Chapter 431
Chapter 431
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Translator: uly
Chapter: 431
Chapter Title: Reborn as the Plum Blossom Sword Master in a Count's Family
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“Haaang! Haak!”
Dairan climaxed once again. I grabbed her sweat-slicked body with both hands.
Dairan was taller and more built than most women. Of course, that didn’t mean she was fat. Her proportions were fantastically perfect.
Even now, her body writhing beneath me was utterly seductive.
“Haa… haa… Enough already……”
I’d held back for weeks just to devour Dairan like this. Maybe that was why—despite using Sensitization for hours and cumming over ten times—my cock showed no signs of softening.
I teased her protruding, lewd clit with my fingers. The reaction from that hypersensitive spot was explosive.
“Hooooot! D-don’t touch it!”
Her pussy sprayed love juices like a water gun. I glanced at Dairan amid the amusing sight. Her eyes, flushed with shame, squeezed shut.
I took a fresh look at her. The infamous female pirate of the seas lay beneath me as just another woman. The fact fueled my excitement even more.
“We’re not done yet.”
“Hngh… Isn’t it d-dinner time?”
“Skipping one meal won’t kill you. And it’s probably past dinner anyway.”
I gripped Dairan’s limp body and flipped her onto her stomach. She lacked even the strength to stay prone, her form collapsing toward the soaked bedsheets.
I seized her ass and positioned it perfectly for thrusting. Spreading her cheeks revealed her sopping wet pussy.
White fluid filled the hole between her spread labia, while her dangling red pubic hair hung drenched. What really caught my eye was her erect clit, protruding so much I could probably tug it right out.
“Mm……”
Spreading her wider released a pungent mix of love juices and semen—not exactly fragrant.
I slid my index finger into her pussy and slowly scooped out the thick fluids.
“Grrooooh…! Hngh!”
Dairan instinctively tried to pull away. But this was a corner bed, and her ass was already in my grasp. A firm squeeze stopped her squirming resistance.
Squelch, squish, squelch!
“Haaaaah……”
I’d scraped out every drop of cum. Spreading her pussy open, I inspected inside. Her cervix was visible, love juices seeping from the vaginal folds.
I couldn’t hold back and shoved my cock in.
Splurt!
It plunged straight to her cervix in one go. My balls slapped her clit again.
“Haaaaang!”
Dairan wailed. I rocked my hips, eyes fixed on her body. Her half-curly red hair draped over her pale back, stealing my gaze.
“Haaaak! Ha… ah…!”
Distracted by the red locks, I reached to touch them. In that moment, her ass dropped, leaving her fully prone. My cock slipped out, slick with sticky juices.
“Haa… haa…”
Dairan shuddered violently. She must have climaxed from my cock pulling free and her clit brushing the bed.
Time to wrap this up.
Dairan had passed out several times midway. If she weren’t an aura expert but an ordinary woman, she’d likely have died from exhaustion. Of course, a sex master like me wouldn’t push her that far.
I grabbed one cheek and spread her sideways. I slid my cock into her gaping pussy. Squish—her hole had molded perfectly to my shape, making entry easy.
I draped my body over her back. My head nestled beside hers.
I turned to check her face. Doggy style had hidden it behind that red hair.
“Dairan.”
“Hnghhh…?”
She was out of it. Eyes half-lidded, tongue lolling from her open mouth. Too busy panting to swallow properly. Yet she reacted to my voice.
I moved slowly. Pulling my cock back, then thrusting in. My glans battered her cervix, scraping her slick walls. I wrapped an arm around her head, slipping fingers into her mouth to toy with her saliva-coated tongue.
“Hngggg! Uaaah!!”
The bitch-faced Dairan looked adorable. I kissed her deeply, kneading one bulging breast with my free hand.
Twitch, twitch.
I came deep inside her.
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After that intense fuck, I crashed into sleep.
Warmth and softness pressed beneath me. Dairan was pinned under my body.
She was out cold too. I withdrew the hand fondling her breast.
A musky scent hit me belatedly—the unmistakable mix of man and woman. A familiar smell.
Craving a shower to wash away the stickiness, I sat up.
“Hng…”
Sleeping Dairan moaned unconsciously. My cock was still buried in her pussy. Even after hours of sleep, it remained rock-hard. Her pussy stayed wet too. She had real talent as a cocksleeve.
I pulled out and left the captain’s cabin.
It was dawn, the sun just rising. Savoring the cool morning air, I turned my head.
Melissa leaned against the wall, watching me with wide eyes.
“I heard you pounding that woman nonstop until a few hours ago. Satisfied?”
As my guard, she’d stood watch at the captain’s door the whole time.
“Thanks to you.”
“The pirates were whispering about you and the captain. Mostly ‘it was bound to happen’ reactions.”
“Nothing new.”
As long as they weren’t insulting me, I didn’t care what those women thought.
“Planning to make the captain your maid?”
Turning attractive women into maids was common back at the estate.
“I’d love to make Dairan my maid. But she doesn’t want it.”
“Oh? Then?”
“Dairan’s joining the navy.”
“Hm. Not bad. The captain’s navigation skills are legit, at least. She’ll be useful.”
“Yeah. But she’ll report to the estate every other week.”
“And that ‘report’ means what I think it does?”
Melissa asked knowingly. I just grinned.
“Word from the head maid.”
She got to the point.
Three times a day, minimum. Yuria messaged me constantly. Mostly updates on the estate and territory. Occasionally, video masturbation sessions.
“Urgent?”
“Not really. The king’s gone into seclusion, and the princess is wielding the prime minister’s power with his permission. Temporary prime minister, apparently. It’s basically official—he’s named her heir.”
“Not surprising.”
Things had diverged from the original story, but I took it in stride.
Prime Minister Helbritt had died far sooner than in canon. A nation’s PM dying would cause ripples—I knew that much.
But I hadn’t expected the princess to fill the vacancy.
With the PM dead, the fucked-up economy… no, the shaky one will stabilize soon.
Didn’t matter. If she took the throne, I’d just spark a rebellion and dethrone her. I had the power—and Yuria—for that.
“Melissa. Let’s go shower.”
“…Seeing that thing of yours, it won’t just be a shower.”
With that, she followed me to the showers.
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Pirate Island.
The pirate alliance’s stronghold, homeland, and origin story all rolled into one.
Over a hundred alliance pirate ships were gathering here.
The reason? The inauguration of a new executive.
Normally, a new exec wouldn’t draw this crowd—thirty ships, tops.
But one exec, Uging, had thrown a fit. He threatened marriage to Dairan and demanded wedding gifts. Despite the grumbling, pirates had no choice but to sail to the island.
Crossing an alliance exec was suicide.
“Hahahahahaha!”
Uging arrived late, having extorted gifts from alliance pirates. He laughed until his lungs hurt.
A handsome blond in his forties, Uging was a pirate who never neglected his looks. Dressed like flashy nobility, he looked more like a successful lord than a sea dog.
“Boss, it’s a wedding, but isn’t this too much loot?”
His crew grunted, unloading from their six ships—all packed with gifts.
“It’s a once-in-a-lifetime wedding. This much is standard, right?”
“…Honestly, I’m not into that woman. Too refined for a pirate, y’know?”
“Dairan’s nobility—of course she’s not pirate-like. And you saw her beauty! Dairan with her flowing red hair is the most stunning woman alive! Use honorifics when you say her name. She’s soon to be my wife.”
“……I’ll grant Lady Dairan’s beauty. But doesn’t it feel suspicious? She’s ignored your proposals forever. Why marry now? No matter how you slice it……”
“Using me? Think I don’t know? She’s noble-born but no doll-like lady. Ambition burns in her heart. Last mission would’ve made her exec without recommendations. But she failed, and her position’s shaky now.”
“I get Lady Dairan’s impressive. But……”
“I know your worry. Afraid she’ll influence our crew once she’s exec too.”
Uging grinned confidently.
“Relax. Think I’d let a woman lead me around? She’ll be mine, and the Red Flying Fish crew joins ours.”
“If so, great… but something feels off. Unsettling.”
“Gonna jinx my wedding? I know your gut’s good, but today’s my big day!”
“…Sorry.”
“No need. I’m saying drop the needless worries. This is Pirate Island, thousands of pirates here. What could go wrong? Execs won’t turn on me.”
Uging led hundreds of gift-laden pirates toward the island’s heart.
Pirate Island was like a small city. Pirates settled here with captives, slaves, wives. Smugglers frequented it. Farms dotted the back.
Uging headed for the central mansion—execs-only turf.
“Stack the gifts and prep the wedding. We’ll do it here, in front of thousands of pirates.”
“Yes. We’ll set it up perfectly as planned.”
“In one hour.”
Uging strode inside, buzzing with excitement. He walked familiar halls to the execs’ conference room. Too hyped, he missed the absent guards.
Bang!
“Sorry, friends! I’m late, huh? Preps took for—”
Uging froze at the sight.
A massive round table dominated the spacious room—the execs’ table. All but one sat dead around it.
Shocking enough. But worse: atop the table, Dairan and a naked man fucked vulgarly.
“Haaang! Ang! S-slower! Like before, slower! Hngh!”
The Dairan who never flinched before rough pirates now moaned like a slut.