Chapter 542
Chapter 542
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Translator: uly
Chapter: 542
Chapter Title: Reincarnated as the Plum Blossom Sword Guard in a Count's Family
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"It's not from the lady. It's a mission given by Viscount Kallos, our vassal."
Viscount Kallos.
I'd heard that name recently from the butlers gossiping.
He holds considerable power as a diplomat for the Filtania family. In terms of the Filtania power rankings, he's within the top twenty.
"Viscount Kallos assigned it to me? Isn't that strange? I'm the lady's exclusive attendant. I have no reason to carry out his mission."
"You're her exclusive attendant, but you're also a butler of the Filtania family. Your true master isn't the lady—it's the Filtania family. And the head of the family is His Grace the Duke."
"...So His Grace has given his permission."
"That's right."
"......"
As I fell silent, Kopan scowled. His sharp features grew even more menacing.
"Why no answer?"
That was exactly what I wanted to ask. I was waiting for Advice to provide an answer. But Advice remained silent. No messages appeared.
It hadn't disappeared. It had just made me clean moments ago.
"...I was wondering how to report this to the lady."
"Report it exactly as it is. Don't mix in any personal feelings. I must have taught you the mindset of a Filtania butler. Have you forgotten already?!"
"No, sir. What is the mission assigned to me? I will carry it out as a butler of the Filtania family."
"...Hah. The lack of time is my one regret. I don't know the details of the mission. But it's certain you'll head out tonight. Prepare yourself."
Kopan left.
I pondered the unusually quiet Advice for a moment.
'Could it be because it's Chapter 4 that it won't advise on important parts?'
It was just a hunch, but it felt right.
Failed.
Viscount Kallos's mission was a trap meant to kill me.
I tried three times.
The first time, I blundered into the trap and died. The second, I counterattacked. The third, I broke through the trap. But the end result was the same. A high-speed arrow from somewhere pierced my forehead.
The cold yet searing arrowhead embedding in my forehead and tearing through my brain—that sensation would never become familiar.
I gently rubbed my forehead with my palm. I'd confirmed the shooter: Viscount Kallos. For an old man, his archery skills surpassed any master.
"This time... I'll have to change things from the start."
If I can't solve it alone, I'll borrow someone else's power.
Kopan?
That bastard isn't my ally. Even if I asked for help, he'd probably refuse. There was no loyalty between us. Besides, Kopan treasured his own life above all.
The Filtania Duchess?
Going to her would only prove my incompetence. I didn't need to see it to know.
So, there was only one person I could turn to for help.
"Lady Yuria. It's time for bed."
Before Yuria went to sleep, I undressed her just like in the morning. Only this time, it was her nightgown and dress in reverse. Once I removed her panties, she was completely nude.
Her skin, freshly bathed less than an hour ago, was soft and fluffy, carrying a pleasant fragrance. It was a shame she had a separate bath attendant maid.
I subtly arched my back to keep my lower body out of the mirror's reflection. No choice. I was mentally starved for women. Facing Yuria's virgin naked body and her feminine scent—how could I not get hard?
'Before, I could at least control my erections to some degree...'
Maybe I should jerk off for real.
"Lady, please raise your arms. ...Lady?"
"......"
Yuria acted unexpectedly. Ignoring my words, she turned to face me in her naked state. Her eyes drifted downward. I felt her gaze lock onto my crotch.
'Damn it. Now the failure message will pop up and send me back. Or maybe after she executes me?'
No message appeared.
Yuria didn't get angry either. Instead, she showed curiosity.
"I read about it in books and learned from Madam Peroraina. It's a physiological reaction men show when sexually aroused. An erection, right?"
"I'm sorry. I showed you something unsightly. Please kill me mercifully. Or order me to take my own life..."
"Eugene, don't misunderstand. I wouldn't kill a capable butler over something like that. I was just curious. I've only known men's genitals from words and pictures—never seen one in person. Eugene, undress."
"...Pardon?"
"I ordered you to undress. Are you planning to make me say it three times?"
"...I'm sorry. That was a slip."
Things were already going sideways anyway. I'd just loop back to the start.
I stripped as Yuria wanted. No shame. It even felt refreshing.
"......Much bigger than I imagined. With sparse hair like mine... The skin is peeled back... Hmm. The glans, right? And that beaded transparent fluid at the urethral opening must be Cowper's fluid."
Yuria stared intently at my cock. I felt my breathing quicken. I wanted to pounce on her right then.
Damn Advice.
"Eugene, your face is flushed. The Cowper's fluid is increasing... I see. You want to have sex with me?"
"...Yes, Lady. I want to have sex with you."
"You know that's not allowed, even without me saying it."
"Yes."
Yuria eyed my body from top to bottom. Her eyes still held that curiosity.
"But touching it a little shouldn't be a problem."
"Pardon? Ah...!"
Yuria's small hand gripped the shaft of my cock. Startled, my body twitched. The unexpected stimulation nearly made me cum.
It wasn't premature ejaculation. My body was still immature, and I was starved.
'Even so, I can't cum just from being touched! My pride is on the line!'
Twitch, twitch.
I tensed my lower body to hold back. First, I needed to escape her hand...
"Stay still, Eugene."
Squeeze. Her grip tightened on my cock. A chill ran down my spine. Cowper's fluid overflowed from the tip, soaking the back of her hand.
"Hmm... This is quite fun."
Her hand squeezed and released repeatedly. Her handjob grew more skilled, making it harder to endure.
"Haaah! Lady...!"
Pure white semen erupted. Not just the volume, but the force was extraordinary. It shot forward, splattering onto Yuria's body with soft taps. In an instant, she was covered in the milky fluid. She slowly raised her palm to examine the sticky semen.
"This is semen... According to the books, this amount is impossible under normal circumstances..."
"I-I'm just a bit unusual."
After cumming once, my mind cleared. The fog that had filled my head lifted somewhat.
"It's too late for another bath, and if word gets out, it'll be trouble. Eugene, quietly bring clean water and warm water."
"Yes, Lady!"
I carried out her order, fetching a towel and warm water.
"Clean me up."
Yuria slightly spread her arms.
I swallowed hard and began wiping her body with the towel. She even parted her legs shoulder-width. Kneeling before her, I meticulously cleaned her legs and pussy. In the process, my third leg started throbbing again.
"Even that ejaculation wasn't enough, huh."
"Yes, Lady. Just once more... Could you please?"
"Eugene, I'm not a whore."
"Ah! No! How could I treat you like a whore, Lady! I was wrong!"
"......"
I bowed my head repeatedly. No response. When I looked up, Yuria was smiling. A seductive smile beyond her years.
"Touching you just now was for my personal curiosity and as a reward for your good service so far. If you keep doing well... I might give more rewards."
"Rewards..."
"Yes, rewards. If you want them from me, you know what to do."
I knew what Yuria wanted. She wanted my genuine loyalty. Though I was her exclusive, she believed my loyalty lay with the Duchess. Like most servants.
My cock remained rock-hard, but Yuria ignored it completely afterward.
Leaving Yuria's room, I sighed, then belatedly remembered Kallos. I'd meant to talk to her about him.
'...Whatever, tomorrow's fine.'
I poured black tea into Yuria's cup.
She liked how I brewed it best among the servants. Well, actually, it was due to the setting. In reality, my tea was sometimes too astringent, sometimes too bitter. The taste varied every time.
"Viscount Kallos is trying to kill me through this mission... Do you have proof?"
"Proof... No, I don't."
I couldn't tell her about the loops. I'd tried once before, and a warning message appeared. It threatened to force a chapter restart if I spoke.
"But it's true. Viscount Kallos plans to kill me. The mission is a trap... and he'll act personally."
"Yes. I believe you."
"...Pardon?"
"You wouldn't lie to me about something like this. And if it's Kallos, it's entirely plausible. He'd want to curb my growing influence."
"Killing me attacks you, Lady? I'm just a mere servant..."
"He's nipping it in the bud. You're the most talented butler in history. I can guarantee it. In five, ten years, no one in the family will dare treat you lightly."
"...You think that highly of me."
"If I didn't, you wouldn't be my exclusive."
"What should I do?"
Yuria stared at me intently. Her clear blue eyes threatened to pull me in. Memories of last night surfaced, stirring my desires again. Then she spoke.
"Why ask me?"
"Uh... Well..."
"You're my exclusive butler, but you haven't sworn loyalty to me. Should I help you just because you're exclusive?"
I set the teapot on the table and knelt on the floor.
This was inside her room.
No one to see. Good. Filtania servants weren't allowed to swear loyalty to anyone but the family head. Discovery meant disposal—even if to the heir.
"All I have is myself. So I'll stake myself on this oath. I will serve only Lady Yuria."
No immediate reply.
The silence broke with the clink of her teacup.
"If I ordered you to kill my mother, could you?"
Mother. Meaning the Duchess, head of the Filtania family.
"I would."
She wasn't important to me. Nor were the others. In this world, only Yuria and I had value.
"I don't believe empty oaths."
Yuria slid sideways in her chair, facing me directly.
She grasped the hem of her long dress skirt and slowly lifted it. Black shoes and white stockings covering half her thighs came into view. Above, a garter belt and white panties peeked out.
With deliberate grace, she removed her left shoe, then rolled down the white stocking from thigh to toe. A smooth, vibrant, beautiful leg emerged. Her toes slowly approached my face.
"Lick."
"Yes."
I licked her toes without hesitation.
This wasn't the first time licking Yuria's feet. During sex, we sometimes lost control. I'd lick her all over; she'd lick me... Licking her feet was nothing to me.
Glance.
Looking up slightly, Yuria smiled with flushed cheeks. And I saw the center of her white panties growing damp.