Chapter 433
Chapter 433
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Translator: uly
Chapter: 433
Chapter Title: Reincarnated as the Plum Blossom Swordsman in a Count's Family
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I stayed on Pirate Island for a week.
There were a few reasons for that, but the biggest two were these.
One was to smoothly handle the spoils of war. Thousands of pirates, around a hundred pirate ships, and all their treasures. The sheer volume was enormous.
And my trading partners, the slave traders, weren't the type to play nice. Without me there, they might get greedy, lowball the prices with flimsy excuses, or drag things out to haggle.
Of course, I wouldn't just sit idly by if they tried that, but I had no desire to create unnecessary hassle.
'I've secured Dairan and crushed the Pirate Alliance. No reason to stick around here.'
The other reason was reputation.
Not just slave traders come to this island. I'd drawn in merchants who normally wouldn't glance at the sea, and trade specialists, all under my name.
Through them, I'd spread the word far and wide that I'd subjugated the Pirate Alliance. Then, we'd sail back to Tevra City with the merchants and the pirate ships in tow.
'Gotta make sure the territory's people know my name for sure.'
Before heading back, I toured Pirate Island. A beautiful place with jungles, villages, and beaches—far too good for pirates.
'The owner was some fallen noble, right?'
The noble who'd lost the island to the Pirate Alliance had given up on reclaiming it. Their house had declined too far to form a navy, or even borrow one. No one would lend ships against the infamous Pirate Alliance, and the island's location was terrible to boot.
'Far from the continent, no trade routes pass by.'
I let go of any lingering attachment to Pirate Island.
I vaguely recalled Yuria saying it had another name originally, but I couldn't remember.
I returned to Tevra territory.
The ship I rode was a red flying fish pirate vessel, but I'd swapped the flag for one bearing my mark. Just a simple 'S' emblem.
Obviously, it looked hastily made.
'I'll be Count Prukus soon enough. No need to fuss over a flag.'
Behind my ship, dozens of vessels were entering the harbor. Exactly seventy. I'd sold the remaining thirty-two to the slave traders. And the pirate ships trailing me had been sold to merchants at fair prices too.
'My haul this time? Roughly 1.3 trillion ner.'
The pirates' wealth had fetched more than expected, and selling the hidden treasures on Pirate Island sealed the deal.
Three hundred billion ner would go toward expanding the Korea Merchant Group and hosting a festival in Tevra to celebrate the pirate purge. I'd invite nobles to a banquet hall near the mansion and boast about my feats.
'Hate the hassle, but it has to be done.'
The remaining one trillion ner?
Straight into the vault for now.
'When continental war breaks out later, nobles, royals, commoners—slaves will flood the market. Every beauty up for grabs? Mine.'
Just knowing a trillion ner sat secure in the vault was reassuring enough.
"Waaaaah!"
"The lord's back!"
"The lord who crushed the Pirate Alliance returns!"
I returned amid the territory folk's cheers.
A month passed.
I kept busy during that time. Sure, most of the pointless busywork ran on autopilot, but I handled the important stuff personally, no avatars.
First, I visited the main house to claim credit. Chatted with Count Prukus via communication orb. Family opinion tilted my way a bit. More retainers backed me now. Still behind firstborn Jent, but closing in steadily.
Then, I reunited with Elrain, Count Prukus's wife and my mother, in bed. She was as delicious and beautiful as ever after so long.
'Damn... thinking about it again.'
Elrain was a stunner with a tight pussy to boot. No blood relation, but calling her "mother" while pounding her brought a twisted extra thrill.
Still, chances to enjoy her were rare. As the countess, she stayed at the main house; I was Tevra's lord.
'Frequent visits would spark rumors. Not now, anyway.'
I delivered the rare ore "Bluebright" to the dwarves.
They promised a masterpiece for the ages and demanded at least three months.
I accepted.
'If they half-ass it or stall? I'll show 'em hell.'
After that, festival in the city, banquet for nobles.
Count Prukus himself came, along with rival Jent, the prince and princess, top nobles. Ones who'd normally snub me showed without complaint. That's when I learned how vital reputation was here.
'Even got stuck with the dumb "Sea Judge" moniker.'
At the banquet, what stuck: Jent's hate-filled glare after I one-upped him, and Princess Airin.
Airin seemed to suspect my tie to the prince. But she couldn't do shit about it yet. She lacked intel on me—no clue about Yuria, my aura master/archmage.
'Princess Airin... one day, I'll fuck her for sure.'
Now, I was on vacation.
Lairase Island.
Once ruled by a Pirate Alliance exec, it resembled real-world Maldives—a coral paradise.
The moment I learned of Lairase, I claimed it as my private retreat.
No proper villa yet, but I'd linked the mansion to the island via "Mirror Tunnel."
"Nice."
In just trunks, I lounged on a sunbed, sipping my cocktail. Crisp, cool mojito hit the spot.
On the beach ahead, dozens of maids in flashy bikinis frolicked. Each in different suits, all vibrant, cute, sexy—showing off unique charms.
'Dick's getting majestic...'
No joke—my cock was swelling impressively.
"Master. Shall I apply the oil?"
Yuria approached.
Like all maids here, she wore a swimsuit.
Black bikini.
Breasts ready to burst, cinched waist. Firm ass, long legs. Peak body? Hers.
Unlike usual, her hair was up in a ponytail.
"Do it."
Yuria slathered oil on her hands and massaged me.
"Ooh..."
Her touch was masterful, slender fingers kneading every inch meticulously.
"Excuse me for a moment."
She pulled down her bikini bottom. My proud member sprang free.
"......"
Yuria stared at it up close. Expressionless, but her blue eyes burned with heat.
*Throb!*
As my cock twitched impatiently, her hands reached her bikini-shielded groin. She stroked inner thighs, palmed around the shaft.
Oil gleamed on my black pubes.
Finally, she grasped the best part.
Her slick hand gripped my upright dick, stroking from glans to base. I trembled faintly.
'Genius! Knows exactly how to make me feel good.'
Left hand stroked the shaft; right gently fondled my balls, then rubbed my asshole.
"Yuria... gonna cum!"
"How shall I receive it?"
"With your hand!"
"Yes."
Her right palm pressed and rubbed the glans. Left kept stroking.
My cock pulsed, spurting semen. Held firm, it coated her palm instead of flying.
After, she lifted her hand. Sticky cum dripped slowly.
"Still some left."
*Smooch.* She kissed the tip, sucking residual from the urethra. Then licked her palm clean.
All gone, she said casually,
"Now, Master, please turn over. I'll oil your back thoroughly."
"Nah, oil's good. But I wanna taste your pussy now."
Yuria smiled.
"I'm your maid, Master. Whatever you desire..."
She straddled me. My hips between her knees. She straightened up for my view, sliding her bikini panty aside.
Sopping pink pussy exposed. Labia twitching, clit erect. Her blue pubes added mystique.
"Haaah..."
Her ass descended. Her well-trained slutty pussy swallowed my cock. True masterpiece—walls wrapped tight.
"Haa..."
Chin up, she exhaled and rocked her hips. Speed built gradually. I gripped her waist with one hand, sipped mojito with the other.
"Haang! Ang! Ahng!"
I dazedly watched her bikini-clad tits bounce. Pure bliss.
"Having fun here?"
Red-haired Dairan approached. My woman and navy subordinate—she visited the mansion at least monthly. Today was her day.
Dairan wore a swimsuit too. White bikini contrasting Yuria, flaunting her figure.
"Hoo. As you see, kinda busy. What's up?"
"Long time no see, so I came to play. But... you beat me to it."
"C'mere."
I beckoned. She strode over unsuspectingly. I slipped my hand into her bikini bottoms. Stiff pubes, soft pussy.
Fingered her slit. Her prime body reacted fast.
"Ah, aa... Master..."
Yuria collapsed onto my chest. Still grinding, she licked my nipple.
"Huur..."
Yuria and Dairan. Couldn't focus just on them. Maids from the beach, tits jiggling, headed my way.
My lips curled.
'Tonight's turning into an orgy again.'
Beach sex party ensued.
I buried myself in their flesh.
Thrusting, cumming.
Lost in ecstasy till sunset, then sun high again—I was finally sated.
Back to reality.
I lay on the sofa, too lazy to get up. The satisfaction from the "Hwan" world lingered in my real body.
After a while sprawled there, I picked up my smartphone.
'Finally hit level 60. ...Huh?'
I checked the notifications again. Way more than expected.
Among them, the ones I'd waited for.
My inventory now had seven slots total.
'Never cramped even at six for hopping worlds. But the extra one's convenient.'
Most important: Play slots.
Currently running four Play worlds.
Vampire Detective, Reincarnated as the Plum Blossom Swordsman in a Count's Family, God's Atlantis, Path to Radiant Ascension.
All too good to drop. Perfect for my craving fresh thrills.
'But this ain't the end.'