Chapter 1302

<Chapter 1302> 1302. The Plum Swordmaster Reincarnated Into a Count’s Family

I headed towards the large tent with Scarlett. There, the captured Leonah and her knights were held.

I took a look around the massive tent. It was so big that even if 100 people entered, there would still be plenty of room.

The 20 captured female knights were naked, tied up with ropes hanging from the walls and ceiling. Their thighs and calves were bound, their arms fixed behind their backs, exposing their breasts and privates in a humiliating posture.

They had all already been selected once and were indeed all beauties.

And at the center knelt on her knees with her hands and feet bound, Leonah Deycard, Duchess. Of course, she too was naked.

I scanned over Leonah’s body with a pleased gaze. Her head was bowed, her long golden hair cascading down like sunlight.

Lowering my gaze further revealed her breasts pressed against the floor. They were as big as soccer balls—like having two soccer balls strapped to her chest. Her nipples were a pinkish hue and rather large. If she bent over just a little more, her breasts would touch her thighs.

Unfortunately, her abdomen was hidden by her chest. However, I could tell through her sides that she had no excess fat.

Between her white thighs, thick golden pubic hair grew abundantly. This wasn’t unusual; in this world, there was no culture of grooming such areas. Even in modern Korea, it’s not exactly mainstream either.

Scarlett and I shed our clothes, stripping completely down to enjoy the coolness.

We approached Leonah.

I grabbed her by the hair and lifted her head. Leonah’s eyes were closed. Slowly, she opened her eyelids, her golden irises locking onto mine. Her pupils trembled, betraying the fear she tried so hard to hide.

“Wow.”

I let out an exclamation. Leonah’s beauty surpassed what I had imagined—it was akin to a masterpiece sculpted by a legendary artist who poured his entire life into it. That kind of beautiful.

“Leonah Deycard, Duchess. Do you understand your situation? If you have anything to say, go ahead. I’ll hear you out.”

Her gaze shifted downward, landing on my erect member right in front of her face. It was especially aroused today, its tip almost touching my navel, its surface flushed with veins.

‘Kuh… Kill me… That’s what she’ll say, right?’

She shattered my expectations beautifully.

“Lord Eugene Fruckas. I’ve heard rumors about you. They say that anyone you capture, whether male or female, becomes a slave.”

“To waste war trophies would be a shame.”

“I’ve also heard that men become slave soldiers and women become prostitutes.”

“So? You want me to kill you because you don’t want to live a wretched life?”

“…Please spare me. I wish to live, even if it means living humbly.”

“This is surprising. Wouldn’t death be easier?”

“That may be true for those without ability. But I possess skills. And I have beauty. Count…”


To my lord, I swear eternal loyalty. Please take me as your spirit maiden.”

What a fascinating woman this was.

In this war, about 120,000 humans have died from both sides combined. Around 50,000 from my side and 70,000 from Leona’s forces.

Well, that’s not the issue here. Dead soldiers? Just replenish them. Promote slave-soldiers to regulars and convert captured prisoners into slave-soldiers. It’s absurd, but surprisingly effective. The treatment of slave-soldiers is so poor that even getting promoted to regular soldier boosts their morale significantly.

“Hmph, bolder than I thought. So this is Solpmed’s Sun, huh? Your citizens must sigh at the sight of you. And your knights standing behind you seem quite disappointed already?”

“Milord, I’ve never once called myself ‘Solpmed’s Sun.’ It’s merely a nickname given by some dimwitted individuals.”

“You used that nickname, didn’t you?”

As I said that, I subtly shifted my gaze sideways. Scarlett stood expressionless, calm and composed. As she had mentioned earlier, Leona did share some similarities with Scarlett.

I placed my foot on Leona’s thigh. Slowly, it crept up toward her crotch. The tips of my toes brushed against her golden pubic hair—fine and long, it felt surprisingly soft.

My foot moved upward, teasing her soccer-ball-sized breasts before finally reaching her face. Gently pressing down, my sole grazed her cheek. This wasn’t about force; it was purely for humiliation.

“Lick it. Prove this eternal loyalty you speak of.”

Without hesitation, Leona opened her mouth and extended her tongue to lick my foot. I smirked as I watched her, then lowered my foot. She stopped too.

“I said lick.”

“…Yes, milord.”

Leona bowed deeply, pressing her head against the floor. Her enormous breasts squished against her thighs, spilling out to the sides. She kissed my instep and began licking my foot without being told, even going so far as to clean between my toes.

Truly an impressive woman.

At that moment, the tent flap opened.

“What… what is this?! Why did you call me here?!”

Charneal entered the tent and froze upon seeing the scene.

“Since today is such a fine day, I thought I’d reward you. Your performance yesterday was quite impressive.”

Yesterday.

After killing the enemy Arch Mage Halgiris, Charneal excelled in magical bombardment. Thanks to her, things became much easier.

“You’re insane.”

Charneal trembled as she stared at the chained maidens hanging on the walls. Smiling, I approached her. She clenched her eyes shut tightly, then reopened them—determination evident in her gaze. She clearly anticipated something like this would happen eventually.

Originally, I planned to take her much earlier, but kept postponing until now.

“Not everything goes according to your plan.”

“It is.”

“You want to ravage me and see me scream, don’t you?”

“Caught me.”

“I will never submit to you like those other women!”

With a venomous look, Charneal stripped right there. Naked, her face flushed red, yet her eyes remained defiant.

I understood her intent.

Not rape, but consensual seduction.

She wanted to make it clear this wasn’t her being violated—it was her taking control.

I stood directly in front of her. Shorter than me, she looked up while I leaned down to meet her gaze.

“I’ll never surrender to you like the others.”

“Yeah… yeah.”

Gently, I embraced her. Surprisingly tender, the action left Charneal bewildered. Still holding her, I sat down and positioned her sideways atop my thighs before kissing her. With her massive chest, a frontal kiss proved difficult. The height difference strained my neck.


Body: This is the best way to kiss Sharanel.

“Huuuuh?!”

Sharanel’s eyes widen into perfect circles. Her arms flail about in the air, unsure what to do, before she gently grabs my shoulders.

I move my lips like I’m devouring something, kissing her aggressively. I steal her breath and swirl my tongue inside her mouth.

“Gleep… Grrr…”

Sharanel trembles uncontrollably. She keeps her eyes open, as if resisting something, allowing me to see their increasingly hazy gaze.

By the way, this is Sharanel’s first kiss. Until now, these small lips were specialized only in sucking my manhood.

While sucking on Sharanel’s tongue, I fondle her large breasts. The feel of her melon-sized chest is simply amazing. After kissing for a while, I pull away from her lips.

“Hek… Whoaahh…”

Sharanel stands there with a dazed expression, her body trembling. I grab her nipples with both hands and twist them.

“Kyaaah!”

Sharanel’s pupils roll slightly upward. I can feel warm liquid on my thighs where her hips are perched.

I embrace her from behind as she pants in ecstasy. While licking her neck, I softly massage her large bosom with both hands.

“Ahh, Aaaang…!”

She’s much more sensitive than usual.

The strategy of treating her gently after usually being rough seems to be working.

I signal to Scarlett, who nods slightly and begins her approach. Walking model-like in her long strides, she approaches Leonora and says,

“Leonora Dakerd. If you truly wish to become my lord’s vassal… please suck my clitoris.”

“…Scarlett Bunclou. Why should I do that?”

“It’s my lord’s will.”

“……”

Leonora looks at me for confirmation before opening her mouth and covering Scarlett’s privates. Scarlett’s body twitches.

Squish, slurp. Squish.

The sound of how hard she’s sucking is audible even from here.

Scarlett’s breathing becomes rough. She thrusts her hips forcefully into Leonora’s face. Then, with a faint smile, she shudders delicately through her climax before stepping back. Shaken by the aftermath, she struggles to maintain balance on her wobbly legs.

Leonora shows no change. Her lips remain tightly closed. However, her face is a mess—sticky from vaginal fluid, with a few strands of Scarlett’s crimson pubic hair stuck around her mouth. There’s an oddly alluring quality to her soiled visage.

Scarlett unties the ropes binding Leonora’s limbs.

“I trust you won’t do anything unnecessary.”

“Is this really the end? What else should I do?”

“You must do whatever my lord commands.”

Scarlett pushes Leonora down. As Leonora lies confused on the floor, realization hardens her expression. Scarlett forcibly spreads her legs and presses her own vagina against Leonora’s, crossing their legs. Pussy kisses pussy.

Soon, Scarlett begins moving her hips. Pussy rubs against pussy. The act grows increasingly intense, eventually producing sticky sounds. White foam forms between their vaginas, impossible to tell whose juices they are—perhaps a mix of both.

Watching them grind makes my dick spring upright. Unable to contain myself, I push Sharanel onto her back. Grabbing her pelvis, I forcefully thrust my erection into her clenched virgin pussy.

The stretched maiden pussy bleeds.

“Uuuut, Haaaaaaaang!”

Sharanel’s scream is filled more with pleasure than pain.