Chapter 240
Chapter 240
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Translator: uly
Chapter: 240
Chapter Title: Reborn in a Count's Family as the Plum Blossom Sword Guard
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I watched Arhen's life story and felt deeply satisfied.
Arhen had fought in countless battles, and by observing and sensing his combats, I gleaned much knowledge.
'My own level is too low, so I couldn't understand most of it, though.'
For instance, when Arhen formed his aura blade. I grasped none of it. Even though it felt viscerally intuitive.
"…Already thirty hours have passed. Can you hold out?"
Priscilla asked me.
"It's a bit tough, but I'm fine."
My body isn't entirely ordinary either. And I have my trump card: Complete Recovery.
We pressed on through the dream world in search of its exit until we spotted a pristine white building.
"A building I've never seen before. Is it in your memories?"
"Uh, well… I'm not sure. Did I ever see a building like that…?"
"Looks like a memory you've forgotten. Human recall is frail by nature. It might come back with time."
"Uh… Are you going inside? We don't know what's in there—could be dangerous, right?"
"The exit might be in there. We have to check."
Priscilla pushed open the door and stepped inside. I hurried after her into the building.
Bang!
The door slammed shut automatically the moment we entered.
The interior was blindingly white. No windows, no furniture. The ceiling itself glowed, bathing the space in light.
Priscilla scanned the surroundings, then frowned at the inscription carved into one wall.
"…Absurd."
Priscilla whirled around and reached for the sealed door, only to freeze. There was no doorknob.
"……."
Priscilla balled her fist. Then she unleashed it toward the door—a dragon's might that could pulverize rock in a single blow or rend steel apart.
Kwaaaaang!
Yet the door merely boomed without budging an inch.
Priscilla's eyebrow twitched. She widened her stance slightly, rooting her lower body firmly, and swung in earnest.
Kwaaaaaang!
I eyed the outcome while watching her enormous breasts heave and sway. The door stood unscathed.
'This building is utterly indestructible. That's how I envisioned it.'
In the dream world, I wield omnipotence. I can't puppeteer Priscilla at will, but I can shape the circumstances to my desire.
'I could conjure a dragon-slaying sword or binding chains to restrain and ravish her… but where's the fun in that?'
More importantly, I must consider life after escaping this realm. Slaying Priscilla invites future troubles, while restraint terrifies me given her power.
'No choice but to craft an inescapable scenario.'
Kwaang! Bang! Kwakwakwang!
Priscilla hammered the door, walls, ceiling, and floor relentlessly. Yet the structure remained flawless, without a single mark. In the end, she relented first.
"Eugene Prucker. Explain this building."
She glared at me as she demanded.
"Well…."
"Still drawing a blank?"
"No, it came back to me… It's one chamber from a dungeon in my past-life world."
"A dungeon… Not like the ones I know."
"Different world, after all. That dungeon was crafted by the God of Abundance. Gods meddled directly in my old world."
"A god… So that's why even my strength couldn't shatter it."
The bluff landed.
This was precisely why I'd confessed to Priscilla that I was a reincarnator. Another fabrication, naturally.
'Truth sans evidence is tough to swallow, but lies with backing go down easy.'
Priscilla harbored no suspicions toward me. At this point, the scheme was all but victorious.
"The way out is to have sex, just as it says."
"…You mean you and I must perform that act?"
"Far as I recall, it's the only option. Though in this dream world, waiting might make the building vanish."
"……."
Priscilla crossed her arms and leaned against the wall. Evidently, she planned to bide her time until it faded.
I flopped onto the floor.
'Vanish? In your dreams. Dragon pussy is within reach! Heh heh heh.'
My cock was already stirring.
"…But something's off."
"Pardon? What's that?"
"That wall inscription. Why's it in continental common tongue? Ought to be your world's script, no?"
Thud.
The sound of my heart plummeting.
She'd pierced an unforeseen loophole.
"Be-because I've grown more accustomed to the current common language than my past life's?"
"Not impossible… but peculiar all the same."
"……."
Damn. Game over here?
Thankfully, contrary to my dread, Priscilla didn't suspect a thing.
'Of course. Even she can't discern that this world bends to my whims.'
Priscilla can't manifest her imaginings here like I can. Had she been able, she never would've dredged up those Arhen-related memories for me.
Odd, too, that this mighty dragon hadn't twigged to her own imaginative prowess after dozens of hours.
'But why only me? Her memories manifest, yet mine don't.'
Because I'm from another world? Nothing else fits.
'Dream demon botched the power? Or… Mental Resistance?'
Idling bred stray thoughts.
"…Eugene Prucker."
Priscilla approached from the wall. Her breasts jiggled artfully with each step.
I rose to my feet.
"Yes, Lady Priscilla."
Thirty minutes since entering. I'd awaited her advance.
'Priscilla's a rational dragon.'
She prizes intellect over instinct—a fact clear from mere observation.
"Sex will unlock the door, correct?"
Priscilla deems sex base but doesn't scorn it. She recognizes it as primal biology. When Arhen bedded Jura, she neither condemned nor flushed.
"If this matches the chamber I remember… likely so."
"Sex lasts fifteen minutes tops, yes?"
"No way… You mean to have sex with me, Lady Priscilla?"
"Most efficient use of time. Lingering won't dissolve the building."
"Killing me might open it, no?"
"Might not. Your death precludes the attempt. We'd be trapped to starve."
Priscilla remained impassive—no eagerness, no aversion.
"Lady Priscilla, you're fine bedding the likes of me?"
"Humans and elves alone imbue copulation with import. Time wastes. Proceed."
Priscilla splayed her arms and legs before me. Utterly shameless. Rejecting her now? I'd be no man, but a gelding.
I triggered Sensitivity Amplification and grasped her massive breasts. My fingers sank into their yielding, plush warmth.
"Must you grope breasts for sex?"
"Foreplay's essential for seamless coupling. Unaware?"
"…I'm no human. Shove your cock in mine directly; it'll serve."
"Behold my dick. Scarce erect."
I'd fiercely suppressed my hard-on. Sex expertise granted some control. Temporary, though—if true lust hit, willpower yielded.
"Your pussy's dry too, Lady Priscilla. Proper sex demands wetness. Shall we half-ass it?"
"…You know sex well."
"Little else, but sex? Expert."
"Daily romps explain it."
"Pardon? H-how do you know that, Lady Priscilla?"
"My senses eclipse your fantasies. I see unbidden. And… your temperament? Those maids untouched? Unlikely."
"…Guilty. Daily maid conquests. Trust my sex guidance, then."
"Very well."
I lavished her nipples for a solid thirty seconds to stiffen them. Despite Sensitivity Amplification.
'Thirty seconds… Her dull senses?'
After kneading those vast tits, my hand delved to her pussy. Silken, utterly hairless beneath my palm.
'…Bone dry.'
I assaulted her slit full-tilt, fixating on her tiny clit. Erogenous Zone Detection overlooked it, but clit's primacy endures.
Finger slipped in for trial. Hymen met it. A dragon millennia-old—virgin!
'Virgin dragon!'
Two minutes of max effort: still parched.
'Insane! Under amplification!'
Others would've flooded, begging my cock.
"Progress? Insertion imminent?"
"…Lady Priscilla. Pussy's unwet… Insensate down there?"
"Nonsense. Sensations register fine. My form faulty, you think?"
"Typically, this yields moisture. Yours? Identical to start."
"We dragons lack breeding urge… lust."
"Viable for lifeforms?"
"Equate us not with base beasts. Dragons are perfection incarnate."
"Apologies. Lustless, yet mating occurs?"
"True form sans polymorph? Dragons don't mate. Can't."
"Pardon?"
"Dragons are asexual."
"…You're female, no?"
"My psyche skews feminine; polymorph follows."
Memory flickered: reptiles sexed by temp, environs.
"Dragons reproduce how, then?"
"Draconic tongue and magic: internal seeding."
"……."
Comprehension? Abandoned. Nor craved.
"Lady Priscilla. Lie on the floor."
"Done."
I seized her legs, spread wide, head dipping to her slit.
"Rationale for oral?"
"Seamless sex."
Tongue lashed and sucked five minutes. At last: one droplet. Insertion primed.
"Curious."
"Ma'am?"
"Belly itches, core heats. Normal?"
"Yes. Prep complete."
Thumbs parted her petite lips. Aperture eyed my girth dubiously; glans nudged.
"Inserting!"
"…Ngh."
One thrust shredded her maidenhead. Blood welled, pooling.
"Lady Priscilla. How's it feel?"
"Slight pain."
"…Merely that?"
"What else? Finish swiftly."
Sensitivity Amplification faltered too.
Ego bruised.
'…No zones? Admitted. But human flesh insensate? Absurd. Sans zones, tender spots persist.'
Waist rocked slow; hands roamed. Breasts? Checked. Flanks? No. Thighs, pits? Nay. Soles? Null.
'Jackpot!'
Neck touch: massive shudder. Vital spot?
'Psychosomatic, perhaps.'
Key: neck hypersensitive versus rest.
"Lady Priscilla. Perfect-sex method dawned."
"Perfect sex?"
"Yes. Why not flawless? Requires your consent, though…."
"Intrigued by your 'perfect.' Proceed."
"No regrets."
My hands encircled her slender throat.