Chapter 667
Chapter 667
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Translator: uly
Chapter: 667
Chapter Title: Reincarnated as the Plum Blossom Sword Master in a Count's Family
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"Madam, you're still so inexperienced. I'd love to teach you step by step, but alas, the night is short."
Yuria laid the baron's wife down on the bed and spread her legs. I slipped naturally between the wife's thighs. Yuria grasped my cock and aimed it at the wife's pussy.
I thrust my hips forward without hesitation.
"Ah, hngaaah!"
The baron's wife was, of course, no virgin. There was no hymen blocking my cock. But it didn't slide in smoothly either.
Her pussy was tight. Even trying to push in all at once, the narrow vaginal walls resisted. I applied pressure with my cock, slowly stretching her pussy open.
A married woman's pussy this tight... I can guess how pathetically small Baron Doldol's dick must be.
Thud.
My cock finally reached her cervix.
"Ah, ah, aaaah...!"
Looking down, I saw the baron's wife arching her back upward, holding her breath. Yuria gently stroked her chest, and only then did she resume breathing.
I glanced at our joined bodies and felt a twinge of regret. A bit of the base was still outside. Her pussy wasn't deep enough to take me fully.
Still, the tightness is impressive.
I began moving my hips slowly.
"Hng. Aaang!"
Squelch, squelch. She wasn't very wet, which made it feel even chewier in places. I reached out and fondled her breasts.
"Haaaang?!"
Lying flat on her back like that, her tits barely filled my fingers. But the stiffly erect nipples were decent enough to toy with.
"Master."
Yuria extended both hands, softly caressing my chest and waist. Her touch, gentle as if handling a child, grew lewd as time passed. She stroked each muscle one by one, then fondled my chest and nipples.
Yuria climbed onto the baron's wife's waist. She was less than 5cm away. Yuria undid the top of her maid outfit, freeing her voluptuous breasts. She straightened her back. The two massive tits jiggled. Entranced, I grasped them. I kneaded one while sucking the hard pink nipple of the other into my mouth.
"Haaa. Master, harder."
Unsure if she wanted harder sucking or harder kneading, I did both intensely. I gripped the soft, squishy breast until my palm left marks, and nibbled her nipple with my teeth.
"Ang!"
I looked up at Yuria's face. Her lips trembled, her eyes gazed lovingly. For some reason, it made me feel like a baby.
As I pulled away from her breasts, Yuria hugged me tight. Her soft body clung to mine. She licked my face and rubbed her tits against me.
"Haaang. Master. So delicious. Master..."
I pistoned mechanically. The baron's wife moaned 'ang ang'. But it felt like I was fucking Yuria, not her. Yuria's touch, scent, breath... everything felt more vivid than the pussy clenching my cock.
Even the pussy squeezing me might as well have been Yuria's. As my hip speed slowed, Yuria grabbed my ass. Her fingers teased my cheeks.
Yuria whispered in my ear.
"Master. Harder... fuck me harder."
"...Mm."
Her fingers softly stimulated my asshole and balls. I stopped overthinking and let her lead the sex.
"Haaaak! Th-that spoooot!"
The baron's wife cried out. Her white legs flailed up and down beside me. Her pussy spasmed.
"Master. You want to cum, don't you? Cum inside. You don't need to hold back."
"I know."
I ejaculated. While I came, Yuria gripped my balls and rolled them with her fingers. Knowing my most vital spot was in her hands sent a chill down my spine, yet the pleasure was unparalleled.
"Well done, Master."
Under Yuria's lead, I fucked the baron's wife mindlessly. In truth, the wife was just a fleshlight, and it strongly felt like I was with Yuria...
Two hours passed.
The baron's wife couldn't endure the nonstop sex and passed out. She was an ordinary woman. She couldn't handle two hours of it.
But my sex wasn't over yet.
"I know, Master. You're still unsatisfied, aren't you?"
My cock stood rigid as I stared at Yuria before me. She had stripped off her maid outfit and underwear, standing naked on the bed and approaching me. Her body glistened under the lamplight.
Her long legs moved, and clear love juices trickled from her blue-haired pubic mound.
"Master's exclusive pussy. Will you check if it's nicely loosened?"
She spread her pussy with her fingers right in front of my face. Pink flesh parted, lewd scent and moisture hitting me.
"Yuria!"
I buried myself in Yuria's pussy. Gripping her ass firmly with both hands, I devoured it like a starving man.
"Haat, ang. Master. Stick your tongue deeper. Aaang... Yes. Like that... haaang..."
Her vaginal walls clenched. Love juices gushed like a broken pipe. I stimulated her hard clit with my nose. Her scent filled my nostrils.
"Haa, haaaaang!"
Yuria's waist bent backward. She gripped my head to steady her collapsing body. Soon, she straightened casually, stepping back with a seductive smile, pretending nothing happened—though drool trailed from her mouth.
"Yuria. I'm not satisfied yet."
"Yes, Master. I'll satisfy you. You don't need to do a thing."
"Good. Tonight, let's do it your way."
I lay on the bed. I anticipated Yuria shaking her hips and ass like a bitch in heat atop me. But tonight was different. She grabbed my legs and pushed them up high.
Wh-what...?
She straddled my thighs and grasped my upright cock.
"Haaa. Master's cock is always so magnificent."
Squelch.
My cock entered Yuria's pussy. Her weight pressed down on me.
This is...
My favorite position, my specialty: mating press. Except I was on the bottom this time.
Yuria settled into position fully. Her ample breasts pressed against my chest. Her flushed face filled my vision.
"Master. Here we go."
She grabbed my face, kissed me, and began moving her body.
Splash, splash.
"Aaang! Ang! Master's cock reaches so deep... haeut!"
The bed shook violently with her movements.
I truly felt like Yuria was ravishing me. And as time passed, we both sank deeper into pleasure.
"Uu... ahng. Haak..."
Yuria's blue eyes glazed over, her pursed lips letting her tongue loll out. Drool dripped from its tip onto my face.
"Yuria. How many times have you cum?"
I hugged her back tightly with both arms and asked.
"S-six... huuuung!"
"That's seven now."
"Haa, haa..."
Realizing she couldn't go on like this, Yuria changed positions. She lifted one of my legs, hugged it, and rocked her hips in scissors position.
"Ang! Aaang! How's this? Haaang!"
"Of course it feels good. Why ask."
Midway, Yuria pulled my cock from her pussy and took it in her mouth. Not just service—she needed a break too. After making me cum orally, she mounted me again.
Being dominated by her was nice, but lying still made my body itch. I finally sprang up, flipped Yuria onto her stomach on the bed, and started pounding her from behind.
Slap! Slap! Slap!
I smacked her ass hard and grabbed her silver hair.
"Aaaang! N-no...! Tonight was supposed to be mine... haaaaht!"
"Yuria. Don't overthink. Just enjoy it. Like always."
"Y-yes... ang!"
We entwined until dawn broke.
Forty days had passed since the funeral procession began.
The procession was still marching on. They'd finished the north and were now traversing the west. Next came the south, then the east. It would end with a return to the capital.
Changes had occurred in the procession. Some initial nobles had dropped out for various reasons, while new ones joined. The group shrank and grew repeatedly as it moved.
About time.
I peered out the carriage window. The surroundings were a rocky area dotted with boulders, and the sun in the sky was fading.
I instinctively reached sideways, but felt nothing. I clicked my tongue briefly. Yuria, always by my side, had left temporarily to carry out my orders.
I opened the window and called for Floyd.
"Floyd."
"What is it, my lord."
"It'll start soon. Remember what I said?"
"No need to remind me. The Golden Rose Knights have your orders memorized."
That's when it happened. Commotion erupted at the front of the procession.
"Undead!! Undead horde dead ahead!"
"Royal knights, draw swords and shields! Our top priority is protecting His Majesty's carriage! Guard it with your lives!"
"D-damn it! An undead horde?! Knights! Where are my knights?!"
"Stay inside the carriage! We'll handle it!"
The lead stopped, and the following carriages halted one by one.
Most nobles stayed huddled in their carriages, refusing to come out. Their safety came first. No need to step up with soldiers and knights around.
But times like this are when you should step up. That's how you build reputation and fame.
I grabbed my sword, exited the carriage, and headed to the front with my knights. Torchlight illuminated the darkening area, along with the sounds of battle.
Perfect situation.
This was all my plan.
Not far from here was the undead dungeon from the original story. I'd ordered Yuria to smash it open and lead the undead inside straight to the procession. She executed my first command flawlessly.
"Regain your composure! We need light! Set up torches!"
Princess Aileen's voice rang out. Clear and steady, it cut through the chaos perfectly.
As expected of Princess Aileen. No panic, taking charge.
I approached Prince Aiden's carriage. A royal knight blocked my path.
"Baron Prucker. His Highness permits no entry."
"Shut up and move."
"Even for you, Baron Prucker, it's not allowed."
"......"
I glared silently, exuding pressure. The royal knight trembled. As Prince Aiden's guard, he knew a bit about our relationship.
"Loyal knight."
I released the pressure and turned to the carriage door.
"Prince Aiden. It's Baron Prucker. May I enter?"
"B-baron? Come in!"
The knight finally stepped aside.
I entered the carriage. Prince Aiden sat shivering in his seat. A sigh escaped me at the contrast with Princess Aileen commanding outside.
"B-baron. What's the situation outside?"
"We're in battle. I brought armor and sword for you, Your Highness. No helmet—your face needs to be visible."
I handed him the sword and armor. Top-grade gear forged by dwarf slaves. Over 70% silver, perfect against undead.
"Y-you're telling me to fight undead right now?"
"Yes."
"I-I'm not trained in swordsmanship. Just some casual lessons for culture. I've never hunted monsters, not even small animals! If I go out, I'll die! You'd be in trouble if I did, Baron!"
"We'll protect you so you don't die. It's necessary for Your Highness's reputation."
"If you do it and praise me..."
"It's more effective if you step up yourself. So hurry and suit up."