Chapter 337
Chapter 337
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Translator: uly
Chapter: 337
Chapter Title: Reincarnated as the Plum Blossom Sword Master in the Count's Family
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“……!!”
It was a model shaped exactly like a man's penis.
“Alright. Let's get started~!”
After Fatima called out, she flicked her tongue over the tip of the dildo modeled after Eugene's cock, which she held in her hand.
Soon, the classroom was filled with the sounds of sucking.
Vanessa barely held onto her fraying sanity and approached Fatima.
“F-Fatima. Hold on a second. Fellatio... you don't mean sucking a man's penis, do you?!”
“Yes. Oral sex is called fellatio. You've never done it before, have you, Vanessa?”
Of course not. Her orphanage life had been far from promiscuous. Her knowledge of sex was quite limited.
“……I-I don't know much about it, but isn't this inappropriate to teach to children?”
Glance.
Vanessa looked at the girls sitting on chairs, eagerly sucking on long candies. They were all licking the candies without hesitation, enjoying them. Some flicked their tongues at the tips, while others pursed their lips, hollowed their cheeks, and bobbed their heads back and forth to suck.
'Candies are sweet and tasty, so sucking them makes sense... but sucking them so lewdly.... If that weren't candy...'
Vanessa felt embarrassed.
“It's the opposite. Fellatio is one of the ways to serve the Master, and we're maids who serve the Master. Fellatio is part of a maid's essential skills.”
“…….”
At Fatima's bold words, Vanessa broke out in a cold sweat. Was that what 'a maid's essentials' meant?
“Vanessa. You've never done fellatio before, right? Perfect timing. I'll show you how it's done, so watch closely and remember. It'll help you out.”
Before Vanessa could stop her, Fatima began licking the dildo—identical to Eugene's cock—with exaggerated motions.
She licked the glans clockwise with her tongue, then tapped the slit at the tip with the tip of her tongue. She ran her tongue over the ridge of the glans and down the shaft from top to bottom. Then she opened her mouth wide and took the dildo in.
“Churu-ru-rup. Jju-wup. Churup!”
Deliberately making loud sucking noises, she pushed the dildo even deeper into her mouth—not just her mouth, but down her throat. When it came out again, it was coated in clear, sticky saliva.
“Puha.... Everyone, deepthroat is dangerous, so don't try it alone. I'll teach you properly later. Jju-wup.”
Fatima kept licking the dildo even as she spoke to the children.
Vanessa's face flushed as she watched Fatima. On the surface, Fatima looked like a chaste wife. But right now, she was no different from a seductress.
“When giving fellatio, never forget to look into the Master's eyes. Alright, Vanessa.”
Fatima pulled a new dildo from the drawer and handed it to Vanessa.
“Come here and try it yourself.”
“I-I...'
Vanessa couldn't move rashly. She felt intense shame, and she lacked the confidence to do it like Fatima.
“I know you're not used to it yet since you haven't given yourself to the Master. But you need to get used to it. We're maids who serve the Master first and foremost, before being teachers to these children.”
“Yes...!”
She had no counterargument.
Even if she avoided it here, she'd have to do it eventually.
Vanessa steeled herself and sat in the chair Fatima had used. She flinched. The gazes of about twenty children were fixed on her. She thought she'd be used to children's stares from the orphanage, but experiencing it now felt entirely different.
As Vanessa hesitated with the dildo in hand, Fatima smiled faintly and picked up a remote.
“It's your first time, so it feels awkward, and you don't know what to do. I get it. First, I'll show you a model video, so follow along.”
“A video...?”
What could that be? As Vanessa puzzled over it, the screens on the wall behind her and at the front of the classroom lit up. Fatima deftly operated a laptop nearby.
Two screens—one at the front and one at the back of the classroom—began playing the video.
“It's the Master and the Head Maid!”
“I-I wanna do it with the Master too....”
Vanessa didn't register the children's reactions. Her mouth fell open as she stared at the screen behind her.
On the screen, a stark-naked Eugene sat boldly in an ornate, plush chair. From his crotch rose a cock identical to the dildo in Vanessa's hand.
Click-clack.
Head Maid Yuria approached Eugene with echoing footsteps and knelt. The maid uniform she wore was impeccably clean, without a single wrinkle or stain.
-Excuse me.
Her actions and voice were flawless. She wore a maid outfit, yet she hardly looked like a maid.
Yuria bowed her head forward. She gracefully swept her light blue hair behind her ears, softly closed her eyes, and—like a slave pledging obedience—pressed her pink lips to the tip of Eugene's cock.
Smack.
Then she opened her eyes, stuck out her tongue past her lips, and began slowly licking Eugene's shaft.
“Vanessa. Don't just stare—try following the Head Maid.”
“Y-Yes....”
Snapping to attention at Fatima's urging, Vanessa tremblingly pressed her lips to the tip of the dildo's glans. It was cold, smooth, and firm. No taste.
Jju-wup. Chup.
In the video, Yuria's pace quickened and grew more intense. Proportionally, Eugene's breathing grew heavier.
Vanessa tried imitating Yuria but was struck with a huge shock. Not because fellatio was harder than expected. It was the shock of seeing the noble Head Maid she admired sucking cock without caring that her face was getting ruined.
Even Vanessa, just watching, felt embarrassed by how messy Yuria's face became. Yet, for some reason, Vanessa felt her body heating up.
The scene in the video ended with Eugene ejaculating, and Yuria cleaning his cum-covered cock with her mouth. Vanessa now clearly understood what cleanup fellatio was.
“Good job, Vanessa. You looked a bit strained, but you'll get the hang of it in no time. Now, next up...”
Fatima glanced around and gave a wry smile. All the children were masturbating while watching the screen.
“No helping it. Shall we start happy time? Everyone, take off your clothes. You too, Vanessa.”
“Yes!”
“...Yes?”
The children's response differed from Vanessa's. She didn't know what happy time meant, but she soon found out. Fatima and the now-naked children climbed onto desks and began masturbating.
And the screen changed. Eugene, sitting in the ornate chair, gripped his cock with one hand and began stroking it.
Fatima and the children rubbed their clits with their fingers. No insertion—just clit stimulation.
Unable to just sit idly, Vanessa went with the flow and started masturbating too.
“Ahng.”
“Haa....”
“Haaang.”
As lewd moans filled the air, one of the children called out to Fatima.
“Teacher Fatima! Show us cock-killing!”
The others joined in enthusiastically.
“Show us!”
“Teacher Fatima's cock-killing!”
“Show us!”
Fatima gave an awkward smile and sighed helplessly.
“Fine. But quiet down and behave.”
As Vanessa tilted her head in confusion, Fatima fixed a dildo to the desk and squatted over it.
Fatima clasped her hands behind her head. This naturally exposed her smooth armpits, and her massive G-cup breasts hung down. Having given birth, her nipples were thumb-sized and darkened to brown. For reference, her daughter was the child sitting right in front of her.
Gazing at her daughter, Fatima rocked her hips back and forth. Slight flab on her body made her belly pouch out a bit. Eugene loved her meaty figure, so Fatima deliberately maintained this body shape.
Squelch.
The dildo met her pussy. The tip parted her dangling labia and slipped slightly into her vaginal opening.
“Haa....”
Fatima exhaled, preparing herself.
“Everyone, watch closely. Cock-killing is a skill every proper maid must know!”
With that, Fatima rapidly moved her body up and down.
Squelch-squelch-squelch!
Her intense movements shook the desk like an earthquake. Yet Fatima remained perfectly stable. Without tipping, she balanced flawlessly, repeating squat after squat.
Squelch-squelch! Thud! Splatter!
“Ngghooo! Haa-euk! Ooh!”
At least twice per second.
The dildo was already frothing white with her juices, dripping down the desk.
“Haaa! Oooh! Nggiiit!”
After pistoning furiously for a while, she slammed down hard, convulsed with a lewd expression, then slowly rose. A cupful of pussy juice poured from her gaping hole—stretched to the dildo's shape—onto the desk.
“Haa. Haa.... Got it?”
“Yes!”
The children replied energetically.
“…….”
Vanessa felt her head spinning.
???
Lunchtime.
Vanessa's eyes widened at her portion on the table. Today's lunch was a new dish called samgyetang—a whole chicken in a black bowl.
Yesterday's dinner had chicken too, but the visual impact of samgyetang was greater. Plus, it had herbs inside.
Vanessa looked around. All the maids held black bowls with whole chickens.
'...We're just maids, yet they give us food like this...'
From the orphanage, Vanessa had never eaten a whole chicken alone, let alone eaten her fill regularly. Yet this mansion fed maids abundantly. Yesterday dinner, today's breakfast and lunch—with meat dishes even while the Master was away. Shocking.
“Hey. Vanessa.”
A maid sat before her. Light blue hair—a new face. Her maid outfit was so short her underwear peeked.
“Hello. Um....”
“Kelly. Cleaning maid.”
“Nice to meet you, Kelly.”
“...Yeah. They called you teacher, and you really give off that vibe.”
Vanessa chatted with Kelly over lunch. Info about the mansion spilled from Kelly's mouth: The AM squad trains daily; some maids date each other; there's a day you work naked except shoes. Fascinating and surprising.
Vanessa realized Kelly was being considerate to the newbie.
“Getting training from the Head Maid this afternoon?”
“Yes. As a newbie, I'll train under her daily for a while.”
“Hmm. Since we're getting friendly, want some advice?”
“Advice?”
“Try not to mess up. You're new, so she won't scold you harshly.”
“...Is the Head Maid scary?”
“Nah. She doesn't yell much for mistakes and surprisingly plays along usually. But today's Head Maid might be a bit sharp.”
“She did seem off since dinner yesterday. Is it... that time of the month?”
Women have that once-a-month edgy period.
Kelly shook her head, denying it.
“No. The Head Maid's 'that time' is a mystery. No one knows when but her. Well, maybe the Master does.”
“Then why...?”
“Master's away. She gets a little edgy without him. Probably worries about him. She overprotects him, honestly.”
“I see.”
After lunch, Kelly led her to the third-floor lounge.
Maids were already gathered in groups, relaxing. Some napped on sofas; others were glued to a drama on TV.
What surprised Vanessa was something else.
“Haaaaang!”
“Hngggghhh....!”