Chapter 218
Chapter 218
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Translator: uly
Chapter: 218
Chapter Title: Reborn as the Plum Blossom Sword Master in a Count's Family
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"And... out of all the pussies I've tasted, yours is the best."
I collapsed on top of Yuria's body like I was covering her. I stuck out my tongue and licked her sweat-drenched cheek. There was a faint salty taste.
"...I'm glad my pussy pleases you, Master."
Her reaction felt a bit lukewarm, but her pussy was clenching tight around me. She must have been genuinely thrilled by my words.
I twisted my hips back and forth.
Squelch, squelch.
"Haah... Ahhhn!"
I wrapped my arms around Yuria's waist and back, lifting her up and positioning us so we were straddling the bed. Her left leg draped over my shoulder. I thrust my cock into her even harder than before.
"Yuria. Your pussy really is the best."
"Th-thank you... Master. Haaahhn...!"
Our sex marathon stretched from morning straight through to noon. The academy? Yeah, my dick's too sore today—I won't make it.
???
Sparring Tournament.
It's a mandatory event for all fourth-years at Goldway Academy.
The prelims and finals are separate, and in the finals, students from the swordsmanship and magic departments form teams of four.
The only team restriction is exactly four members. One swordsmanship student and three mages? Fine. The reverse works too. The ideal setup is two from each.
'I'll team up with Kyle. He'll probably pair with that arrogant redhead bitch, no doubt.'
In the original story, Kyle teamed up with some loser. Can't remember the guy's name.
'Whatever... that's later. Focus on prelims now.'
I stared straight ahead.
About 10 meters away, Kyle was pointing his sword at me. I had mine aimed right back at him.
Floy stood at our center.
"This is the sparring tournament prelims. Don't worry about winning or losing—just give it your all."
The prelims are individual matches. Swordsmanship or magic students don special protective gear and duel.
Three rounds total, each against a different opponent.
'It's called prelims, but there's no elimination.'
Lose, and you're not out. Win, and you don't get an advantage.
Prelims are just an excuse. The real goal is evaluating students through spars. Professors can disqualify anyone deemed below par from finals—they get special training instead.
Unlike the public finals, prelims are private.
"Mana use is allowed, but no aura. If I deem it dangerous, I'll stop the match. Obey my orders."
"Yes, understood."
"Got it."
Kyle and I replied.
Kyle stared at me with a serious expression.
No mercy just because I'm his little brother. Knowing Kyle, he'll be even more intense precisely because I am.
'That pisses me off.'
Kyle's stance wasn't Plum Blossom Swordsmanship—it was basic Prukus swordsmanship. At this point, he wasn't hiding his Plum Blossom style.
He was holding back for me.
"Begin."
At Floy's signal, we charged, swords clashing.
Clang!
Sparks flew from the blades. I got pushed back slightly.
'...Just slightly?'
Kyle's a mid-tier Aura Expert. Even without aura, his physical stats outclass mine. My realm outpaces my body. Full force from him should've sent me staggering five steps at least.
'Definitely holding back.'
If he went all out, I'd lose before I could show anything.
'I know I'd lose... but it still stings.'
My swordsman's pride bristled. Couldn't use Eternal Heaven Style—that was the issue.
Clang! Clang!
I ditched Prukus basics for Meteor Swordsmanship. But it didn't faze Kyle. He parried effortlessly.
"Whoa. You've grown a lot since I last saw you. When'd you learn swordplay like that?"
Parrying while chatting casually—he had that much leisure. It boiled my blood. I was swinging seriously.
"......Learned it by chance from a mercenary."
"Not bad, but your proficiency's lacking. Recent acquisition?"
"......"
I gripped my sword two-handed and swung with all my might, channeling mana into pure power. Kyle blocked it like it was nothing.
That's the fatal flaw of power-focused swordplay: useless against someone stronger.
"That one had some weight. But you left huge openings on the swing. Real combat? You'd eat a counter."
We pulled back. The calm fight hit a lull.
"I know. I was baiting your counter, bro."
"Oh, really?"
Lie. Just swung in anger. Knew he wouldn't counter anyway.
"......Kyle hyung. Fight for real."
"I am."
"Heard rumors you're using some fancy new style. That's your true skill, right? Show it."
"That's..."
"If you're going easy 'cause I'm your brother, cut it out. Swordsmen speak with swords—you've been talking with your mouth."
I stared Kyle down.
He realized something, his face turning dead serious.
"Sorry. First time sparring seriously with my weak-bodied little bro—got carried away. Full throttle from now."
Kyle's aura shifted.
He held his sword vertically at his center. His breathing slowed dramatically. Pressure hit me like never before.
'...No openings.'
Should be full of gaps, but none visible. Paradoxical.
'Yuria would've spotted them instantly.'
What looked like gaps to me screamed traps.
I'd analyzed Plum Blossom Swordsmanship via Kyle's data from the ancient relic 'Warrior Training Ground Kartman.' Even with Yuria. It's no invincible art.
"Huuuuh."
Kyle exhaled long, then moved. His footwork was flashy—ignore it. Spar, he'll come straight.
I swung vertically at him. His blade deflected mine sideways. Residual images blurred his sword. I backstepped, dodging.
'Illusion Sword messing with me. That's Phantom Sword, huh?'
Looks silly from afar, terrifying up close.
'With sword aura, it'd bloom plum blossoms.'
True essence kicks in with blossoms. These shadows? Appetizer.
No power, no skill? Speed it is.
'Moment.'
I flanked Kyle, slashing. His sword lagged.
'Got it... wait, what?'
Slow blade suddenly flicked mine away.
'Damn Phantom Sword! Speed's unpredictable!'
Yuria and I prepped a counter needing Eternal Heaven Style—unusable now.
"Damn fast. Mercenary teach you that too?"
"...Yeah."
No dragging this out. One Moment fails? Chain 'em.
'Moment.'
Blitzed his back first. He reacted sharply, spinning—sword trailed phantoms.
'Moment.'
Back again, slash. His sword rewinded time-like, blocking.
'Moment.'
Dropped sword mid-swing, dove in for a roundhouse. His eyes flickered—surprise. But he wrist-blocked.
'Moment.'
Snagged falling sword en route, thrust at his chest guard.
Kyle stayed cool, handle-blocking. I retreated fast.
'...Can't win.'
No excuses like 'if I'd used Thunderbolt or Eternal Heaven.' He held back aura too.
As I opened to concede—
"Enough. Match over."
Floy intervened. Thank god—no saying "I lost."
"Yujin. You okay? Body holding up?"
"......Fine. Heart condition's way better than before."
"Yeah, your color's good."
Floy approached.
"Both did well."
"Professor Floy. Evaluation?"
I asked.
"Both A's."
Kyle nodded calmly. Me? Only here three months—grade irrelevant.
A's top-tier for academy students.
Calibrated to them, so I got A despite loss. Top 1% by their standards.
We bowed to Floy and left the arena.
"Yujin. Wanna hit the city later? Heard there's a killer restaurant. Bring Yuria and the maids."
Kyle suggested. I smiled awkwardly, feigning regret.
"Sorry, hyung. Student council stuff—can't."
"Oh right. You're in the council now."
"Gonna sort the warehouse with treasurer Nella. Tied up."
"Plans are plans... Yuria and maids?"
"Hyung. You, my maids, city outing? Kinda weird, no?"
"I-I guess? Don't care usually... yeah, weird."
"Next time, city together. I'm off to council."
"Cool. Next time for sure."
I parted with Kyle, heading to student council, lost in thought.
'How to use sword aura? Dump all stats in mana?'
No feel for it.
???
Warehouse near student council room.
I lay naked on a haphazard mattress on the floor.
"Haahk! Haaang! Ahng!"
Treasurer Nella shook her dark green bob, riding my waist—bouncing up and down. My hard cock plunged in and out of her pussy.
Her saggy B-cups jiggled wildly with her motion.
Fucked Nella recently. Alone, Lucky Pervert Charm turned steamy—nailed her.
"Sunbae. How's it feel? Haoot!"
"Feels good. You do this with your boyfriend?"
She gripped my knees, grinding front-back slow. Innocent face, total slut inside.
"As if... Cobalt Kingdom obsesses over chastity, you know."
Her BF's third-year swordsmanship guy. Childhood friend next door.
"Looking at you, hard to buy."
"You're the one who made me this way, sunbae. Never knew sex felt this good. Haaahng. Move a bit."
I bucked my hips lightly at her request.
"Kissed your BF?"
"Pecks, yeah. Ahng."
As I neared climax, she slammed down. Glans thumped hard.
"Haaaah... G-gonna... get pregnant..."
"Contraception spell exists, liar."
"Ahh... Your cum's too thick and plentiful—spell won't hold."
"Lame joke."
"And if pregnant, it'll be Jerry's seed."
"Your BF's name? Still sounds rat-like. Dick tiny too?"
"......"
"No answer? For real?"
"Saw it once by accident... pretty small. Haang."
She rose. White cum dribbled from the crimson slit under green bush.
"More importantly, sunbae. Gunning for president?"
"Caught me?"
"Knew your real personality—obvious what you're after."
"Help me out then. President's a fortress."
"Arhen Ducal House eldest daughter. For real?"
"Obviously. That noble pussy's mine. You'll help, right? Friends."
"......Sex friends. If I can, sure."
"For real?"
She smirked darkly. Unimaginable for usual her.
"President's got it all—beauty, body, lineage, magic and sword talent. Envied her a bit."
A bit? Doubt it.
"Wanna see that perfect prez squealing like a sow under you."
"Oh. Me too."
She flopped beside me.
"Your turn to move. Bore me, no deal."
"Wanna squeal like a sow first? Your wish."
I grinned, grabbing her pale ass.