Chapter 201
Chapter 201
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Translator: uly
Chapter: 201
Chapter Title: Reincarnated as the Plum Blossom Swordmaster in a Count's Family
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“Welcome back, Master.”
“...!”
I was startled.
Yuria had a rough idea that I traveled back and forth between worlds.
The items I brought from the real world weren't from this one, and I had no real intention of hiding them from Yuria, who was always by my side. I trusted her that much.
Still, I never explicitly told Yuria when I went to the other world.
From Yuria's perspective, it's not like I disappear.
The time that passed on auto-play was only a few hours at most.
When I returned to reality, this world didn't freeze—it switched straight to auto-progress. The first thing I did back in reality was stop auto-progress via the Playful Life app. If my avatar pulled some troll bullshit during auto, it'd be a nightmare to deal with.
To me, it's just a few days, but to Yuria, it's less than ten seconds. And she noticed the moment I entered this world?
I knew Yuria could be superhumanly perceptive at times, but I didn't expect it to this degree.
“...How did you know?”
The Return world ran on minimal auto-progress. No way I'd let it run wild here—not when I could get lewd with the mansion maids. That'd be a waste.
“Master, your aura has shifted abruptly before. It felt vague in the past, but now it's unmistakable.”
Then a sudden curiosity struck me.
“What about the other me? Much different?”
“Not terribly. Though sometimes, it feels like a machine carrying out preset tasks.”
Fair enough. The avatar just mimicked my behavior. Calling it mechanical wasn't wrong.
I sipped the black tea Yuria had brewed. I wasn't big on tea, but hers was the exception. Tailored perfectly to my taste, it was better than any other. Black tea made solely for me.
“How are head maid duties? Busy?”
“The maids are handling everything well, so I hardly need to step in.”
Just a few months ago, Yuria had been the mansion's only servant. She'd managed cleaning, upkeep, attending to me—all of it alone. Honestly, back then I worried she'd collapse from the workload.
Even when I forced her to rest, she'd be scrubbing the mansion the next day. After bringing in the slaves, she'd been swamped training the clueless newbies.
But now, the mansion had over fifty maids. Thirty were official staff working various posts, and the other twenty were young trainees in education.
As official maids multiplied, Head Maid Yuria's workload plummeted. No more menial chores—she mostly handled ledgers and maid training now. In her spare time, she attended me or did personal training.
“No issues in the mansion?”
I beckoned Yuria over. She approached at my gesture.
“No. Everyone follows the mansion rules perfectly.”
She grasped the hem of her long skirt with both hands and lifted it above her waist. Her pretty legs, wrapped in white stockings, came into view, along with her pure white panties.
Yuria knew exactly what I wanted, no lengthy explanation needed.
“Heard some maids are showing real talent lately?”
As I spoke, I slid down Yuria's pristine white panties. They stretched taut between her thighs.
Yuria's pussy was impeccably clean as always—a flawless pink.
I reached out while inspecting it. On my recent orders, she'd been growing her pubic hair into a heart (♥) shape.
I rubbed her mons pubis. The silver hairs were still too short to pinch, but rubbing them gave that curly texture.
“Yes. Amanda and Cheisy, I assume. They're undergoing special training as AM unit members.”
Special training wasn't a bad thing. It was education tailored to their talents.
The AM unit had two meanings: Assault Maid or Assassin Maid. A special force made of maids, plain and simple.
The AM unit's still a ways off from real action, though.
I peeled back the hood of Yuria's clit and rolled it between my fingers. Moisture soon gathered in her pussy.
“Haaah...”
She got wet fast, even without Sensitivity Amp. I felt the payoff of training her in these little details.
“Any standouts among the girls?”
“Yes. A few. Haaang... Nepia has exceptional talent. Heut...”
Sliding a finger inside produced a wet squelch.
“Nepia? Ah, that one.”
I didn't know the faces or names of the pre-apprentice kids. They were years away from being holdable, so no interest.
Nepia, though—with her silver hair like Yuria's—stuck in my memory.
“...Yes. In a few years, Nepia will become a maid you'll adore, Master. Aaang!”
I flicked her clit, and Yuria's body shuddered.
“If Yuria vouches that highly... Looking forward to it. But how's the evening party prep going?”
I'd recently browbeaten some dwarves into building a banquet hall on the mansion's left side. Huge enough for a thousand with room to spare. Built purely for parties.
I planned to throw one every couple months. No outsiders, of course. Just me and the maids.
“Yes. Preparations are nearly complete. Hauung. We can proceed as scheduled.”
“Heh heh. Can't wait for evening. Any requests from the maids?”
I could indulge a few suggestions from the maids who served me.
“Some of the girls want a swimming pool.”
“Swimming pool? Ah, yeah—swimming in the bath isn't ideal.”
The bath had a pool, but it was small. Not great for actual swimming.
I felt that myself last time.
About two weeks ago in this world's time, I'd had the maids don swimsuits and join me in the bath. For reference, they wore micro bikinis that barely covered the essentials.
Too cramped for the various porn plays I had in mind.
“Guess we need a pool. Easy—just squeeze the dwarves.”
Modern luxury level. Once built, it'd open up all sorts of steamy scenarios with the maids.
Could even film variety show bits like in Sex Kingdom, pool backdrop.
Squelch squelch.
My mind wandered to the future, but my hands unleashed their honed techniques without mercy.
“Aa...? Hwaaaang!”
Yuria hunched forward slightly, her body quaking. Clear love juices pattered to the floor.
I withdrew from her pussy and brought my soaked fingers to my mouth. A taste more familiar than any other.
“The territory?”
My territory of Tebra was mostly under Yuria's management. To be precise, the admins I'd appointed handled the minutiae, and Yuria oversaw them.
“The territory is developing smoothly.”
Yuria slid her white panties down her thighs as she spoke. They were damp from the juices dripping from her slit.
“Thanks to the Citizen Rank System you created, the citizens are actively working to raise their ranks.”
Citizen Rank System.
Assign ranks to citizens, with higher ranks granting more benefits.
“However, upper-class folks bribing admins has been on the rise.”
“Bribes... Those tax-dodging bastards...”
I frowned instinctively.
The upper crust pulled every trick to pay less tax. Honest payers among them? Less than ten percent.
I could round them up, execute, confiscate assets—but it'd tank the city. They were propping it up, for now. Untouchable yet.
“The admins are cautious, mindful of you, Master. But in a few months, they'll start taking bribes.”
“Time for a sword dance later. How's Koria Merchant Company?”
“Koria's focusing on promotion right now. Merchants coming to Tebra via us have ticked up a bit.”
“Not all smooth sailing. Problems?”
“Rivalry from other companies.”
“Rivalry? No big players in Tebra big enough for that.”
“Companies based in Slawed port city. Senif Company's the most aggressive.”
Slawed's name twisted my face instantly.
Slawed was a nearby port city. Overlapped with Tebra on the port front, but Slawed's population was over forty times larger—a metropolis.
“Slawed Count's doing?”
“No proof. But high chance he incited them. Koria's the linchpin in Tebra right now. If it falls, Tebra likely follows.”
“Assassinate Slawed Count and heir?”
“Possible.”
Yuria said it flatly. If I ordered it, she'd eliminate Slawed Count without hesitation.
But I had no plans to. Killing him now would draw noble suspicion, and some new noble would likely take over Slawed.
Tebra's not checked by Slawed Count alone.
Couldn't ignore the pressure, though. Do nothing, and they'd think Koria—or Tebra—easy prey.
“Skip Slawed Count. Senif Company? Kill its head.”
Hush it up externally, but the death would send a clear warning.
“Yes. Handled within two weeks.”
I stared at Yuria.
She lifted her skirt again. Juices trailed down her thighs, soaking her stockings.
“Master. My pussy craves your cock. Please grace my pussy with it.”
“If Yuria's pussy wants it, how could I refuse?”
I spread my arms wide, still seated.
Yuria threw herself into my embrace.
After a delightful romp with Yuria, I left the room. Walking the corridor, I pondered the territory.
Per Yuria, a rumor lately among citizens: Offer me a beautiful wife or daughter for a night to skyrocket their citizen rank.
I considered tracking the source and clamping down, then dropped it. Not a bad rumor, all told. More folks sending beauties my way? Music to my ears.
And it's not exactly false.
I'd fucked a few beautiful citizens before. On excuses like taxes or insulting nobility. The ones I liked? I'd subtly bumped their ranks with some pretext.
I was a generous lord to beauties.
My ultimate goal: prima nocta.
Forcing every beauty in the territory to spend their first night with me, not their husbands—that was my dream, my endgame.
Achieving it meant more than just snagging the Frukus countship. I needed unchecked power, beyond even the king's reach.
Dreams are meant to come true! I'll make it happen.
As I reaffirmed my newfound dream, I passed a butler in the corridor.
A handsome figure with neatly tied navy ponytail.
Not a real man, of course. I'd never allow males in the mansion. Butler suit or not, tall as she was, it was a woman.
Hayden.
Originally an androgynous beauty, makeup turned her face handsome-man sharp. Yuria's training made her voice and mannerisms convincingly male. B-cups bound tight with cloth.
Wipe off the makeup, and she's one hot-faced woman.
Daytime and official duties: male butler mode. Nights: maid mode.
“You seem in high spirits today, Master.”
I nodded to her greeting.
“Hayden. Show me your pussy.”