Chapter 547
Chapter 547
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Translator: uly
Chapter: 547
Chapter Title: Reborn as the Plum Blossom Sword Guard in the Count Family
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A monster appeared inside the academy.
It was an incident that should never have happened. Protests poured in from numerous nobles, and some even expressed their intent to withdraw entirely.
The academy side apologized to the nobles and thoroughly inspected the premises to ensure such an event would never recur.
I also received compensation from the academy.
A fortune so vast that an ordinary commoner could never earn it in a lifetime. Yet, to me, it was worthless money. I couldn't take it back to my original world, and besides, I wasn't short on cash right now.
'More importantly, Yuria has finally started taking real action.'
Yuria was no longer just sitting back and letting the rumors spread. Whatever had irked her, she dove in aggressively, investigating them thoroughly. Advisor responded in kind, actively helping me gather evidence, allowing us to compile it swiftly.
'Who would've thought the culprit was Mary's friend.'
The reason that noble lady spread such vicious rumors was, predictably, jealousy. She resented her friend Mary mingling with the academy's top handsome men and envied Yuria, who was hailed as the perfect noble lady and admired by all, men and women alike.
Yuria exposed her misdeeds at the academy banquet held every two months and held her accountable. It wasn't a legal action, but for the noble lady in question, it must have been a far more horrific ordeal.
One thing was certain: she would never show her face in high society again.
'Word is, she's been sent to a temple.'
The rumor incident was settled, for now. However, I could see cracks forming between Yuria and Mary.
Mary was a strange woman, incomprehensible to me.
'Betrayed by a friend, yet defending her... She's out of her mind.'
Anyway, everything related to the rumors had come to a close. Though Yuria's notoriety had risen quite a bit, it wasn't an issue. The Piltania Ducal House was infamous to begin with.
"Eugene. You did splendidly. Thanks to you gathering the evidence, we resolved it easily. Since your help was invaluable, I should give you a reward."
"Thank you! Milady!"
The word "reward" triggered a conditioned response in my body. My heart raced, and blood rushed to my groin.
'Yuria's rewards are always just fellatio anyway... But even that's more than enough.'
Yuria began undressing in front of me. She slipped off her dress and even her undergarments, revealing a stunning nude body impossible to look away from.
"Exactly one hour."
She lay down on the bed as she spoke. Her ample breasts jiggled from the motion.
"You have the right to do whatever you want with my body for exactly one hour."
"R-Really?!"
"Eugene. I know the weight of my words. I have no intention of taking them back. Oh dear. Already 30 seconds have passed."
"......!!"
Precious time was slipping away. I threw reason aside, let instinct take over, and pounced on her.
Given to me as a reward, she smiled faintly atop the bed. I covered her mouth with mine, kneaded her voluptuous breasts, groped her firm buttocks. My cock pressed firmly against her lower abdomen.
"Hng... Chuu... Eugene. You're like a beast."
"Any man who doesn't turn beastly at the sight of Yuria's body is either impotent or gay."
"Ung... Such impudent talk again... But since I promised you my body for an hour as a reward, I'll forgive it. Now, enjoy your prize, Eugene."
I slipped my arms under one of her thighs and knee, lifting them up. Feeling her soft skin, I rubbed my cock against her pussy. It grew wetter by the second.
Normally, I'd tease her slowly, savoring her reactions. But with only one hour allowed, foreplay felt like a waste.
'Lucky her pussy gets soaked so fast.'
I buried my face between her armpit and the side of her breast. Softness and fullness coexisted there.
Squeeze. Press.
My cock parted her tight folds, slowly delving deeper inside.
"Ah, aaah... Ang..."
Yuria let out a soft moan.
The hour she permitted flew by in an instant. It felt like ten minutes, not one hour.
"Stop. Time's up."
Sweat-drenched and panting from pleasure, Yuria kept perfect time regardless. She rose from where she'd been sprawled doggy-style on the bed. Her pussy pulled away from my cock. As her widened entrance contracted, the semen I'd shot inside dripped onto the sheets in globs.
"L-Lady... Just one more hour... No, even ten minutes more, please?!"
"A promise is a promise. And Eugene, you came inside me four times already. Isn't that more than satisfying? Look. My lower body's a sticky mess because of you."
Her legs were indeed a wreck from my cum. Her upper body glistened with sweat, and her neat hair was disheveled.
"I'll bathe alone today, so clean up the room."
Yuria headed to the bathroom. I swallowed hard watching her ass. I wasn't satisfied yet. I wanted to drag her back and keep fucking right now.
'...Do that, and I'd have to restart the chapter from the beginning.'
I couldn't afford a mistake after coming this far.
Mary came to see me.
Her demeanor was different from usual. The fresh, early-summer vibe she normally exuded had turned gloomy, like the rainy season had arrived.
"Eugene. Could I trouble you for a cup of black tea?"
"......Come in."
I let her inside and prepared black tea and snacks for her. Mary, who had been staring at the table, quietly took a sip.
"As expected, your black tea is incredible, Eugene. Just one sip calms my heart."
"You're too kind. But is something wrong? You don't look well."
"Ah, well..."
Mary trailed off.
I had a guess. The academy was small, and even servants could pick up on the general situation with a bit of eavesdropping.
"Is it because of the conflict between Prince Parein, Lord Yorsen, and Lord Matis?"
The feud among the three handsome men who always trailed Mary was infamous. The fact that they, who had always gotten along, were now at odds made the rumors spread even faster.
"...Yes. I just want to get along with everyone... Haa..."
The reason their atmospheres had turned hostile was simple: Mary, sitting right in front of me.
Harem or reverse harem. Sounds great. But when it becomes unmanageable, it turns into hell.
Mary lacked the capacity to handle it.
If she came from a family as powerful as Yuria's, capable of shaking the kingdom, it might be different. But reality was that she was just a viscount's daughter from the countryside.
On the other hand, the men she favored were a prince, the heir to one of the kingdom's top martial noble houses, and a candidate for next prime minister. None were easy opponents.
'Only while attending the academy can they meet without pretense. Outside, the status gap makes it tough.'
The men knew this. So they were rushing to make their relationship with Mary a done deal before graduation.
'Polygamy's impossible. They're fighting over her knowing that.'
No matter who Mary chose, her path would be fraught with hardship.
'...Our relationship with Yuria is much the same.'
I listened silently to Mary's troubles. All of it could become useful information.
"Prince Parein... The prince seems changed. He doesn't smile much anymore... Is there any way? I want things back to how they were, when we could laugh together carefree."
"I'm sorry, Mary. It's hard for me to say. But... I can tell they all have feelings for you. It might be cleaner if you just choose one."
"Choose...?"
"They love you. Who do you love? Please don't say all three. That won't solve anything, and no one will believe it."
"......"
Mary fell silent. I refilled her teacup and waited, but she gave no answer.
"Thanks for the tea, Eugene."
In the end, Mary left without deciding. Perhaps she'd already decided inwardly.
'Tonight, I'll get punished.'
Days I served Mary tea almost always ended with punishment.
The academy had one day off per week.
On this rest day, an unwelcome guest came calling on Yuria.
It was Prince Parein, her fiancé, utterly smitten with a low-ranking viscount's daughter.
"Lady Yuria. I came because I have something to say."
Parein and Yuria sat across the table from each other. I served tea and stood by Yuria's side. He glanced at me briefly.
"Eugene's lips are sealed. Speak, Your Highness."
"Cancel our engagement."
Yuria didn't flinch in the slightest.
"May I ask why?"
"......As you know, our engagement is just a promise our families made on their own."
"A promise for the families' gain."
"I don't love you. And you don't love me either, right? Marriages without love always end predictably. Let's annul it."
"Is it because of Lady Mary Komotops?"
"Yes. I love Mary. For her, I could even abandon my princely title. If you won't annul it... I..."
Madness flickered in Prince Parein's eyes. I clenched my fist instinctively, but Yuria responded calmly.
"Consider it annulled."
"Good! Smart choice, Yuria! It's best for everyone."
"However, the reason for the annulment will be you, Your Highness. I'll report to my family that you came demanding it unilaterally, and I accepted out of displeasure. Of course, I'll include Lady Mary Komotops in the report as well."
"......That's."
"Was your claim of abandoning your title for Lady Komotops a lie?"
"No. It's the truth! Report it however you like. I'm leaving."
"This ends our relationship. I won't see you out."
Prince Parein departed with notably lighter steps.
I cautiously observed Yuria. His attitude was rude enough to warrant displeasure. But contrary to my worry, she seemed in a good mood.
"Eugene. Today's tea is even more satisfying. Here's your reward."
"An honor, milady."
Yuria beckoned me. I approached, and she reached out, grabbed my head, and pulled me into a kiss.
The taste of black tea on her lips was bitter, far from delicious.
However, things didn't go smoothly.
Neither the Piltania Ducal House nor the royal family approved the annulment.
The ducal house told Yuria to endure just once more, while the royals admonished Prince Parein to sort out his feelings for Mary.
It wasn't unusual.
For two influential houses to back down over a mere viscount's daughter would be the strange part.
Prince Parein's already foul mood sharpened further. Rumors spread that he smashed expensive porcelain against the wall in his room.
And then, Yorsen—the heir to the kingdom's premier martial house, who had earned his knighthood through his own prowess at a young age—publicly confessed to Mary on the way to class, in front of noble children, and proposed.
"Mary Komotops. I love you. My soul burns for you. Mary, please spend your life with me."
He knelt gracefully on one knee before her, offering flowers with both hands.
"Lord Yorsen..."
Mary was speechless for a moment. Her eyes shook violently. Our gazes met briefly in the process. With a look of resignation—or perhaps relief—she accepted the flowers with both hands.
"Yes. I want to be with you too, Lord Yorsen."
The academy erupted in chaos.