Chapter 425
Chapter 425
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Translator: uly
Chapter: 425
Chapter Title: Reborn as the Plum Blossom Swordmaster in the Count's Family
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A week had passed since I started living with the Red Flying Fish Pirates.
During that time, I'd built good relationships with the female pirates. By handing out drinking water, food, and daily necessities, I'd won their hearts.
Though the items came at the price of sex, from their perspective, it was a win. They could relieve their pent-up desires using me while getting food and essentials. Some even came to my room specifically looking for sex.
The female pirates, who had been wary of me at first, now treated me casually and with respect.
To kill time, we played board games on deck.
Pirate Barrel game. The one where you stick toy swords into a barrel, and if the toy pirate pops out, you lose.
The game was a hit. Or rather, it had to be. Life at sea was boring as hell. Plus, these female pirates had never played anything like it before.
Thunk!
The toy pirate shot up and clattered to the deck.
Four female pirates burst into laughter, while one scowled. I just watched quietly with a smile.
"Couldn't you play a little better?"
"Yeah, I told you to go right side."
"Heh, what a loser face."
"Quit yapping. Time for the penalty."
"I know, shut up."
The female pirate jumped up from her seat and started stripping. Even with me watching, she boldly went full nude. Her body was covered in scars from battles.
She plopped back down naked.
"This is just the first round. Let's keep going. I'll have you all stripped soon enough."
The game continued. On the third round, I lost and stripped down. The female pirates openly ogled my body. Naturally, I was checking them out too.
"Feels nice and cool naked. My turn first."
I stabbed the toy sword into the barrel.
"...Damn it."
The female pirate clicked her tongue. As the second loser, she sprang up for her penalty and started dancing. Her arms and legs moved stiffly. Her decent-sized breasts jiggled and bounced every which way.
The surrounding female pirates cracked up. It looked less like dancing and more like a malfunctioning machine.
Then the ship rocked. A massive wave had hit the hull. It was routine, so no one paid it much mind, but the pirate mid-dance lost her balance and tumbled onto the deck.
"Ow, shit..."
Her legs splayed wide open. Beneath her brown pubic hair, her crimson pussy was exposed. It was an asymmetric one with an especially large left labia minora.
My restrained cock throbbed fully erect.
"Can't hold back anymore!"
I lunged at the female pirate. I groped her breasts while rubbing my cock against her pussy.
"Hah?! G-get off!"
She panicked under me, but the others around us howled with laughter.
"Just give him one go. It's not gonna wear out."
"Heh, look at that cockhead. Totally in heat."
"Let him have your pussy and score some booze! Let's get wasted tonight!"
"You bitches! Easy for you to say... Ngh!"
The glans partially plunged into her pussy. She wasn't wet enough yet, so I didn't push further. Instead, I rapidly teased her breasts and clit.
An hour later, an orgy party erupted on deck.
"An orgy on deck in broad daylight... What a riot."
Dairan, who had summoned me to the captain's quarters, sighed. Naked as I was, my cock stiffened even more at the sight of her.
Dairan wrinkled her nose and tossed her coat at me.
"Don't flash that ugly thing around. At least cover up with this."
"Ugly? Your crew said it was beautiful."
She just snorted at my words. I loosely draped the coat over myself and sat in a chair.
Dairan eyed me like I was a disappointment.
"I clearly told you a week ago to behave."
"I have been. I haven't hit anyone, killed anyone, or plotted a mutiny for your spot."
"Hah... And having a sex party right on deck is 'behaving'? You think I don't know you're banging my crew under the guise of trading goods?"
I figured she knew. A thorough woman like Dairan would have eyes and ears everywhere. She'd turned a blind eye because it wasn't a big loss for her. If I'd wanted power instead of sex, she'd have stepped in immediately.
"I've never forced anyone. Well, except that first time with Gula. You know she comes to my room sometimes, right?"
"......"
Dairan's face was expressionless, but of course she knew.
"I'm not gonna stop you from trading with my crew. But show some restraint. A sex party on deck? Looks insane."
"I said it again: no forcing. The orgy just happened because the mood shifted that way."
"You think I don't know you created that mood? Don't forget: I'm the captain of the Red Flying Fish Pirates."
In short, don't encroach on her authority. An orgy on deck was pretty egregious, so I nodded.
"Got it. I'll be careful next time."
Dairan gave me a distrustful look before pointing at the sea chart with her finger.
"We'll reach Uric Island here tomorrow afternoon."
Uric Island was one of the Pirate Alliance's key bases.
Of course, we weren't heading there to start a fight. Our goal was to wipe out the alliance executives.
"I'll meet Bicol, the captain of the Bicol Pirates, who effectively runs Uric Island, and make a deal. He loves money, so 10 billion Ner should get him to recommend me as an executive."
A week later, rumors were spreading at sea that Baron Eugene Prucker had failed his pirate subjugation.
It was the perfect time for the Red Flying Fish Pirates—who'd been aimlessly drifting—to rejoin the alliance.
"And getting recommended makes me an executive?"
"As if it'd be that easy. This is just the start. There are currently nine executives in the alliance. You need recommendation letters from four of them."
"That's when the chance comes."
"Exactly. When a new executive is born, all the alliance executives gather in one place. To 'welcome' the newbie, supposedly. Though to me, it looks like they just want to strut around and issue warnings."
A cold smile played on Dairan's lips. She clearly didn't like the Pirate Alliance much.
"Need four recommendations. What about the other three? Bribing them with 10 billion Ner each too?"
"Bicol's obsessed with money, so yeah, but not the others."
"I want to wrap this up within a month."
"Don't worry. I've prepared in advance. Like I said, sinking your ship originally would've made me an executive right away. This is just oiling the wheels since things went sideways."
Dairan was confident.
Looking at her face, I imagined her naked.
Without the corset, those full breasts would be even bigger—probably G-cup. Her pussy under the leather pants must have red hair. And according to Gula, Dairan was a virgin.
"Tch. Can't you stop eyeing me like that?"
"Like what? What's wrong with my eyes?"
"They scream you wanna fuck me. It's gross."
"Big misunderstanding. My eyes have been like this since birth."
I handed her coat back and left the captain's quarters.
The Red Flying Fish Pirates arrived at Uric Island.
True to its status as a Pirate Alliance base, the island was a den of pirates.
Four pirate ships were anchored at the entrance, and the interior was built up like a village—albeit with nothing but filthy, shoddily made shacks.
Ten pirates from the Red Flying Fish, including Dairan and me, disembarked.
"Heh heh..."
"Ooh, hot stuff!"
"Wanna play with us today? We'll pay!"
Pirates lounging in the shade leered and snickered at us. The Red Flying Fish crew ignored them like pros. A few female pirates flipped them off, but no fights broke out.
Dairan reached the tavern at the island's center. A rundown joint with a scowling bartender. Countless pirates stopped mid-drink to stare.
"Oh, a beauty's here."
A man drinking at the bar welcomed Dairan. Messy gray hair, black eyepatch over his left eye. He had a distinctive aura.
Dairan gravely spoke his name.
"Bicol."
"Want a drink? You'll buy what I'm having too, right?"
"I'm not here to drink."
"Then what's a loser doing here?"
"Loser... I failed the mission, but not completely. Prucker Baron officially declared failure on the pirate subjugation. I beat him."
"Heh... Your mission was to dump that arrogant noble in the deep sea, no?"
Arrogant noble.
That pirate scum insulting me pissed me off instantly, but Melissa grabbed my hand to hold me back. I was dressed as a pirate in a red hood, standing near Dairan.
"I admit I didn't succeed. But I didn't fail utterly."
"The other three ships you were with sank. Sucks missing that promotion to executive."
"About that. I haven't given up."
Thud.
Bicol set his drink down. He grinned, flashing yellowed teeth, clearly catching on to what Dairan wanted.
"Fun. Thinking of selling your body?"
"I'd sooner slit my own throat than sell myself to you lot."
"You don't think I'd recommend you for free? That's stupid and pathetic. Don't disappoint me, Dairan."
"You only want one thing in the end."
Dairan signaled with her hand. The female pirates moved in unison, placing five crates in front of Bicol.
"Heh heh heh..."
Bicol chuckled darkly and opened a crate. It was stuffed with pouches. He eagerly opened one. His nostrils flared at the glinting gold coins in the sunlight.
"Roughly 10 billion, huh... Nice."
"This gets me the recommendation?"
"Keh heh heh. Dairan, I think you qualify as an executive. Your forces are weak, but you've got skills."
"I also want to contact Borix. Need his recommendation too."
"That much is on the house."
Bicol pulled a magic communicator from his pocket. A voice soon emanated from it.
-What is it, Bicol?
Bicol smirked and handed it to Dairan.
"Hey, Borix."
-Dairan, huh. What's up?
"I haven't given up on the executive seat."
-I see. Want my recommendation? That's why you met Bicol, right?
"I know it's not free. What do you want?"
-How much'd you give Bicol?
"10 billion Ner."
-Chump change.
10 billion Ner. Sounds like a lot, but pirates could get that from raiding a few merchant ships. Good luck, and one ship might yield it.
Bicol selling his recommendation for 10 billion was probably so he could pocket it all solo.
-I want double that.
"Sorry, no more cash. And that's not what you really want."
Dairan cut him off. Promising 20 billion here would've made Bicol flip.
-You know newbies have been rampaging in my turf since I've been quiet?
"Newbies acting like wild colts is normal. Word is you were no saint as a rookie either."
-Heh. Times are different. Those punks boldly formed their own alliance. Handle them, and I'll recommend you.
"...I'll take care of it in a week. Where are they? You know that much, right?"
-They snagged a base, calling it their alliance turf. I'll tell you. Even you should watch out—five crews united.
"Don't go flipping your words later."
The deal with Borix was sealed.