Chapter 432
Chapter 432
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Translator: uly
Chapter: 432
Chapter Title: Reborn as the Plum Blossom Sword Master in a Count's Family
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Bang!
The door flew open, and Uging stormed in. I looked at his dumbfounded face and chuckled quietly. Dairan noticed his entrance too, but she didn't pay it the slightest mind.
Thud! Smack!
Dairan and I were kneeling on the round table, our upper bodies raised. I gripped both her wrists from behind and rocked my hips. Every time my cock plunged squelchingly into her pussy, her massive breasts jiggled.
"Haaang! Ahng! Slower... do it slower, just like before! Haaah!"
"As you wish."
I slowed my hip movements. A wet squelching sound filled the air. From the front, it must have looked like her love juices, melted cheese-like, dripping lazily from beneath her red pubic hair between her pale thighs onto the table.
I grabbed her breasts, pulled her close, and rested my chin on her shoulder. Dairan turned her head toward me.
She parted her lips and stuck out her tongue. Her desire was obvious. I kissed her and sucked on her tongue.
"Dairan!!"
Uging shouted, but Dairan didn't even glance at him.
"Heh. Uging, you sharp one—you know exactly what's going on here. Don't make a fuss."
The only surviving executive at the round table, Remor, spoke up. His tone was casual, but his face betrayed unease. He was sweating bullets in fear.
Squelch, squelch.
"Aaht! Ahng!"
Uging ground his teeth.
"A trap! You think I'll just die like this? You'll pay for deceiving me! Dairan!"
He drew a dagger from his bosom. Green aura bloomed along the blade.
As Uging lunged toward us, Yuria appeared beside him and stabbed his hand. His dagger clattered to the floor.
"Gaaah!"
Yuria followed up with a kick to his shin. Uging dropped to his knees. Rattle. Five shadow chains erupted from the floor, binding his body.
I broke the kiss and sneered at Uging.
"Don't expect an easy death. You dared to covet my woman without knowing your place. You'll pay the price as my slave for life."
"Ahng!"
I squeezed harder. Her large, perfectly shaped breasts overflowed between my fingers.
"Damn you! Who the hell are you?!"
"The lord of Tevbra. Your pirates overstepped, rampaging in my seas, so I came to clean house myself."
"...This is Pirate Island! Even if you're nobility, you won't escape easily! You've poked the Pirate Alliance! You've made thousands of pirates your enemies! Abandon any thought of leaving this island alive!"
I smirked. How ridiculous.
Thousands of pirates? As if I didn't know. And preparations were already in place.
"Dairan, that guy's still eyeing you hungrily. Looks like he hasn't given up on you yet."
"Hnnng... That's the look of someone who wants to kill me."
Dairan moaned as she spoke. My cock was still leisurely sliding in and out of her pussy.
"Dairan...! The recommendation was all to kill us all! Even saying you'd be my woman was a lie! You crazy bitch! Pretending to be all high and mighty, but you sold your body to a noble in the end!"
"I never said I'd be your woman. I said I'd be his. As for selling my body..."
Dairan twisted her upper body and wrapped her arms around my shoulders. Her soft breasts pressed against my torso.
"That's not wrong. In exchange for becoming his woman... I agreed to join his navy."
"Filthy whore... I swear on the sea, I'll chop off your limbs, rape you, and feed you to the fish!"
"Ha..."
Dairan sneered at Uging.
"Uging, you're finished. The moment you set foot on this island, you had no chance. You'll live out your days in agony as Yujin's slave."
We changed positions.
I sat on the table, and Dairan straddled me.
"Aaang!"
Dairan's thighs spread naturally. From Uging's eye level, her pussy must have been on full display—the one with her clit fully erect, clenching tightly around my cock.
Squelch, squelch.
"Haa, haaak! So good... it feels amazing! Look closely—this is the pussy you wanted. Now... it's Yujin's pussy. Haaaang!"
"Y-You slut!"
"For someone calling me names, you're pretty excited yourself. ...Though size-wise, yours is barely half of Yujin's. Ahhnnng."
Her pussy spasmed and tightened. She was climaxing. I timed it perfectly, using Heightened Sensitivity and pinching her clit with my fingers.
"Hogguuuuh!"
Dairan let out a weird cry and convulsed. Her pussy tried to push my cock out, but I held her body tight.
Squirt, spurt, squiiiirt.
Her pussy squirted love juices right onto Uging's face. He struggled to rise but was bound helpless.
"...Remor! You betrayed us too?!"
"...Heh. Betrayal? Sure, call it that. But I'm the lucky one. I won't end up worked to death as a slave like you."
"I'll kill you too, Remor!"
Uging spat venomously.
"Don't get so mad. My life's on the line too."
Remor chuckled softly and removed his shirt.
Black scythe-shaped tattoos covered his torso.
Yuria's magic, 'Shadow Harvest.' Its effect was a leash. No matter the distance, it could kill anytime. The tattoos would manifest as scythes and shred the body.
"I survived because I'm a smuggler. Heh... Though if I betray or slack off, these scythes will dice me up."
I'd planned to kill Remor originally, but Yuria vouched for his usefulness.
As a smuggler, Remor would smuggle for me for life.
"......"
Uging's face twisted in despair. Cold logic told him the situation was hopeless.
In the quiet conference room, only Dairan's panting echoed.
I lost interest in Uging.
"Yuria. Preparations?"
"Yes. Everything's ready. Just give the order, and we'll take Pirate Island."
"...How many of them are there?"
"Including island residents, about 7,000."
Twice as many as expected.
"Subdue them."
"Yes. Commencing now."
Yuria moved.
Of course, she wasn't alone. Around 100 maids, armed with modern weapons, were already on the island.
Most were in their first real combat, but it wouldn't be an issue. The maids could handle mana and wielded modern guns.
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Bangbangbangbang!
Gunfire rang out nonstop.
It came from about ten maids armed with assault rifles gunning down pirates.
"Kneel down~ Drop your weapons~ Hands on your heads~"
The team leader, a maid from the AM unit, directed the group.
She and the others showed no mercy. Any suspicious move from a pirate, and they pulled the trigger. Runners got the same treatment.
This world's people were no strangers to death—they lived by "kill or be killed."
Plus, the maids had perfect mental training from Yuria.
"Don't make this annoying—move it~"
Pirates froze before the unfamiliar weapons. They couldn't even close the distance.
One pirate nocked an arrow and fired. But the maids' magic tools glowed, auto-deflecting it.
Bang!
A bullet hit the archer's head. Nearby pirates paled and gulped.
"311 survivors. On your feet, head left. Houses are prepared for you."
"......"
"Move quick, or we shoot? We've got a lot to do."
"Crazy bitches..."
The pirates obeyed. Their "houses" were massive steel cages, 100 per unit. Cramped as hell.
The maids locked the entrances and vanished.
Pirates tried smashing the bars. A hundred strong should bend them, but the dwarf-forged cages were insanely tough.
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Some pirates surrendered wisely, valuing life. Others went mad, resisting to the death.
The mad ones were massacred by bullets. Some aura experts among them, but bullets pierced flesh all the same.
"Fuck! What the hell are those weapons?! Can't even get close! Useless axes and swords if we can't close in!"
"Crazy bitches! Captain's down! Run to the ships!"
They bolted for escape ships. But snipers atop the island's highest peak forbade it.
Snipers targeted ships, nearby pirates, then ranged weapon users like archers.
Yuria darted about, hunting aura experts and above—the biggest threats to maids. Even they fell to assault rifles.
She also sniffed out hidden pirates island-wide. Her senses covered everything; no hiding from her.
"We've got numbers! Why run?! Overwhelm 'em—we can kill those maids!"
"Grab those evil bitches! Snatch their magic weapons and gang-rape 'em!"
Over a thousand pirates massed.
A number even armed maids might struggle with.
But the maids didn't flinch.
"Gas masks on."
They swiftly donned black masks from hip pouches.
"Deploy sleep gas."
Gas spread.
Pirates ignored the smoke. Ignorant of chemical weapons, they charged wildly. Soon, they all collapsed.
Maids loaded the unconscious into carts and dumped them in cages.
Operations wrapped up by evening.
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Night fell. General maids returned to the mansion via mirrors, leaving AM unit behind.
Mirror Tunnel.
A relic from Atlantis. This pair connected the mansion and Pirate Island.
"Our casualties: four minor injuries. Pirates: 1,311 killed, 1,146 wounded. Remaining 5,458 imprisoned. Of them, 1,260 women, 311 children, rest adult males."
"1,146 wounded? No time to treat—easier to kill 'em."
"Slave traders will handle it."
"...Right. Can't sell injured cheap—they'll treat 'em to maximize profit. When do traders arrive?"
"Contacted ahead. Starting tomorrow morning."
"Doesn't matter if we lowball. Sell 'em all off quick."
Male slaves averaged 100 million ner, but cheap at 70-90 million. Ten for 700 million, hundred for 7 billion, thousand for 70 billion.
Selling just the pirates nets about 400 billion ner.
Plus nearly 100 pirate ships, their cash and goods—total haul easily tops 1 trillion ner.
"1,200 women, huh."
"Selected 51 prime ones for you, Master. You'll love them."
Yuria's words curved my lips into a smile.
"Bring them."
Women in chains shuffled in single file, wrists and ankles bound. Yuria's picks—all above-average beauties, naked, hair wet from recent showers.
"No sleep tonight. Heh heh heh."
My cock throbbed.