Chapter 339
Chapter 339
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Translator: uly
Chapter: 339
Chapter Title: Reincarnated as the Plum Blossom Sword Guard in a Count's Family
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〈 Chapter 339 〉 Reincarnated as the Plum Blossom Sword Guard in a Count's Family
Reincarnated as the Plum Blossom Sword Guard in a Count's Family
I sat down at the desk in my study for the first time in ages. If my memory served me right, it had been nearly two weeks.
'No need to sit in the study. Yuria and the maids handle everything for the estate and the territory.'
All I do is set the direction for the future. I don't sweat the small stuff. That's the job of the lord.
A few documents sat on the desk, and I was reviewing them. These had already passed through Yuria's hands and been neatly organized for my convenience.
"Hmm..."
The contents fell into three main categories.
The first was a membership proposal from the Cozline Merchant Guild.
A merchant guild is a group formed by multiple merchants banding together. Think of it as a step above a trading company. Sometimes, trading companies themselves form guilds.
The Cozline Guild represents the Kingdom of Rapelli, where I reside—it's a massive powerhouse intertwined with trading firms, nobles, and the Magic Tower. There's even a joke that if Cozline falls, so does Rapelli.
'Has Koria Trading Company grown enough to get an invite from Cozline? Though we've halted aggressive expansion since a month ago...'
Unable to return to the modern world right now, supply issues made it hard to keep providing goods, so I shifted Koria's strategy. We stopped the cheap sales, jacked up prices, and went limited edition.
'I figured we'd take a loss, but surprisingly, it hooked people. Reputation's even improved.'
Poor commoners grumbled about Koria, but wealthy commoners and nobles loved the pivot.
'No choice but to join. Cozline isn't just the Magic Tower and nobles—the royal family of Rapelli's involved too.'
To do business freely in Rapelli, picking a fight with Cozline is unwise. If I were the real power here, maybe, but I'm just a baron with a backwater fief.
'Next... intel on House Helbritt.'
I'd quietly gathered info on House Helbritt, Yuria's target for revenge. Avoiding info guilds delayed things quite a bit.
'Guild intel's reliable, but people aren't.'
Prime Minister Duke Makellos Helbritt and his house were doomed. No way those fools could fend off an Aura Master and Archmage like Yuria's assassination.
'He's the second most powerful man after the king. Gotta be stealthy and cautious to maximize gains.'
The dilemma was how to profit. A border baron like me couldn't snag their lands or subjects—the crown would claim those.
'...Ugh. Annoying. Screw the aftermath, just kill 'em?'
I shook my head. No. Play it smart. Sloppy out of frustration won't cut it.
'Goal's to become Count Prucker and a real power in the kingdom. Need gains from Helbritt's fall for that.'
Thoughts churned, but nothing brilliant surfaced. No point forcing it, so I moved to the last document.
'King Coolcallis Rapelli's 60th birthday banquet.'
60 years old.
Sixtieth birthday.
By this world's standards, that's a full, blessed lifespan. Non-mana users often died before 60.
'Also marks 30 years on the throne.'
The king's birthday was three months out. Most Rapelli nobles would head to the palace with gifts.
'Even allied nations will send delegations.'
No good reason to skip. Shouldn't anyway.
'Bailing without cause invites royal ire and noble disdain.'
Even busy Count Prucker would attend.
'In the original story, protagonist Kyle got flak from nobles for missing it—he was out of the kingdom.'
Kyle could brush it off, but not me.
'What gift... Ah!'
A spark of genius flashed.
I vetted it. Feasible. Given that guy's personality, highly likely even.
"Perfect! That wraps it up!"
I chucked the documents into the nearby trash bin. Yuria would burn them later, unreadable by anyone.
"Yuria! Yuria!"
I bellowed her name, and not 30 seconds later, the door opened.
"You called, Master."
"You called, Master."
Yuria and Nepia entered. Nepia had started shadowing Yuria today to learn the ropes. Once a full maid, she'd manage the estate when Yuria was away.
I grinned, eyeing their outfits. Per my orders, short maid uniforms—unlike usual.
Tops plunging deep, breasts threatening to spill with any move. Skirts so short the edge of black panties peeked even standing still. Black garter belt stockings that drove men wild.
Nepia matched Yuria's look, but she struck me as cute over sexy.
"Come in. Come in."
I grabbed their arms, pulled them close, and shut the study door.
???
Slurp. Smack.
I lounged in the study chair, receiving Yuria's oral service. Kneeling under the desk, she worked diligently between my legs. A leisurely blowjob, unlike her usual pace.
'Made the space under here spacious for exactly this!'
Nepia sat on the desk facing me. Similar to Yuria but distinct—nearly silver-gray hair, reddish-brown eyes. Together, they screamed sisters.
I triggered Erogenous Zone Detection, reached out, and stripped off Nepia's top.
'Recall Yuria having decent tits at this age... Nepia won't match her bust.'
Blame the resemblance—I compared instinctively. Old memories flooded back. I'd poured everything into training Yuria then.
My palm found Nepia's budding breasts.
"Ah..."
A soft moan escaped Nepia. Her pink nipple, smaller than my pinky, began to swell.
"Nepia. Your nipple's getting hard. Feels good?"
"Y-yes. Feels good, Master..."
Nepia blushed. No plans to take her yet. She could bear children, but hadn't had her coming-of-age rite. That was a year off.
'Can't break the estate rules I set myself.'
Rites vary by region and village—little meaning here. Most worlds deem you adult when fertile, often marrying at the rite.
'How to train her today.'
I was grooming Nepia slowly. She had talent, not Yuria-level, but solid. Early education to bind her to me.
Fingers targeted her nipples, rolling the tiny buds.
"Ah, haah... M-Master..."
Nepia squirmed. Her small hands gripped the desk edge; legs clamped shut. I pried her thighs apart. Unlike Yuria's black panties, hers were white—with a damp spot at the center.
Before slipping a hand under her skirt, I spotted the cheap wire ring on her choker. Bent and woven junk. I'd asked about it before.
'Precious ring from some slave punk named Terius?'
She said he'd come for her wearing it.
I'd dug into Terius privately. Slave to mercenaries now. Considered killing him, but Nepia was mine anyway—no need.
Sold to mercs? Hellish life ahead. Every chore, maybe even raped. Plenty of gays here; rough mercs have raging libidos.
"Nepia. That ring uncomfortable? Hangs on your neck, chafes the skin. Better in a drawer?"
Too big for her finger, hence the necklace.
"It's fine. Feels reassuring on me."
"I could give you a pretty one if you want."
Sudden pause.
Yuria halted mid-slow suck but resumed. I smirked inwardly.
"No! Can't trouble Master like that. And this ring... it's precious to me."
"If you say so..."
I peeled off Nepia's panties. She helpfully lifted her hips.
Silver fuzz crowned her tight slit, glistening transparently.
Fingers parted pink folds, exposing the buried clit.
"Nepia. Your pussy's soaked."
"Your hand feels too good... Ahhhn."
A puff of breath on her slit made her jolt.
I buried my face in her crotch, tongue lapping slowly.
"Ang! M-Master...! Ahhk! It's dirty down there... Haak..."
Nepia flailed, grabbing my head. I kept sucking; soon she crested.
"Ah... Uuh, c-coming... Maaaster...!"
Her cry triggered my release into Yuria's mouth.
Gulp. Gulp.
Yuria swallowed every drop, as always.
"Hold up. Yuria."
"Yes, Master."
"Let Nepia handle cleanup. Wanna check her progress. Yuria, hop on the desk."
"L-leave it to me! Master!"
"Understood."
Yuria perched on the desk, spreading before me. Her black panties dripped untouched. I hooked them aside with a finger.
Rip. Stretch.
Sticky fluids stretched like glue before snapping. I dove between her thighs.
"Aang."
Smack.
Below, sloppy cleaning sounds—not Yuria-skillful, but eager with her small tongue.
I slurped noisily on Yuria's pussy. Nectar flowed endlessly.
"Haa... Master. How's today's taste?"
"Like honey."
"Glad you like it. Haaaang..."
???
I received an unwelcome guest at the estate. No notice, yet he brazenly lounged on the sofa, sipping Yuria's black tea.
Crushed his skull on sight? Tempting, but no—that'd ruin everything, derail my goals.
"Mm. Fine tea-brewing skills. Yuria, was it? Pretty and capable. Come work for me?"
Before Yuria could speak, I cut in.
"Here to poach my maid? Business done—get out."
"Hmph. Got mouthy since we last met, little brother."
"Living by the port dirtied my tongue. You've gotten smug, though, big bro."
"Life's been... eventful."
The sudden visitor.
Jent Prucker, eldest son of House Prucker—and my blood brother in this world.