Chapter 418
Chapter 418
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Translator: uly
Chapter: 418
Chapter Title: Reborn as the Plum Blossom Sword Master in a Count's Family
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A single galleon set sail to subjugate the pirates.
I gazed at the receding port from atop the galleon. Dozens of territory residents had gathered at the harbor to see me off—not out of fondness, but to avoid any future accusations of disloyalty.
A salty sea breeze blew into my mouth and nose. It wasn't a pleasant sensation.
This ship carried twenty conscripted soldiers, thirteen maids from the AM unit, their head maid Yuria, and me—thirty-five in total.
The soldiers were gripped by fear. Taking down pirates with just thirty-five people was impossible by any common sense.
I left the soldiers to their own devices. Explaining things to them felt like too much hassle. And I wasn't expecting any real contribution from them anyway. I'd only brought them along for appearances' sake.
I glanced over at Yuria and the maids.
Yuria was piloting a drone to scout for nearby pirates, while the maids were cleaning the ship. For the record, this was an expensive used vessel we'd bought.
"You look bored, Master."
Melissa approached me, mop in hand.
"Bored as it looks. Nothing but endless ocean in sight. You seem to be enjoying yourself, though?"
"The mansion is comfortable, but outings like this are a nice change of pace now and then. Sailing the seas is a rare experience, too. Most of the maids are probably as excited as I am. Even if the purpose is pirate extermination."
My hand naturally wrapped around her waist. It felt firm and toned. I slid my palm up and down, then let it drift lower to her ass.
Melissa didn't resist, of course. But a troubled expression crossed her face.
"The soldiers are watching. If you want my body, how about we head down to the cabin?"
Sure enough, a few soldiers were eyeing us. But I didn't let go—instead, I gripped her ass firmly.
"Ngh…."
"It's fine. Those soldiers are already under control."
I'd handpicked ones who knew how to keep their mouths shut. Even if rumors leaked later, it wouldn't matter. By then, I'd be ruling this country. Anyone who spoke carelessly would pay the price.
"Mm…. You seem so bored, Master, so let me tell you something interesting."
My other hand had slipped under her top, kneading her ample breasts. Her nipples, caught between my fingers, were perky and fun to toy with.
"You know it takes more than just any story to pique my interest, right?"
"It's about a woman. A beauty, no less."
"Now that's intriguing."
I pulled Melissa into an embrace. She pretended to resist before melting into my arms.
Her scent was infinitely better than the stink of the sea.
"Do you know about the Pirate Coalition, Master?"
I did. The original story had a pirate-related episode, and the coalition was mentioned there. Naturally, it ended with the protagonist's victory, like everything else.
"I know of them. The enemies we're facing are part of that coalition, right? What's your point?"
"There's a rising star in the coalition lately. The Red Flying Fish Pirates."
"Red Flying Fish? Weird name, at least."
With one hand, I hiked up Melissa's skirt. Her leather boots hugged part of her calves, and her thighs gleamed so white they seemed to glow. Above them sat a sexy black panty.
"How embarrassing."
"Liar. With the soldiers watching, doesn't it excite you more? You think I don't know about your exhibitionist streak?"
"Hng."
Melissa let out a lewd chuckle through her nose.
My fingers hooked the edge of her panties and pulled them aside. Her pretty pussy was just starting to get wet. I stroked the dark pubic hair once, then began properly teasing her folds.
"Haa…. The Red Flying Fish Pirates have hit over twenty merchant caravans in less than three months. Hah…."
"That's impressive."
I swirled my index and middle fingers inside her pussy, lost in thought.
Red Flying Fish Pirates.
They weren't in the original story. Which meant one of two things: they were a new group spawned by my interference, or they'd been wiped out before the pirate episode years from now.
'The nail that sticks out gets hammered down. Get too cocky, and you make too many enemies.'
Sounded like that was their fate.
"Merchants grind their teeth at the mere mention of the Red Flying Fish Pirates."
"Not quite. Unlike other pirates, they don't pillage indiscriminately—they take a set amount and withdraw. The actual losses aren't that severe, so no one's mounting a full extermination effort."
"Smart pirates, calculating profit and loss. But you said it was about a woman? Did the Red Flying Fish Pirates kidnap some noble lady?"
"Well… hng!"
My fingers scraped her G-spot. She climaxed, her hands clutching my shirt as her body shuddered. Her love juices trickled down her smooth thighs.
I licked her nape, unzipped my pants, and pressed my cock against her pussy. Thanks to her long skirt, it wouldn't be visible from behind.
My cock plunged inside. Squish!
Hot, wet, and tight. As I thrust, her labia seemed to stroke me.
"Aaah…. Ah…. The Red Flying Fish Pirates' captain… is a woman. A stunning redhead, from what the rumors say. Hnng!"
"Oh? Now that's a story worth hearing."
Squish, squish.
I hugged Melissa tight and started pounding her. The watching soldiers looked uncertain, but the maids just carried on with their tasks, as if to say, Of course.
Squish, squish, squish!
Yuria approached. She supported Melissa's head—tilted back from the thrusts—with one hand and reported to me.
"Master. We've spotted the pirate ship. At this rate, we'll encounter them in about twenty minutes."
"Got it. Anything else noteworthy?"
"They seem to have captured a merchant vessel."
I gripped Melissa's waist with both hands. My cock buried deep inside her.
"Hnnngh!"
My cock throbbed, spilling semen. Her body writhed in sync with my thrusts.
A satisfying ejaculation. I pulled out, and cum leaked from her pussy. Melissa, dazed, staggered to the railing and steadied herself—perfectly positioned to block Yuria and me from view. Intentional or not, it was spot-on.
"I'll clean up."
Yuria knelt, bringing her lips to my cum-drenched cock. Her scarlet tongue worked it clean. I grabbed her head.
Reading my intent, she opened wide and took my cock, swallowing until it hit the back of her throat.
She deepthroated me to the hilt. My pubic hair brushed her lips and nose.
Her throat contracted and expanded, squeezing my cock. It felt better than most pussies.
"Slurp. Schluuurp."
She began fellating me in earnest.
I breathed softly, savoring Yuria's mouth-pussy. Climax built quickly, and I didn't hold back. Her throat clenched tight until I finished. Once done, she sucked out the remnants from my urethra and wiped me down meticulously with a handkerchief.
"Ah, I can't hold back. Yuria. Melissa. Down to the cabin right—wait. Oh, right. The pirates are coming."
A pirate ship appeared in the distance, towing a captured merchant vessel behind it.
The pirate flag on the mast bore a barrel and skull.
"That's a big pirate ship. Famous ones?"
Yuria answered dutifully.
"The Morgan Pirates. They have some influence within the Pirate Coalition."
"Brings back memories. I wrecked a pirate crew once before."
I drew my sword from my inventory.
"You don't need to handle this yourself, Master. I can take care of it."
"It's been a while. I feel like stretching my legs."
I climbed onto the railing.
The soldiers and AM maids rushed to arm themselves at the sight of the pirate ship. Swords for the soldiers, rifles for the maids.
The Morgan Pirates approached fearlessly.
A fat, hooked-nose man in a black coat draped over his shoulders bellowed at me.
"Kyahahaha! Brat! You the captain of that ship?! Maids, huh? Must be some noble! I'm Morgan, and I fear no nobles! Kneel, hand over your gold and beauties, and I'll spare your life! Kyahaha!"
"Captain! More than one babe there! Snag 'em all!"
"Party time! Party!"
The excited pirates raised their weapons skyward. Over eighty of them—more than twice our number. They were pumped, thinking victory assured.
"Daring to eye my women…. I'll remember every filthy word you lot just spewed. You, Morgan? It's not too late. Surrender everything to me, and I'll grant you a clean death out of mercy."
"Big talk from a whelp! Loot 'em!!!"
Morgan raised his sword, and the pirates charged the galleon. One fell into the sea mid-leap, but no one cared.
"Yuria. Don't kill the ones who spewed that nonsense earlier."
"Yes."
"Melissa. Back me up."
"Got it."
I channeled aura into my sword, slicing an oncoming pirate clean in half at the waist, then leaped aboard their ship.
Melissa snatched a pirate's sword, infused it with aura, and followed.
Bang! Bang-bang-bang!
Gunfire rang out. Sword-wielding pirates were helpless against rifles.
"Captain! These bastards are aura experts! And those bitches have weird weapons! Artifacts, maybe!"
"I know that!"
"Twenty dead already! Something's wrong!"
"Damn it, I said I know!"
It didn't take long for panic to set in among the pirates.
I cut through them toward Captain Morgan. He gritted his teeth and swung at me, blue aura rippling along his blade.
"Brat! Think you're hot shit 'cause you can use aura?! I'll teach you the world ain't that easy!"
"Nice bluff. I can see your legs shaking."
"My legs are shaking from the booze!"
Underestimate a pirate captain, and you're done. Even if he survived, looking weak could spark a mutiny—crew tossing him overboard. Aura expert or not.
Clang! Clang!
Sparks flew as our blades met. Chips flew from Morgan's sword. Quality difference—mine was dwarf-forged; his was flashy junk.
I knocked his sword aside and slashed his shoulder. Minor wound, just bleeding.
"Grgh! You lot! What're you doing?! Attack him!"
His nearby minions were pinned by Melissa, who beheaded any who got close.
"Useless trash…!"
Morgan charged desperately, wildly.
I parried leisurely. When his breathing faltered, I feinted a swing and kicked his protruding gut.
"Gahack!"
He flew back, tumbling noisily across the deck.
As he tried to rise, I dashed over and stomped his head. He went out cold; his sword skidded away.
I scanned around. The pirates, terrified, couldn't even aim at me.
"Saw that end? Drop your weapons and kneel! You pirate scum!"