Chapter 140
Chapter 140
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Translator: uly
Chapter: 140
Chapter Title: Reincarnated as the Plum Blossom Sword Master in the Count's Family
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I lay naked on the bed, eagerly awaiting the maid who would visit me tonight along with Yuria.
'Heh. In this mansion, there's not a single person I need to watch out for.'
If this were the Prucus Count's household, buying 41 female slaves and bringing them here would have been absolutely impossible. Not only would my reputation plummet, but Ellaine wouldn't forgive me either.
'That bastard Jent must have been trying to bury me completely.'
I didn't need to see it to know. Jent, sensing danger from me, would use every means to ruin me in the political arena.
'The secrets of this mansion must be kept at all costs.'
At least until I become the Prucus Count. After that? I don't care if my reputation tanks. The Prucus Count is practically the king here. Even if my infamy spreads, there's nothing those guys can do.
'Heh. Now, which maid will come tonight? I can't wait.'
It wouldn't be Elnoa, the elf slave from the slave market. She still had some defiance left. I planned to train her slowly.
I had plenty of time anyway. Even if it meant letting it rot, I intended to take my time taming Elnoa.
'Hurry up... come quick.'
As I wished and wished in my mind, a knock finally sounded at the bedroom door.
Knock knock knock.
"Master. It's Yuria. I've brought the maid who will serve you tonight."
"Come in!"
The bedroom door opened, and two women entered.
One was Yuria. She greeted me with her usual perfect poise. And one step behind her was the maid I'd been waiting for so eagerly.
Her beauty surpassed my expectations. Yuria must have done her makeup; a light touch was visible.
'Compared to Yuria, her looks fall short... but that's unavoidable.'
Yuria was prettier than any woman I'd ever seen. Elnoa, the slave elf? Pretty, sure, but a notch below Yuria.
"Your name?"
"Fatima... that's me."
The maid stated her name. I nodded, committing it to memory. Come to think of it, I'd heard there was a widow among the slaves. Her name was Fatima, right?
Yuria stepped aside and closed the bedroom door. She pushed Fatima on the back. Fatima stumbled awkwardly toward me.
Fatima was a widow, but she looked no older than her mid-20s; she didn't seem like a woman with a child. Nothing strange about that.
'People in this world marry young and have kids early.'
Fatima had her long brown hair tied into a single braid. The classic ponytail style.
'Now that's a proper maid outfit.'
The chest area wasn't just low-cut; it was nonexistent. Her heavy G-cup breasts, too massive for one hand to grasp, were on full display. The nipples and areolas at their tips were large and brown.
Makes sense since she'd borne a child. Pregnancy makes a woman's breasts, including nipples and areolas, larger and darker.
Her skirt was incredibly short. If someone called it a waistband instead of a skirt, I'd believe it without question.
Her red panties were fully visible. They were split down the middle—the so-called crotchless panties. Her brown pubic hair and plump, rosy labia minora peeked through.
Throb throb.
My cock was already stirring up a fuss.
Fatima's eyes had a seductive downward slant at the corners. More than that, her body had some plushness, giving her a voluptuous figure that was incredibly arousing.
'Should I pounce right away? Or play around a bit first?'
As I pondered this pleasant dilemma, Yuria approached Fatima and asked,
"Fatima. Have you ever done fellatio?"
"Fellatio...? What's that?"
"Oral sex. Have you ever taken a cock in your mouth?"
"C-cock...!"
"Answer my question."
"N-no, never."
Hearing that exchange, I knew exactly what to do.
"If you haven't, you can try it now. Oral service is a must for any maid."
Lying on the bed, I beckoned her over impatiently.
Fatima hesitated a moment before climbing onto the bed.
She froze at the sight of my cock.
Throb. My cock urged her on.
"Hurry."
"...Yes."
Fatima grasped my cock with her hand and opened her mouth. She paused like that for a bit, then squeezed her eyes shut and took it in. I felt her wet tongue and the warmth of her body heat.
This wasn't fellatio. It was just the glans inside her mouth.
'I get it. She has no idea what fellatio even is. Yuria was the same at first.'
Fellatio wasn't mainstream in this world. No porn existed here either. Knowledge of sex was bound to be shallow.
'Teaching her would be a hassle...'
I glanced at Yuria. She immediately caught on and approached the bed.
"Just putting it in your mouth doesn't stimulate it. Be careful not to graze it with your teeth, and move your tongue. Then suck slowly."
"Mmmph."
Fatima, with my cock in her mouth, responded and began licking and sucking tentatively.
Cautious movements. Proof she was conscious of me.
'Sometimes, this isn't bad.'
The women I regularly slept with were all pros at fellatio. I'd trained them and made them do it often. Yuria once made me cum four times in a row with nothing but her mouth. When she was serious, it was hard to last three minutes against her fellatio.
Slurp slurp.
Having her tongue move while holding my cock in her mouth felt good, but it wasn't intense enough.
'Screw fellatio; maybe just shove it in her pussy...'
No.
I grabbed Fatima's head and pushed gently.
"Ah..."
My cock slipped from her mouth. It hadn't even gone halfway in, but it was drenched in saliva.
'Yeah. Even Yuria would hate sloppy seconds.'
I wiped my cock thoroughly with a wet tissue and held it out to Yuria. Only someone like her deserved that courtesy.
"Yuria. Show her what real fellatio looks like."
"Yes, Master."
As Yuria approached, Fatima stepped aside.
Yuria leaned forward smoothly, sweeping her long hair behind her ears so it wouldn't cover her face.
She then pressed her lips to the glans of my cock in greeting.
Smack.
"Master's cock is as magnificent as ever today."
Throb.
My cock reacted.
Yuria gazed at it lovingly before opening wide and swallowing it whole. No hesitation or fumbling like with Fatima. It slid comfortably into her mouth.
It didn't take long for her to take it to the root.
With my cock fully engulfed, she looked up at me. From the outside, it looked effortless, but her throat was contracting rhythmically, squeezing me tight.
'Yes. That's it.'
I stroked her head, feeling deep satisfaction.
"As expected of Yuria. Perfect."
Once I finished praising her, her real oral service began.
"Slurrrp! Suck! Mmmph!"
Her head moved vigorously, taking my cock in and out repeatedly. She bobbed quickly while her tongue mercilessly targeted the sensitive spots. This was beyond what an ordinary woman could do.
"...I'm cumming."
As always, I came in Yuria's mouth. When I pulled out, her mouth was filled with thick white semen. Without hesitation, she gulped it all down.
"That's how you do fellatio."
"I... I don't think I can do it like the head maid..."
"I'm not expecting that level from you. At minimum, you need to be able to take the cum in your mouth. Now, try again."
My cock had cum once but was still rock-hard.
"No. Skip the fellatio."
It was after the first orgasm. For Fatima to make me cum with her mouth would take at least 30 minutes. Too much time wasted.
"As a widow, you know how sex works, right? Get on top and move your hips yourself."
"M-me on top...?"
"Don't tell me... you've never done that either?"
"...Yes."
That answer surprised me quite a bit. Was cowgirl not common in this world? It did seem lewd for a woman to mount a man.
"Then what positions did you use with your late husband?"
"I'd lie down and spread my legs. Or get on all fours..."
Missionary was standard, and doggy was common too.
I grew curious and fired off more questions. She answered them all honestly.
Fatima was from a rural village far from the city. Her husband had been killed by trolls just two years after marriage. About two months ago, slave hunters broke into her home, capturing her and her daughter, turning them into slaves.
Average.
The average life in this world.
Her late husband must have been the innocent type, not knowing cowgirl.
"It's simple. Put my cock in your pussy and shake your hips. Go on."
"Yes. I'll do it."
Fatima moved. I told her not to undress. That made it more exciting.
Bounce bounce.
I watched her breasts jiggle happily with each movement. Fatima spread her crotchless panties wide, parting her labia minora along with them.
Her pussy was already wet. Maybe from excitement over sex after so long, or from seeing and sucking my cock. Didn't matter either way.
Squatting over me, she tried to guide my cock in with her hand. But her movements were clumsy. Her trembling hands showed how nervous she was.
"Yuria. Help her."
"Yes, Master."
Yuria grabbed my cock and slid it straight into Fatima's pussy.
"Hah?!"
"Oh."
Her insides were tighter than expected. I'd thought a woman who'd given birth would be looser, but no.
'Hasn't had sex in ages? Or is my cock just too big?'
Yuria supported Fatima's body and said,
"Now, slowly move your hips up and down."
Cowgirl could be tricky. One wrong move and you could hurt yourself. Lucky Yuria was there. Teaching Fatima step-by-step myself was too annoying.
Soon, Fatima could move on her own without help.
Squelch squelch.
"Hah. Hah..."
My cock slid in and out of her pussy, scraping up sticky love juices. It was already soaked in her fluids.
"Hnnngh!"
Fatima shuddered as she rocked her hips back and forth slowly. This was her third orgasm in cowgirl.
I hadn't moved a muscle. Just toggling the Sensitivity Amplification skill on and off. Her erogenous zones were her nipples and pussy.
"Fatima?"
Fatima had fallen backward, breathing raggedly. The connection between my cock and her pussy was in plain view.
Squirt squirt.
Her thick pussy lips clenched around my cock, twitching before spraying fluids. I chuckled and began cumming inside her.
"Ah. Ahh...!"
I pulled out of her sloppy pussy. Semen overflowed from her depths.
I sat up to check on Fatima. She hadn't passed out. But she looked utterly exhausted. Her eyes were glazed from the unfamiliar pleasure.
"S-sorry. I'll get up right..."
"Perfect. Watch closely and learn what real cowgirl looks like."
I lay back on the bed and looked at Yuria.
Yuria stood on the bed and stripped off her maid uniform. Finally, her panties came off, a sticky thread of arousal stretching like taffy before snapping.
"Yuria. Show her proper cowgirl."
"Yes, Master. Can I hold your hands?"
I extended my hands to her as she squatted over me. She interlocked her fingers with mine and slammed her hips down, taking my cock in one go. Her pussy clenched tight around me.
"Haaaang!"
Slam! Slam!
Using our gripped hands as leverage, she pounded away like a pestle in a mortar.
"Hnn! Master's cock...! It's delicious no matter how many times I have it!"
Fatima stared at us in shock. I understood. Imagining Yuria like this from her usual demeanor was impossible.
"Hah! Ahhn!"
Yuria seemed oblivious to Fatima now.
