Chapter 227
Chapter 227
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Translator: uly
Chapter: 227
Chapter Title: Reincarnated as the Plum Blossom Sword Master in a Count's Family
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"I'm disappointed, President. To think the eldest daughter of the Arhen Ducal Family... is such a filthy pervert..."
Melissa collapsed to the floor.
Despair filled Melissa's face. Her affiliation was the Cobalt Kingdom, which prized chastity and purity—and not just any part of it, but the prestigious Arhen Ducal House.
If the footage in Nella's hand got out, she would face scorn from nobles and commoners alike. Her family would disown her.
She would lose her title as lady of the house and be stripped of all the privileges she had enjoyed. She might be forced into a convent or sold off as a wife to some lowborn noble. In the absolute worst case, her life would end on the streets as a whore.
"Ah, no...!"
Melissa propped herself up on her trembling knees and staggered toward Nella, hand outstretched. Mana stirred faintly from her body.
Snatch that crystal orb before the worst happens.
Even in her panic, she had zeroed in on the optimal choice and moved to execute it. That much deserved respect.
But...
"Hng. Trying to take this from me? But President, you think I'd only have the one?"
"Ah..."
Melissa's movement halted abruptly.
"These recording orbs aren't one-of-a-kind. You think I'd be dumb enough not to prepare backups? And even if you killed me, you couldn't stop them from spreading. I've got everything set."
"Wh-what preparations...?"
"Why would I tell you that, President? Use your head. That thing on your neck isn't just for show, right?"
"......"
Melissa slumped back down. Her pale face trembled helplessly, lost for what to do. Despite her tough looks and attitude, her mental fortitude was surprisingly fragile—like a flower grown in a greenhouse.
"But... you're awfully bold. Daring to try snatching this from me? I was just gonna give you a light scare today... but no. Both of you, strip."
"Strip...?"
"Exactly that. Take off your clothes and kneel naked before me. Socks, shoes—everything. Don't want to? Fine. This footage goes academy-wide. Senior, you're a foreign noble, but your reputation hits rock bottom."
I bowed my head, body trembling faintly in feigned defeat as I watched Melissa, then asked Nella in a grave tone.
"......Me too?"
"Joint liability. You two are lovers who hug naked and kiss in the dorm lounge, aren't you? Come on. Strip and kneel."
"......"
"......"
Silence hung heavy. Nella's gaze and mine fixed solely on Melissa. The whole setup was designed to break her.
"...Fine. I'll strip. But can you spare the president?"
"No."
Nella shook her head firmly. Her neat black-green bob swayed.
"You've known the president forever. Tell me to lick your feet, I will. Bow my head? Done. Can't that be enough?"
"I said no. Sure, we've known each other a while... but I've never liked her. Opposite, actually. She's got everything, yet pretends to be all nice? Know what students call her behind her back? 'The bitch who rode her family's prestige to president.' Spot on, really."
Melissa flinched. Nella's venomous words hammered her psyche without mercy.
She had to be reeling from the betrayal right now.
"And you're the student council treasurer."
"Only for the grades. Not 'cause I like student council."
She answered my question, then suddenly scowled.
"...Ugh, seriously! No more pointless questions. Won't strip? Then I'm out—spreading word of you two to the whole world!"
Nella stood. I feigned shock and blurted urgently.
"Okay! I'll do it your way! Just sit back down!"
"...Hah. This once. Hurry up and kneel naked before me."
Swish swish swish.
I deliberately rustled my uniform as I stripped. Being naked didn't embarrass me. I'm the guy who could strut buck-naked through the city. Besides, Nella and I had tumbled nude plenty of times already.
"Oh. Senior's got a killer body—swordsmanship department for sure."
"......"
"But why's the president still dressed? My words not sinking in?"
Nella snapped sharply at Melissa.
"......Th-that."
Melissa flinched and hesitated.
"...Ah, 'cause of senior? You hug naked, but now shy? Mocking me?!"
Nella raised her voice, and Melissa shook her head.
"Ah, no. I'll do as you say..."
Melissa's trembling hands peeled off her clothes, layer by layer, agonizingly slow. By the time she undid her blouse buttons, I'd kicked off my shoes and stood fully nude.
"Heh... Senior's packing huge. President must love getting impaled on that. Hold there. Wanna see you both kneel together."
"...Kuh."
I let out a frustrated grunt. Naturally. My eyes were glued to Melissa undressing.
She shed her blouse and bra, breasts spilling out with a jiggle. So massive, even from behind, they peeked out.
My cock throbbed. A whole different thrill.
"Wow... Knew president's tits were big, but this big? Insane bare. Male students dying to suck those."
"......Hng."
"Gonna cry? All that tough act... President, no tears. Irritating."
Melissa ditched her skirt for shoes and socks first. Skirt and panties? Major hesitation.
"Stand and drop the skirt and panties."
"......Got it."
"Hm. Casual talk rubs me wrong. I'm polite—you be too. '-Nim' when addressing me. Clear?"
"...Yes. Understood."
I replied. My gaze, of course, locked on Melissa rising. Dying to maul those jiggling monsters with both hands.
Thud.
Her skirt hit the floor.
"Oh my, plain panties for a duke's daughter?"
"......"
Melissa gripped her panties, paused... then slid them down. From my angle, just her round ass.
"Hmm. Commoner pussy versus noble pussy—let's compare."
Sitting Nella hiked one leg, yanked off her sky-blue panties in a flash, tossed them aside, and stood. She brazenly bared her dark green bush and vivid crimson slit, no hands covering.
"President's looks high-class. Spread your legs some, President."
"......"
"Haa."
Nella sighed sharply at the silence, hand whipping out.
Slap!
Melissa's head snapped sideways, body twisting.
I gaped slightly in mock shock. Full-force slap? Unexpected.
Pent-up grudge? ...Nah, Melissa's personality—no student council stress. Just a sadistic bitch.
Nella's lip curled faintly. She was loving this.
"Spread 'em already."
"......Hng."
A single tear trailed Melissa's cheek. She finally parted her legs as ordered.
Slap!
Nella slapped the other cheek.
"President. Answer me. Am I a joke?"
"...No, you're not..."
"Don't want more? Answer properly next time."
"...Yes."
Melissa spread shoulder-width. Nella dropped to her knees, nose inches from the pussy.
"Paler than mine... prettier shape. Nobles gonna noble."
Tap!
"Kuuk...!"
Nella palm-tapped the slit and reclaimed her seat, crossing legs casually—pussy peeking between thighs.
"What're you two waiting for? Front and center, kneel."
I obeyed, kneeling before her. Dissatisfied, Nella frowned.
"Said together, remember? President's not even close. Senior, redo."
I rose. Nella smirked at my rigid cock.
Step step.
Melissa took position beside me. I snuck a glance—those massive tits and flawless curves still made me swallow hard.
I knelt slowly first; Melissa followed suit.
Nella shuddered, eyes gleaming with ecstasy.
"Ah... Noble senior and president, naked on knees before me... Feels so good. Pussy's soaked."
She uncrossed, skirt hiking to reveal glistening crimson folds.
"Fuck."
"Pardon?"
I blinked in feigned confusion.
"Fuck, I said. You must've already. Do your usual right here. Curious how nobles screw all elegant."
"......Nella-nim. We've never had sex."
"Pulling my leg? Buy that?"
"Truth! Why lie over this?"
"......President. Speak. Never fucked? Still virgin?"
Melissa nibbled her lip, then answered.
"Yes. Virgin..."
"Hmph. Words prove nothing. Lie back, spread. I'll verify."
"Pardon?"
"Lie down!"
Nella foot-pushed Melissa's chest. I caught her falling head.
"Legs apart."
"......Hng."
Melissa squeezed her eyes shut and complied—faster this time. Accepting her place, somewhat.
"Tch. Wider! ...There. Senior, straddle her face. Suck tits or balls."
"Pardon?"
"No questions! Why so dense?!"
Slap!
Nella cracked my cheek. Smarted fierce. Sharp palm.
I pretended to waver, then straddled Melissa's head—her reddened cheeks framing my thighs. Her view: cock, balls, asshole in full glory.
"Hurry it!"
Slap!
Another to my cheek.
"......Yu-jin. It's fine. Sit."
"Sorry, President."
I hovered hesitantly, then squatted slow over her face.
Nella stared, baffled. Probably my evil grin.
Her pert nose nudged my asshole; soft lips brushed my balls.
"President! Suck! Lover's balls—properly!"
Melissa parted lips, sucking sloppily. Felt good, but half-hearted. I signaled Nella.
She fisted and slammed Melissa's gut.
"Kuhup?!"
"Suck right!"
Melissa amped up, cheeks hollowing deep.
"Senior, grope those tits already?"
"......Yes."
One beat late, hands extended—as if reluctant.
I mauled like liquid flesh, crushing as if to burst, yanking nipples upward.
"Time to inspect president's pussy."
Nella pinned thighs, face to groin.
"Oh, President. Wet already. Balls that tasty?"
Hoo.
Breath on slit—Melissa twitched.
Nella pinched labia wide, peering deep.
"Hymen... intact! Real virgin! Credit for not lying."
Nella's fingers delved into Melissa's pussy.