Chapter 804
Chapter 804
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Translator: uly
Chapter: 804
Chapter Title: 804. Reincarnated as the Plum Blossom Sword Master in a Count's Family
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Thick, pure white fluid was dripping down from Nepia's smooth, hairless pink pussy.
It was semen.
There was only one man in this mansion, so whose it was went without saying.
Yuria felt a nauseating churn in her chest.
"That's..."
"Ah. I attended to the Master this evening. I wiped it off roughly before coming here, but... there's still so much left. Hng..."
Nepia spread her legs just enough and parted her small pink pussy with her fingers. A gush of semen spurted out, splattering the bathroom tiles. But she didn't stop there—she plunged her fingers inside and scraped out the walls of her vagina. No matter how much she dug out, it seemed endless.
"Heut..."
Once she'd scraped everything from her pussy, she grabbed her ass cheeks and spread her anus. Semen poured out from there too.
"Haaa... I think that's most of it now. Yuria sis, come with me after your bath. The Master said to bring you."
The word "Master" made her tense up involuntarily. Now that it was concrete, the reality of meeting him soon started to sink in. Yuria glanced at Nepia's privates before turning the shower back on to wash herself more thoroughly.
She checked her underarm shave in the mirror and wiped down her body again with the shower towel. Her pubic hair bothered her. Nepia's was so smooth, but hers seemed bushy by comparison.
...It's fine. Compared to Melissa, it's not that much. Not many other women are completely hairless...
She decided to leave it as is. She trusted her pre-amnesia self.
Her eyes fell on Nepia. Before washing her hair, Nepia removed the necklace from around her neck. It barely qualified as a necklace—just a short chain with an iron ring threaded on it.
"Nepia."
"Just call me Nepia, Yuria sis."
"...Nepia. What's that ring?"
"An old friend gave it to me. They said if I wear it, they'll find me someday. So I keep it on like this as a necklace. The Master told me to, too..."
"It must be more important to you than anything. Are you sure it's okay to take it off like that?"
"It hurts if it gets tangled in my hair. And it's too crudely made to wear on my finger without it chafing... Plus, with the chain, I can find it easily if I lose it... It's just off my body for a bit, so it's fine."
"...I see."
After washing up, they slipped into the bath.
Rose bath.
It was infused with rose bath salts, red rose petals floating lazily on the surface. The air carried the scent of roses.
Yuria sank into the warm water and let out a long sigh, her tension melting away.
"By the way, Nepia. You mentioned some maids left the mansion the other day—or was it two days ago?"
"Yeah. Five of them. They said being cooped up here was uncomfortable."
"Were they former slaves?"
"Nah. Slaves like me don't leave. They know how good they have it here. Delicious food, warm beds... no beatings, no monster attacks to worry about."
"There aren't many places as good to live as this."
"And anyway, they won't last a few days before crawling back. Like always—we've got AM Squad 1 tailing them in secret."
Nepia said it with full confidence.
Any maid who felt stifled and wanted to leave was allowed to go. With savings from working here, they all strutted out proudly at first. Some even dreamed of latching onto a capable man or noble to live luxuriously.
But those men were picky about women—especially demanding virginity. So no wealthy, talented man would take a former maid as a wife.
Once outside, they faced every hardship imaginable. Most who decided to leave were naive about the world. After tasting the buildings, food, and labor out there, they shuddered and returned. Usually the 1- or 2-year maids.
"How many days do you think it'll take this time before they kneel and beg the Master?"
"Tomorrow, maybe?"
"Five left, and you think they'll be back that fast?"
"We're at war right now. Even outside the territory, people are starving. Once reality hits that hard, they'll come running. They might be on their way already."
"Tsk tsk. So foolish. They have to learn the hard way."
"I get them, though. Sometimes hearing outside rumors makes you wanna leave too."
"Oh? So if you got the chance, Nepia, would you go?"
"......No way. I know how horrific it is out there. What about Melissa sis?"
"I'm happy with life here. Short trips are one thing, but I couldn't live out there. I don't think I could even adapt."
"Nella?"
Nella, who had been sitting quietly in the bath, glanced at Melissa before closing her eyes.
"...I'll stay here. It's easier."
"Nella, I'll pamper you forever, so don't worry."
"Yes, Lady Melissa."
"Yuria sis... Oh, right, amnesia."
"The head maid's obvious. I'd say my place is by the Master's side."
"Yeah, that sounds exactly like something you'd say, Yuria sis."
"......"
Yuria sat silently and closed her eyes. No memories meant she couldn't respond to talk of the past. And Sung Yu-jin had been lingering in her mind since earlier.
???
"Nepia, do I really have to wear this?"
"You're going to the Master's room, so yes. He'll like it better that way."
Yuria blushed as she stared at her reflection in the full-length mirror.
It was a maid outfit—but more exposed than covered. The skirt barely clung to her hips, so short that even standing still, the center of her black thong peeked out. Her thighs were fully bared.
The top was no better. Sleeveless, exposing her underarms; no fabric over her midriff, leaving her navel and the undersides of her breasts on display. One vigorous move, and her nipples would pop free.
"Sis, I've got mansion duties, so I'm off. The Master's bedroom is next door—go in when you're ready."
Before Yuria could reply, Nepia slipped out the door. Panicking, Yuria turned back to the mirror. No matter the angle, she looked like a slutty whore. One step forward, and the skirt fluttered up, flashing her ass. Blood rushed to her face.
A normal maid outfit would be... But Nepia said the Master would like this...
After over five minutes of hesitation, Yuria steeled herself and stepped into the hall. Confirming it empty, she tiptoed to the next door.
Standing before Sung Yu-jin's bedroom, her heart pounded like it might burst. Her trembling hand knocked.
Knock knock knock.
"M-Master. It's Yuria."
"Come in."
His voice answered. Yuria opened the door and entered. The bright ceiling lights felt annoyingly revealing.
Sung Yu-jin, lounging on the bed in nothing but a robe, widened his eyes at the sight of her before grinning.
"You look gorgeous. Just my type. Come here."
"Th-Thank you, Master..."
Yuria shuffled over and sat beside him on the bed as he indicated. He was right there, half-naked under the robe. His scent filled her nostrils. Her racing heart left her flustered.
Sung Yu-jin draped his left arm over her shoulder. Startled, Yuria froze, unsure what to do. A tingle shot through her lower belly, heat building.
"Your breathing's heavy. Did you work out or something?"
"N-No."
"Good. Then we can get to the point?"
"The point..."
"Yuria. I've got old records to jog your memory. All prepared."
"Ah..."
Sung Yu-jin picked up the remote. A rollable monitor descended from the front wall. It flickered on, playing a video in startlingly vivid quality.
A nude girl appeared—silver hair cascading down, blue eyes. Yuria knew instantly it was her younger self.
-Let's begin.
A boy's voice spoke. Yuria recognized young Sung Yu-jin right away. On-screen, child Yuria's cheeks flushed faintly beneath her expressionless face as she spoke.
-I'm Yuria Grace. Exclusive maid to Master Eugene Prokus, undergoing training. Today, I'm learning how to masturbate for the Master.
Yuria's mouth fell open. That was her past self, unremembered. Strange, yet familiar. An odd feeling.
-That's right. But first... let's check how much you've grown.
-Yes, Master.
A small hand appeared, groping young Yuria's body here and there.
-You've grown a bit taller. About 3cm? Breasts are bigger... Hips grew the most. The super vitamins are working great. Now, let's compare pubes.
Young Sung Yu-jin entered the frame, naked like her.
Yuria swallowed. She focused intently on his childish body. He was shorter than young Yuria.
-I grew 0.2cm. You?
-...About 0.4cm.
-Really? Let's check.
-Ah...
Young Sung Yu-jin boldly touched her privates. Yuria, glued to the screen, clamped her thighs together unconsciously. Part of her wished he'd touched hers too. Then his hand softly stroked her thigh.
"Eut."
"Don't like it?"
"N-No, it's not that."
His touch grew bolder, sliding higher up her thigh.
Yuria trembled but didn't resist. Refusing would bring back that expression from earlier. She never wanted to see it again. And truthfully, she didn't hate it.
-Yuria. Sit on the bed. Spread your legs.
-Like this?
-Wider. So I can see your pussy clearly.
-Yes.
Sung Yu-jin paused the video and shifted slightly away from her.
"Yuria. To recall your old memories, act like you did back then. Follow the you on screen."
"L-Like that..."
"Don't you want your memories back?"
"...I do. I'll do as you say, Master."
"Ah, don't undress. Waste to take it off so soon after putting it on. Just shift the panties aside."
"...Yes."
In front of him, Yuria spread her legs. She hesitated, but his silent gaze urged her on. Finally, she hooked her finger into the center of the black panties covering her pussy.
Sticky. It was already soaked with her juices.
My heart... it's going to explode...
Her finger moved. The panties shifted aside. Cool air hit her hot pussy. Yuria shuddered like she'd been shocked, her pulsing folds leaking nectar.
"Yuria. Look closely at the screen. Your kid pussy versus now. Quite different, huh?"
Sung Yu-jin kindly held up a hand mirror to reflect it.
Yuria's eyes darted side to side, comparing the on-screen pussy to the mirror's image.
They were different.
Similar color, but shape and size were worlds apart. The reflected one had more pronounced labia minora, a stiffly erect clit. Longer, thicker pubes. Above all, the hole throbbed like a living thing, spewing fluids.
"It's gotten so ugly..."
"What are you talking about? Your pussy's been the most beautiful, past and present."
Sung Yu-jin resumed playback.
-No insertion masturbation. You could tear your hymen with a finger. Your virginity's mine later. So no fingering.
-Yes, Master. Then what kind?
-Clit masturbation. You know where the clit is from last time, right?
-Yes. But I don't know how. Teach me directly, Master.
-Just once, so memorize it well.
-Hng... Nng, ahn...
The small hand of young Sung Yu-jin began rubbing young Yuria's pussy—palming the whole thing before zeroing in on the clit.
As Yuria's left hand mimicked it toward her own pussy, Sung Yu-jin's hand caught her left wrist.
"Oops. Guess I taught you at first. Stick to the screen... Yuria, it's okay if I touch your pussy?"
"...Yes. It's fine. To recall memories, better to follow exactly... Please, Master."
"Trust me. But... you didn't take off this ring?"
Sung Yu-jin gently stroked the ring on her left ring finger.
"No. It felt important."
"......"
Sung Yu-jin fell silent, then looked at her seriously.
"Yuria. There's something about our relationship I need to tell you."
"I know. I was your exclusive maid and head maid here. No memory, but everyone says so."
"There was more—a relationship others didn't know. I was nobility, you a commoner, so we hid it."
"......!"
Yuria gasped. Her lips quivered. Heart pounding in anticipation—then frustratingly, Sung Yu-jin went quiet and placed his hand on her pussy. Just stroking with his fingers, and it gushed happily.
"Haaang! M-Master. Tell me. What were we...?"
"You and I... we were married. That ring on your left ring finger is proof. Our stations forced us to hide it."
"R-Really... That's why it feels... hauk... so good, Master...! Hngut!"
"Yuria. When we were alone, you called me 'honey.' Call me that."
"Y-Yes, h-honey... aaang!"
The moment Yuria called him "honey," something burst in her chest. Her mind flashed white-hot.
Somehow on her back now, she panted hot breaths, lips smacking slackly, eyes unfocused as she gazed at Sung Yu-jin.
"Honey..."