, Melissa's disgraceful display would be hard to tolerate.
"And if I move from here…."
Pook, pak! Schlick, pwoooong!
A huge pussy-fart sound rang out as cum sprayed in every direction. Then I drove all the way in with everything I had. Fwet! Residual piss still in the urethra splattered across Jarlin's dress.
"Ah—aaaa…."
Melissa closed both eyes. She seemed to have decided to let go of the last thread of reason she had been clinging to.
Thirty minutes later, Melissa woke with a sullen look and sent Jarlin out of the room.
"…Jarlin. I feel awkward saying this after you came to help, but… I can at least change my own clothes. So please wait outside."
"……Understood, my lady. Should you need my assistance, call for me at any time."
Jarlin withdrew with full courtesy. I was still lying beside Melissa when a sharp pain in my cheek made me scowl—she had pinched it hard.
"What was that for?"
"Because you were being insufferable. Be grateful I'm letting it end here."
"Well, I did go a little far, so I'll let it slide."
"…Haa. My reunion with Jarlin was an absolute disaster…."
Melissa let out a deep sigh, peeled off her sheer stockings, and prepared to put on a dress.
She used magic to shower indoors—conjuring water, guiding it over her body, then erasing the used water on the spot. What caught my eye was the moment she pulled the cum out of her pussy. She extracted every drop from her vagina in one go with magic; it was oddly fascinating.
"Telekinesis magic?"
"Water Control. Semen is a liquid too, so it isn't difficult. Did you know? Madam never washes with magic unless she's in a hurry—she always uses the bath."
"Isn't that just because Yuria likes baths?"
"It isn't so much that she likes baths as that she likes to show off."
"Show off?"
"Madam is in Master's arms nearly every day, is she not? She wakes in the morning and takes her time washing in the bath—while flaunting Master's cum running out of her pussy for everyone else to see."
"Aren't you just overthinking it?"
"What do you take me for? Madam always strives to present a perfect image to Master, but as a fellow maid I can tell—she has an oddly eccentric streak. Well, she has probably picked it up from Master without realizing it. They do say couples grow alike."
"We aren't married yet."
"At this point you might as well be."
"……Then what about you?"
In this world, the woman I fucked most after Yuria was Melissa. And with every woman, creampies were the default.
"Of course I use the bath too unless I'm pressed for time. When I'm dripping cum from my pussy, the other maids look at me with envy. That gaze is rather thrilling."
"So the story about Yuria was from personal experience…."
Snap!
Melissa flicked her fingers. The wardrobe opened and a dress flew out. With magic's help she changed into it—a lavish blue gown. She also arranged her long dark-blue hair into a braided bun. It carried an air of dignity and elegance.
Snap!
Another flick of her fingers, and a drawer opened. Accessories set with large jewels sailed over and settled onto her body, adding a final layer of splendor.
Snap!
This time my body moved on its own. I floated lightly into the air and drifted to the side of the bed. She finished cleaning the room in a single sweep of magic as well.
"Even the piss stains you left are gone. That's some absurd cleaning magic."
"It's a cleaning spell Madam developed. Honestly, I don't understand the principle either. I just use it."
"Is that allowed for a mage?"
"No reason it shouldn't be. Master. Stay still—I'll wash you. And don't get hard. We don't have time to play. We have to get to the banquet hall."
Snap!
Melissa's magic left me clean. I pulled a formal suit from my inventory and put it on; she helped me dress.
"Melissa. Jarlin… do we need to seal that woman's mouth?"
"Jarlin's lips are sealed tight. The only person who could open them is Father, if she reported our relationship to him—but it will never become a rumor. She would hardly want word spreading that the next Duke of Arhen is a madwoman who pisses herself during sex."
We stood before the mirror. Melissa slipped her arm through my right as if it were the most natural thing in the world. The man and woman in the glass looked so polished and refined that no one would have believed they had been rolling around on a bed like animals only moments before.
"Shall we, Master? Hmm—from here on, may I call you Count?"
"Doesn't matter. Just call me Master when we're alone."
We matched our steps down the corridor. Melissa was smiling from ear to ear. She seemed to be thoroughly enjoying the situation.