Chapter 1288

<Chapter 1288> 1288. The Plum Swordmaster Reincarnated Into a Count’s Family

I descended with Silly. Since dinner was approaching, we couldn’t keep going at it forever. Though it was regrettable, I decided to see her off today. Having crossed that line already, there’d be no hesitation in getting physical again tomorrow.

I turned my head to the side. There she was—Silly holding my hand as we went down the stairs. Her face was flushed red, and she gazed blankly into the air.

It seemed the pain from her first time hadn’t fully subsided yet, for every now and then, she flinched slightly.

My eyes moved downward. Her long skirt came into view. With no time for cleanup, her panties underneath were surely sticky with the semen flowing out of her womanhood by now. Of course, the inside of her skirt must’ve been vibrating with lewd scents.

“Silly.”

“Yes, y-yes!”

“Would it be alright if I came to meet you tomorrow morning?”

“W-well of course! I’d always welcome the Count.”

“That’s a relief.”

I glanced around. Confirming no one was nearby, I kissed Silly. Naturally, my tongue found its way into her mouth.

“Haaah… Unn…”

We kissed for a while on the staircase. Silly’s face grew even redder. Without exchanging words, we continued our descent. Servants bustled about, and Kyle stood near the mansion entrance. As soon as he spotted us, he approached.

“Jewgen, Silly! Are you done touring the mansion?”

“Ahh, Kyle. Silly enjoyed herself too. I invited her to stay for dinner, but apparently, her family is waiting for her. So, I thought I’d send her home by carriage.”

Kyle looked at Silly’s face and seemed surprised. She no longer carried the aura of an innocent maiden but exuded the vibe of a married woman who knew men.

“Silly, your face is awfully red. Is something wrong with your body?”

“It’s f-fine, I’m fine!”

Silly had spoken casually to Kyle before quickly switching to formal speech after catching my eye. I pretended not to notice and said to Kyle,

“We shared some wine earlier.”

“Is that so? Silly doesn’t seem to handle alcohol well. Silly, let me escort you home.”

“I can go alone.”

Silly glanced nervously at me.

“Kyle, please accompany Silly in the carriage. I feel uneasy sending her back alone. Silly, see you later.”

I entrusted Silly to Kyle and turned away.

“Ahh… Lord Count! Thank you so much today!”

I smiled and waved goodbye to her.

Clatter clatter.

The swaying carriage interior was silent.

Kyle pretended to look out the window while observing Silly. Being a carriage ride novice, she appeared restless. She kept glancing outside the window and held her lower abdomen with both hands. Kyle felt an inexplicable unease from her behavior.

“Silly.”

“Eep, what?!”

“Why so startled?”

“Oh, just lost in thought for a moment.”

“How was the festival today? Did you enjoy yourself?”

“It was wonderful. This was the most fun I’ve ever had.”

Silly happily replied with a smile.

Kyle relaxed a little.

He fidgeted with his pants pocket using his only right hand. He could feel the small box inside. His original plan was to propose to Silly before leaving the mansion, but Jewgen’s appearance disrupted everything.

‘Should I propose now…?’

Silly’s demeanor caught his attention. Ever since then, she hadn’t focused on him; her mind seemed elsewhere entirely.

As Kyle hesitated, the carriage kept moving and soon arrived at Silly’s house. After stepping out, Silly thanked Kyle.

“Kyle, thank you so much today. Thanks to you, I got to tour Lord Prukas’ mansion… I’ll probably never forget this day.”

“Silly…”


It was over. Silly, paying no mind to Kyle’s reaction, had entered the house after opening the door.

“Hey, Kyle. See you tomorrow at the Volcano Sect.”

Bang.

The door closed.

Kyle squeezed his eyes shut. He had ultimately failed to propose. While trying hard to erase the images of Eugene and Silly in his mind, he returned to the Volcano Sect.

“Lord Kyle.”

A knight training at the Volcano Sect approached him during a break.

“What’s wrong?”

“Did things not go well at the festival? It’s been a week since the festival ended, yet your expression isn’t good. Did you fight with Silly?”

“It’s not that.”

“Silly seems happy, so maybe it is something like that. Things didn’t go well at the festival, huh?”

“…….”

Kyle couldn’t refute it. The knight was right; his plans hadn’t worked out.

“I know it’s none of my business regarding Lord Kyle’s affairs. But seeing Lord Kyle lately makes it hard for me to stay quiet. Lord Kyle… only the brave can claim a beautiful woman. Don’t be afraid.”

“Am I afraid…?”

“Aren’t you scared of being rejected if you propose? That’s how I felt when I proposed to my current wife. I barely slept due to anxiety. But once I actually proposed, it turned out to be nothing. Remember Sir Bellich? He kept delaying his proposal and ended up losing the lady to another man… Well, ‘losing’ might be a strong word. Maybe ‘missed’ is better?”

“But Sir Bellich has a wife now.”

“That was before meeting his current wife. And Lord Kyle, don’t you have an insurance plan even if you fail?”

“Insurance?”

“I heard there’s someone you’re engaged to. If things don’t work out with Silly, you can always marry her, right?”

“Are you talking about Barryen? Barryen and I don’t suit each other. Some guy more suited for her will probably come along eventually.”

“Hmm. I see. Since Lord Kyle’s engagement is tied to family matters, it’s hard for me to say much. Anyway, what I’m saying is that hesitation can cause you to miss opportunities. Take action. When we practice the Plum Blossom Sword Technique, Lord Kyle always tells us not to act like cowards but to just try, right?”

“Yeah. I should just try. I can’t act like a coward…”

Kyle resolved himself. He couldn’t keep agonizing over this forever.

“Lord Kyle, if you want to find Silly, try going to the watermill on the western outskirts.”

“Watermill?”

“Lately, Silly works at the mill during the day. She works with Martina… her mother, I think.”

“Thanks.”

After thanking the knight, Kyle changed his clothes. Knowing Silly’s mother would be there, he dressed more neatly. Then, he headed toward the watermill.

The area around the watermill was quiet. Only the sound of the waterwheel turning could be heard. Kyle hesitated several times as he walked toward the mill. Now that he was about to propose to Silly, his body tensed up and trembled.

Plop, plop-plop, plop-plop-plop.

As Kyle got closer to the watermill, the pounding sounds grew louder. Just as he tried to calm his mind by focusing on the soothing sound, he noticed something strange.

“Ah, ah! His tongue is too deep…!”

“Aah! It feels so good…! It’s so hard! Hnnn!”

Kyle froze in place. He felt all the blood draining from his body. A chill ran down his spine, and cold sweat dripped from his forehead. He suppressed his breathing as much as possible, trying not to make a sound.

He cautiously approached the mill, ignoring his racing heart, and peeked through the window.

“Aaaahhhhh!”

“Aaah! My lord! I’m about to… I’m about to…!”

Inside, three people were entangled naked on a desk.

A man lay on the desk, with a woman in her 30s straddling his face, screaming as she rocked her hips. Her breasts swayed wildly.

Another young woman sat on top of the man’s penis, grinding her hips vigorously. Thud-thud! Her movements were as powerful as the nearby millstone. She also had large breasts that jiggled dramatically.

When Kyle recognized their faces, he nearly collapsed from shock.

‘Silly! And Silly’s mother, Martina…!’

“Aaaaahh! Oh! Aaaaahhh! Go on… go onnnn!”

“Silly… hnngh… together… togetheraaaaahhhh!”

The mother and daughter reached their climax simultaneously, squirting fluids.

Kyle felt waves of nausea rising but couldn’t tear his eyes away from them.

Silly’s face looked nothing like her usual innocent self. Her eyes were glazed over…


The scene unfolds as mouths open wide and tongues are thrust out, saliva dripping uncontrollably. Pleasure takes complete control, reducing them to animalistic instincts.

Silvia’s mother, Martina, is no different. With a lewd expression surpassing her daughter’s, she grinds her buttocks against the man’s face.

“Man…! Who is this man?!”

Kail stares at the man’s head. Hidden beneath Martina, his face remains obscured. However, his rare black hair catches Kail’s attention—hair identical to his own.

Kail clenches his fists tightly. An unbelievable thought crosses his mind.

“It can’t be. Eugene, the Count of Prucus, wouldn’t possibly be here.”

Just then, they change positions. Silvia lies down on the desk while Martina climbs on top of her. Their large breasts press together, squishing under the weight of their arousal. Abandoning all ethics, they chase carnal pleasure like wild beasts, their lips locking and tongues intertwining.

The man slowly rises to his feet.

Kail bites his lip hard. The man turns out to be Eugene Prucus, his younger brother. Stepping down, Eugene watches the mother-daughter display with a sly grin.

“How heartwarming to see you two getting along so well. Especially how your clitorises seem to be clinging to each other. You’re both soaked already… who should I give it to first?”

Martina moves first, spreading her ass wide with her hands behind her back, exposing her vagina openly.

“My Lord! Please enter me! Silvia was just enjoying your majesty!”

“No, not her! My vagina is younger and tighter! Please, my Lord, take me instead! I beg you!”

“Silvia! How dare you?!”

“But Mother, you’ve been sleeping with the Count for years now! Let me have this time!”

“Silvia! Are you serious?!”

Their voices rise in competition.

Unable to bear it any longer, Eugene steps in.

“Now, now, calm down. We have plenty of time, so let’s avoid fighting.”

Eugene starts by thrusting into Martina’s vagina.

“Haaaaaang! It’s coming…!”

He slowly withdraws and inserts himself into Silvia’s vagina below.

“Huuuuuuh! Just the feel of the Count’s cock makes me want to cum again… Aaaah!”

Chop-chop-chop!

Eugene alternates between the mother and daughter’s vaginas, pounding them rhythmically.

Kail grits his teeth. Unable to witness the spectacle any further, he flees the watermill. Stumbling through the quiet streets, he collapses onto the ground. Crawling on all fours like a dog, he vomits uncontrollably.

“Uuuuaaaagh!”

A whirlpool of emotions—anger, disgust, sadness—swirls in his mind. After regurgitating for some time, he calms slightly but feels an overwhelming surge of lust rising in his loins. His groin swells, though it pales in comparison to Eugene’s size. Overcome with despair, Kail trudges toward the Volcano Sect.

“Hey there, big bro.”

From a house that looks more like ruins emerges a woman with sunken cheeks and brown hair. Her clothes are half-torn, revealing sagging breasts with unusually large dark nipples standing erect. Between her emaciated thighs, her darkened vulva becomes visible.

At a glance, Kail knows what she is—a cheap prostitute, likely in her early 40s, too undesirable even for the brothel.

“You look stressed, huh? Your face is kinda my type. I’ll service you for 10,000 ner. What do you say?”

Under normal circumstances, Kail would have ignored her and walked away.

But now, consumed by intense sexual desire, the earlier scene replays in his mind over and over. He wants desperately to release these feelings. If he doesn’t, he fears succumbing to madness once again.

“…I don’t have money right now…”

“What’s in your pocket, then?”

Kail pulls out a box from his pocket—a ring intended for Silvia.

Greed flickers in the prostitute’s eyes.

“Give that to me, and I’ll give you extra service. Oral’s possible… anal too… and other plays if you’re interested.”

Kail tosses the ring to her. It’s useless to him now, nothing more than trash.

Delighted, the prostitute strips off her tattered clothes and spreads her legs toward Kail. Her abyss-like depths exude a sharp, foul odor. Despite his hesitation, Kail staggers closer.

The pitch-black vagina beckons him.