Chapter 1287

<1287th Episode> 1287. Reincarnation Pearl and the Plum Swordswoman of the Count’s Family

Shirley followed behind me with sparkling eyes. The paintings hung on the corridor walls and the ornamental vases were quite curious in appearance.

We eventually entered the study.

“So this is… Count’s study, huh!”

“It hasn’t been my study for very long.”

Shirley looked around the study in amazement. She couldn’t take her eyes off the high-class furniture and decorations she had never seen before.

“There are a lot of books on the bookshelf. Do you read a lot?”

“Most of them are spellbooks. I don’t read them; they’re ones my mother, who’s a mage, brought here.”

“Count, do mages really make water and drop fire?”

“An excellent mage can even cause earthquakes and wield lightning. Like this.”

I extended my palm. Psshhht! A spark of white light crackled on my palm. Shirley took a step back in shock but still stared at my hand with curiosity-filled eyes.

“So this is magic… It’s truly amazing.”

“Well, it’s kind of like magic. Shirley, since you seem interested in magic, how about I gift you a spellbook?”

“A, ah no! It’s fine. No one knows better than me that I could never become a mage.”

“In that case, maybe another book…”

“Count, to be honest, I can’t read. Even if you gave me a book, I wouldn’t be able to read it. So I’ll just accept your kindness.”

“Hmm. I was too thoughtless.”

For a moment, I forgot.

In this world, only an extremely small number of commoners know how to read. Most are illiterate.

I moved away from the bookshelf toward the corner. There was a recently installed refrigerator dedicated to beverages.

“There’s wine inside the transparent glass. Is it something for storing wine?”

“That’s right. The top section is for wine. The bottom is for other drinks. Would you care for a glass?”

I took out the wine and a goblet from the fridge. Pouring the wine into the goblet, I handed it to Shirley. Shirley took it and was surprised.

“The aroma is incredible! The wine I had last time didn’t have much scent…”

Surprisingly, commoners in this world often come across wine. Low-quality, cheap wine isn’t particularly hard to obtain. Of course, now that the war is ongoing, even common wine has become difficult to find.

“Take a sip.”

“Yes.”

Shirley took a sip of the wine. Her eyes widened.

“This is the most delicious wine I’ve ever tasted. Is it okay for me to drink such expensive wine?”

“Don’t worry about it. Wine is meant to be drunk.”

I intentionally didn’t mention the price of the wine. If Shirley knew the cost, she’d surely be shocked and fall over.

I held out my wine goblet to Shirley. After hesitating for a moment, she carefully raised hers. Clink. The glasses touched.

Right there, we emptied two bottles of wine. Shirley’s face turned slightly red as the alcohol started to affect her. Taking her by the hand, I led her elsewhere…


Gender-neutral Spirit-concept Na noticed the situation.

“Is this… a bathhouse? The water comes out automatically. Incredible.”

“Magic is convenient in many ways.”

Next, I brought her to my bedroom.

“Wow… the bed is huge. Looks like ten people could lay here and there’d still be space.”

“It’s a bed made by dwarves. Not just the size, but the feel is also excellent.”

“Lord… may I lie down?”

Sillia cautiously asked, which wasn’t something she’d usually say. It must be the wine’s effect.

“Of course. You can even jump on the bed if you want.”

“I won’t do that…”

Despite her words, she practically jumped onto the bed, rolling around before burying her face in the pillow and staying still.

Since it’d be troublesome if Sillia fell asleep, I approached her.

“Sillia.”

“Aaah! L-Lord!”

Sillia abruptly sat up, her face completely red and her eyes half-closed. She had almost fallen asleep.

“I-I’m sorry. I’ve caused offense again…”

“It’s fine. I won’t scold you for something this minor. Sillia, how about having dinner while you’re here?”

“Thank you for the offer, but… Mother and Elsy are at home. I need to return before dinner.”

“I see. Unfortunately, we can’t help it.”

“Yes. I should head back now…”

Sillia got off the bed. Was it because of the alcohol? She lost her balance and wobbled. I extended my hand and supported her waist as she was about to fall. Her large bosom lightly touched my body. The elastic and soft sensation of her breasts momentarily clouded my judgment, nearly causing me to lose control and pounce on her.

Just as I was about to remove my hand from her waist, Sillia suddenly hugged me, grabbing my waist with both hands and pulling me close.

“Sillia?”

“…Lord. I know about the relationship between you and Mother.”

“That… leaves me without an excuse. I couldn’t control my lust when I saw Martina. I took advantage of my position and defiled her.”

“No.”

“…What do you mean?”

“That you defiled Mother. ‘Defiled’ means it was forced, right? But the face I saw on Mother… it wasn’t the face of a woman being raped. Mother enjoyed her time with you.”

Sillia looked directly into my eyes while saying this, her gaze filled with certainty.

“…Sillia. You don’t despise your mother, do you?”

“How could I? I still love Mother. I understand her feelings. That’s why… I envy her.”

“What…?”

“Lord. Can’t it be me instead of Mother? I’m confident I can do better than her.”

“…”

Sillia’s reaction was unexpected. According to the plan, I would need a few more days to seduce her. Should I call this a pleasant miscalculation?

“Sillia. Are you serious?”

“…Yes! I’ve never been anything but sincere toward you, Lord!”

My hands gripped her waist. My right hand moved upward, cupping her large breast, while my left hand traveled downward, caressing her buttocks.

Indeed, they are mother and daughter. It felt similar to holding Martina—scent, body shape, etc. However, she possessed the youthful elasticity that Martina lacked.

“Ahh… hehe…”

“Sillia. I cannot reciprocate your feelings.”

“I know. There’s a difference in status between Lord and me. I don’t even desire the position of a concubine. I just… want to be held by Lord.”

“If that’s your will…”

I kissed her. Being inexperienced, she stiffened and didn’t move. I began by gently rubbing her lips and moving my tongue.

Only then did she awkwardly respond to the kiss. Perhaps due to the wine earlier, her lips and tongue tasted sweet.

While kissing, I slowly removed her clothes. The sound of fabric brushing against skin always sounded sensual.

And finally, down to the last piece…


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