Chapter 666
Chapter 666
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Translator: uly
Chapter: 666
Chapter Title: 666. Reincarnated as the Plum Blossom Sword Master in a Count's Family
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Crunch.
With my left hand, I seized his right wrist and wrenched it. His sword clattered to the floor. Without pause, I smashed the pommel into his skull. He crumpled to the ground.
“Arrrgh!”
The duel ended in my victory with ridiculous ease.
“Baron Dorodol. Time to pay the price. Your right arm will do nicely.”
“Kyaaah! No, please!”
Baron Dorodol's wife rushed forward and dropped to her knees before me.
I lowered my sword. A plain woman I might have ignored, but she was quite the beauty.
“Baroness Dorodol. Step aside. I won the duel. As the victor, I claim his right arm. It's just recompense, witnessed by all these nobles here.”
The watching nobles nodded. There was no issue whatsoever. Baroness Dorodol buried her face on the ground, tears streaming down.
“Mercy! Please, have mercy! It was all my fault! I seduced His Highness!”
“M-My lady, stand back! I lost the duel fair and square!”
Baron Dorodol tried to shove his wife's arm aside. But she held firm, even clutching at my legs.
“I'll apologize...! If that's not enough, take my arm instead! Please, mercy!”
Her desperate pleas were all for her husband, the baron. The war was escalating. Nobles would scramble for glory. Lose an arm now? Duke Senhaiz would scorn him, and the soldiers wouldn't follow.
Setting that aside, no wife could watch her husband's arm get severed.
“Mercy, you say... What do you think, Your Highness?”
“Mercy? That bastard insulted me! The rightful heir of Rapelli, me! And you think I'll let it slide? The people will mock me! That woman too—she's a whore scheming to tarnish my reputation! I'd love to hack her arm off as well!”
Baron Dorodol ground his teeth. Her face went deathly pale.
“Hmm.”
I feigned contemplation, covering my mouth. For telepathy. Unlike Yuria, I wasn't adept enough without it—otherwise, I'd flop my lips like a fish.
-I can show Baron Dorodol mercy.
She looked up at me, startled, then glanced around wildly.
-It's me speaking to you. No suspicious moves. Play along.
Her eyes wavered. She glanced at me briefly, then bowed her head again.
“P-Please...!”
-My mercy isn't free. Want it? Offer your body to me.
She flinched.
Her body trembled. Given the situation, no one noticed.
-I respect your choice. Hate it? Press both hands to the floor. Want mercy? Hug my right leg with both arms.
“......”
She didn't answer right away. She was hesitating. The moment she did, her choice was over seventy percent decided.
-No one will know. That's why this little trick. And honestly, I don't think you'll refuse. One night with you is worth more than that fool's arm. You know it too.
A touch of provocation.
-No reaction. I'll take that as refusal.
I slowly raised my sword. The blade gleamed in the light, and in panic, she threw both arms around my right leg.
“M-My lord baron! Please...!”
I fought back a smile forming on my lips and lowered the sword.
-The baroness's choice. Understood. I'll send someone tonight. Have her come to me. No worries about getting caught.
“Baron Prucus! What are you waiting for? Dinner's nearly over. We depart soon! Hack off that bastard's arm and end this duel!”
“Your Highness. Show mercy.”
“Eh?”
The prince panicked at my change of heart.
“B-But he insulted me.”
He desperately wanted the arm severed.
“Your Highness. On second thought, it must have been a misunderstanding.”
“A misunderstanding?!”
“There was a misunderstanding.”
I stared coldly at the prince. He flinched and nodded.
“The baron's right. Seems there was a misunderstanding. Very well, I'll show mercy.”
Clap. Clap clap clap clap.
Yuria started applauding. Her cue sent my faction's nobles clapping, praising the prince's mercy.
“Oh! As expected of Your Highness! Such benevolence!”
“A merciful decision like that couldn't have been easy... Splendid, Your Highness!”
“Seeing Your Highness reminds me of His Majesty. The bearing of a true king.”
As everyone praised him, a smile crept onto the prince's face. He shrugged, reveling in it.
“I-Is that so? Hmm. Come to think of it, I recall learning that mercy is key to rule. I'll bestow it upon you all anytime! Hahaha!”
I looked down. Baron Dorodol gritted his teeth, rising with his wife's support.
“Baron Dorodol. You're awfully slow. Thrilled to keep your arm by His Highness's mercy? Tell your friends and Duke Senhaiz. Say the prince spared your right arm.”
“Baron Prucus...! I won't forget this!”
Before Baron Dorodol left, our eyes met. I gave her a sly grin; she bowed her head, face darkening.
???
Knock knock knock.
The knock on the carriage door roused me from the bed. Stark naked. Knowing it was her turn, she fidgeted.
“Master. I've brought Baroness Dorodol.”
“Come in.”
The door opened. The tense baroness entered with Yuria. Spotting my nudity, she averted her eyes to the floor.
“The baroness seems quite nervous.”
I leaned my upper body against the wall, eyeing her.
“Baroness. No need to be tense. It's not your first time. Relax. I'll help you undress.”
“......”
Yuria slowly peeled off the baroness's black dress. I watched with keen interest. The dress fell, revealing flawless white skin and pert breasts. Slightly swollen mounds. Regrettably, she was an A-cup.
Below, a slender waist without an ounce of excess. Between plump, pale thighs sat black panties.
Yuria's slender fingers hooked the panty strap.
“I-I can do it myself.”
“Baroness. Leave it to me.”
Just sliding down panties, yet I couldn't look away from Yuria's hands. They were pure sensuality.
Her mound sported soft, light-yellow pubic hair like her head, with a peek of pink slit beneath.
Yuria withdrew her hands. The baroness just trembled, helpless.
“You're more nervous than I thought, baroness. Yuria. Help her relax.”
“Yes, Master. Baroness, your shoulders are too tense. Excuse me.”
“Eep, ah?”
Yuria's hands expertly teased the baroness's body. Massaging shoulders, lifting arms to stroke underarms and swollen breasts. Her fingers turned the nipples stiff and rosy. Despite small breasts, her nipples were generously sized.
“Ahng. Ahn.”
The baroness panted, lewd moans escaping. Her rigid body softened. As Yuria's hands slid to her waist, she cried out.
“Aaaahn!”
The baroness collapsed beside the bed. Her pussy's state was obvious. I beckoned; Yuria carried her to me.
I recalled Baron Dorodol. He'd used formal speech with his wife.
“Baroness. Suck my cock, if you please.”
Face inches from my erect cock, she panicked.
“Y-You want me to suck this?”
“'This'? That stings a bit. You suck your husband's, don't you? Do to me as you do him.”
“N-No! I don't do that with him!”
“Is that so? Heh. Baron Dorodol's missing out on life.”
I nodded to Yuria. She gripped the baroness's head and my cock, forcing it into her mouth.
“Baroness. Move your tongue slowly. No teeth. And consider sucking Master's cock an honor.”
I let out a pleased sigh. The blowjob was clumsy, not great. But with Yuria guiding her head, it felt like an onahole handjob.
I fondled the baroness's breasts. Pert mounds and hard nipples, yet unsatisfying. My hand slipped into Yuria's top.
“Ahn. Master... ”
Warm, full breasts. Always satisfying, no matter how many times.
“Guhk! Gulk! Ngh...”
The baroness gagged miserably on my cock. Glancing down, tears streamed as she sucked.
“Yuria. My mouth's lonely.”
“Yes. I'll chase away the boredom.”
Yuria approached, covering my forehead and eyes with her left hand. In darkness, her lips invaded mine.
“Mmph... Glrk...”
Her breath amid the baroness's slurps. She nibbled and sucked my lips. Even as I parted mine, no tongue came. She teased, burning my patience.
I couldn't take it—my tongue darted out first. Only cool air met it.
A low chuckle. I swatted away her hand over my eyes. Sure enough, Yuria grinned.
“Yuria...”
“Sorry. You were too adorable, Master. Couldn't resist teasing.”
No blame. Honestly, not bad. Just a bit frustrating.
“Now.”
Yuria cupped my cheeks, drawing close. Finally, her lips met mine. Her tongue slipped in. I stayed still—she'd handle it.
Yuria kissed languidly. Unlike her usual passion. Her tongue gently teased mine or drew it into her mouth. She savored it thoroughly.
The baroness was sucking my cock, yet it felt like Yuria was.
“Mm...”
Yuria hummed through her nose. Seeing her excited eyes, I indulged her. Sometimes she forgot her maid duties. I always permitted silently.
My mouth filled with her breath. Soon, I suckled her tongue like a babe, craving saliva. As suction eased, her tongue withdrew—glistening pink, trailing spit. I frowned at the waste.
“Master. Did my saliva taste good?”
“Always delicious. Especially tonight.”
“Glad you enjoyed.”
Yuria leaned in again. Another kiss? No—she licked my left ear. Her elegant fingers caressed my neck, an erogenous zone. Her hot breath, sticky saliva, and touch sent shivers down my spine.
In ecstasy, her tongue dipped into my ear canal. Perfect timing. I came. Yuria released the baroness's head as her mechanically bobbing stopped, swallowing my load.
“Ngh! Gulp!”
She choked on the volume. Yuria let go once I finished.
“Guh... Cough. Cough!”
“Baroness. You're so inexperienced. I'd love to teach you step by step, but alas, the night is short.”
Yuria laid the baroness on the bed, spreading her legs. I slotted naturally between them. Yuria grasped my cock, aiming at the baroness's pussy.