Chapter 141
Chapter 141
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Translator: uly
Chapter: 141
Chapter Title: Reincarnated as the Plum Blossom Sword Guard of the Count Family
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10:30 a.m.
I woke up in bed. Scratching my stiff head, I walked over to the window and pulled back the curtains. Intense, warm sunlight flooded the room.
"......Hmm."
The weather was perfect. Not a single cloud in the sky.
I looked down at the garden. A few maids were tending to it. A peaceful sight.
'Great weather for outdoor sex today. Maybe a threesome in the garden this afternoon.'
In this mansion, I was king. No, more than that—a god. Nothing happened here against my will. The over thirty formal maids obeyed my every command. They might look like maids on the surface, but their origins and true nature were slaves.
'If I want it, they have to strip and spread their legs.'
Human rights? If those existed, slaves wouldn't.
I could jump down to the garden right now and fuck them without issue. They were all my property.
'It's been two weeks now. I've slept with nine maids so far. Who should I call today?'
It had been two weeks since I brought the forty-one slaves to this mansion.
Ten of them were young children, currently under continuous training from Yuria.
The remaining thirty-one had all become formal maids working in the mansion. Thanks to them, the vast place finally felt alive.
'Still short on hands, though. I'll need to bring in more slaves later.'
Yuria, now the head maid of this mansion, was incredibly busy these days. The thirty-one maids were slaves—mostly commoners who could barely read.
I didn't care if they were illiterate, but Yuria apparently couldn't forgive it as a maid. She was educating them in her spare time. She'd probably be swamped for at least a few more months.
'Once time passes, she'll have maids she can trust with real work.'
That would give Yuria some breathing room.
Me helping Yuria? Ridiculous. I had no talent for teaching anyone—unless it was as a TA, maybe. And I didn't even know exactly what maids did. Better to just lounge around; that helped her more.
Still naked, I threw on a silk robe and stepped out. With my chest exposed, my precious cock bounced with every step. It was half-erect, just a natural morning reaction.
I strode confidently down the hall. Walking naked wouldn't embarrass me; the robe was purely for style.
"Master. Did you cough?"
I ran into a maid in the corridor.
Her name was Sherin. She had long black hair tied in a ponytail. B-cup breasts and sexy red lips.
About a week ago, she'd served me in bed. She'd been a virgin then.
"Yeah. Just woke up. Keep up the good work."
I glanced at the books in her hands.
"What's with the books?"
"Studying during my break."
Looking closer, the cover read Basic Hangul Primer for Beginners.
The mansion maids learned two languages: the world's script and Hangul. I wasn't sure why it mattered, but Yuria insisted. Probably because most of my brought items were Korean products.
"You're working hard."
"Yes. I'm satisfied with life here. I want to stay forever..."
I nodded.
For a slave like her, this place was utopia.
Compared to field work, maid duties weren't taxing. They got breaks, three square meals a day, and even pay—despite being mere slaves.
As a noble mansion, it was safe from monsters or bandits.
Night duty—sex with me—was no big deal for slaves.
To me, it was pure lewd fun, but with thirty-one formal maids, rotation meant sex only once a month per girl.
'Not that I'd settle for one a day.'
And the maid count would grow. My goal was at least a hundred. The mansion was built for it.
'If space runs out, renovate. Left room in the design for that.'
I approached Sherin. She didn't flinch—properly trained by Yuria.
I reached out, lifted her skirt.
"Oh? No panties?"
Her white thigh-high stockings framed a bare pussy. No scrap of fabric.
Black pubic hair neatly trimmed in a bikini line, pink slit tightly closed below. Sherin had an unusually prominent clit.
"Um... All my panties are in the wash. Nothing clean to wear."
Sherin rubbed her thighs, embarrassed to expose her pussy. My cock hardened to the limit at the sight of her recently deflowered hole.
'Yuria usually handles this... but she's busy lately. No need to seek her out. I already relieved morning wood with another maid yesterday.'
Gulp. I heard Sherin swallow.
I recalled her from a week ago. Virgin then, but I hadn't held back—used full pleasure amp. She'd passed out from ecstasy twice.
"Sherin. Can't hold back. Let's do it now."
I slid my hand to her crotch. She didn't resist.
[Sensitivity Amplification]
[Vitality continuously consumed]
Best way to soak her pussy fast: Sensitivity Amplification.
"Ahh... R-right, right now?"
"I want it now. Any reason we can't?"
"N-no, not that, but... Hnngh. Th-the bedroom's right there, so... Ahh!"
I toyed with her clit—her erogenous zone—and clear nectar flowed from her slit. Ready in under a minute.
Even with the skill, it was impressive. Sherin had been anticipating sex with me too.
"Right here. You clean the halls daily—they're spotless."
The mansion corridors were marble. Not from modern Earth—bought here. Local mines supplied it for luxury builds and statues.
I gently laid Sherin on the floor. Yanked down the chest of her maid uniform—perky B-cups spilled out. Perfect handfuls, pink nipples erect on soft mounds.
One hand kneaded the springy breast and hard nipple; the other spread her legs into an M.
"M-Master..."
Squelch.
I thrust my cock into her pussy. It parted her tight walls, burying to the hilt.
"Sherin's pussy is the best. Still as tight and chewy as the first time."
"G-glad my pussy tastes good...! Ahh!"
I pistoned hard. Flat on her back, Sherin gripped my shoulders.
"Hiiik. Ah."
I looked at her face. Half-lidded eyes misty, lower lip bitten sexily. I leaned in, shoving my tongue into her mouth.
"Mmmph! Nnngh!"
Splash! Splash!
At some point, her legs wrapped my waist.
Then, footsteps from the side. Not one person—multiple. Heels clicking, small patters.
I broke the kiss, turned my head.
Yuria led ten kids in apprentice maid uniforms. She'd been marching them when they stumbled on us.
The children stared wide-eyed.
"Master. Glad to see you're healthy again today."
"Sister Sherin..."
"Ah... Aah! D-don't look! Haaangh! M-Master! The kids... Hn! They're watching! Ahh!"
Squelch! Squelch!
Of course, my hips didn't stop.
"Your pussy's clenching harder! Turned on with the kids watching?"
"N-not that... Hnnggg!"
Sherin's body shuddered. Massive orgasm. I timed my creampie—cock pulsing thick ropes inside her.
"......!"
Sherin threw her head back, mouth gaping. Eyes rolling up.
"Everyone. Watch closely. She's serving the Master. One duty of a formal maid. What did I call this service?"
"Pussy service!"
The kids answered.
Various ages. Some blushed; others blinked innocently.
"Yes. Pussy service. The most honorable, proud duty of a formal maid."
I smirked, pulled out. Very satisfying. My slightly softened cock glistened with juices and cum.
"Sherin. Clean up properly. Kids are watching. Set an example."
"Hah, hah... Yes, Head Maid."
Sherin sat up. Licked my cock clean devotedly. Each swipe polished away the mess.
Yuria nodded.
"Everyone. Cleaning the Master's cock is vital. Watch Sherin closely."
"Yuria. Training the kids?"
"Yes. Morning session done. I'll prepare your meal now."
"Nah. I'll eat late today."
I waved to Yuria, heading downstairs with lighter steps.
Entered the basement bath. Bathing appealed more than breakfast today.
Naked, I stepped in—guests already there. Two women in the rose bath with petals and potions. Normal for breaks or off-days.
I hadn't restricted the baths. Hoped for encounters like this.
They rose immediately.
"Master!"
"It's fine. Sit. Here to wash too."
Quick shower, then into their rose bath.
The two: Lizel and Kelly.
Lizel had long orange hair. Started skeletal; now, after two weeks, nicely filled out.
A-cups—small, but growing. Sparse pubes neatly trimmed over her virgin slit.
I knew all the virgins via Yuria.
Lizel tensed as I approached, face stiff.
'Formal maid, but I left her alone—too skinny. Looks fuckable now... Bedroom-ready.'
I grinned.
Nine maids fucked in two weeks. Others needed recovery. Now recovered—time for the untouched ones.
'Other one's Kelly.'
Kelly: bold girl with light blue bob, porcelain skin. C-cups, long sleek legs.
Northern origins explained the paleness. Shaved pussy—no hair. Curls too wild, she said.
"Master. Just woke up, huh?"
Kelly nailed it. I nodded with a smile.
Her casual speech? I ordered it.
Bold big-sis vibe. Casual talk in private. Need a few like her for thrill.
"Lucky to run into you two here."
I reached out, pulled them by the shoulders. They startled but stayed.
Hands slid down, groped their breasts. A-cup and C-cup. Different flavors.
I loved big tits. Didn't mean small ones sucked.
'Prettiest girl's tits are best.'