Chapter 1320

<Chapter 1320> 1320. The Plum Swordmaster Reincarnated Into a Viscount Family

Without hesitation, I leapt over the white mansion’s fence.

My plan was simple: kill the owner. And if there’s a decent girl around, take advantage of her. That’s been my MO in this dream world for who-knows-how-long.

I kicked open the mansion door and stormed inside. KABOOM! The crash echoed as two residents rushed to the entrance.

“I’ll just rest here for a bit… huh?”

As I swung my Flowery Lotus Blade, my eyes widened in surprise.

“What the… huh?”

“Looks like we have an uninvited guest.”

A short red twin-tailed woman and a tall, elegant lady with long blue hair and blue eyes stood before me—Charneil and Priscilla.

“Wh-what are you doing here?!”

“I couldn’t leave you alone; seeing you recognize me confirms you’re the real Charneil. And you over there…”

Priscilla Lipdas stared at me calmly, her expression unreadable.

“It’s been a while. Charneil has told me everything. You came to rescue me, didn’t you? Thank you. And thank you for protecting Charneil. I will repay you someday—I swear it on Priscilla Lipdas’ name.”

It was really her.

Should I consider meeting her here lucky? Or unlucky since it took so long? Shaking off those thoughts, I asked Priscilla:

“If a dragon swears by their name, I can trust that. It seems you understand the situation. But why are you still here?”

“There’s no exit.”

“Huh?”

“Charneil and I reunited half a month ago. Thanks to her, I woke from my slumber and understood our predicament. But there’s no way out. We’ve searched the dream world together, but found nothing. Now we’re resting here while preparing some work.”

“Yuria said you’d escape the moment you woke up…”

“It seems she made a mistake. That’s plausible. Theory and practice differ after all… Besides, has Yuria even entered this dream world herself?”

Everyone makes mistakes. Even Yuria isn’t immune, though her error rate is close to zero.

“Sigh. Things got complicated.”

In the worst case, I might spend years trapped in this dream world.

‘But if I can romance Priscilla, maybe it’s not so bad… considering time flows differently here anyway…’

As I thought this, a solution came to mind.

Even within the dream world, I can end this game. If I summon Yuria in reality, explain the situation, and ask for help, she’ll surely find a way out.

‘The easiest solution would be for Yuria to capture Bezel, the creator of this dream world, and the Demon of Dreams… but even Yuria might need time.’

I stepped into the mansion. Charneil crossed her arms, squeezing her large chest unnecessarily, glaring at me with irritation. She clearly wasn’t happy about my arrival.

“What’s wrong? Lighten up.”

“…Your presence here means you don’t trust me.”

“It’s not about trusting you—it’s about feeling uneasy. And as expected, my hunch was right.”

“What do you mean ‘right’? We met the master, so there’s no issue. We just need to find the exit.”

“Finding the exit is the problem. You know how vast this world is, right?”

This world could be larger than a continent. Finding an exit in such an expansive space is like searching for a needle in a desert.

“It would be tough if we searched aimlessly.”

Charneil grinned confidently.

“……Do you actually have a method to find the exit?”

“We’re working on a detection magic device with Master. Not the entire world—we can’t cover that—but we’re aiming for something big enough to scan at least one kingdom.”

“Is that even possible?”

Priscilla answered.

“It is. Didn’t I mention we were preparing for this work? In fact, the preparations are almost done. All that’s left is development. The device should be ready in less than half a month.”

“A detection magic powerful enough to cover a whole kingdom—can that really be built so quickly? Last time, Yuria spent days developing a new magic tool…”


Yuria approached the crafting of magical artifacts with meticulous care. Simple artifacts, like ones that generate fire or chill food, could be made in mere hours, but powerful combat-ready artifacts required months at the very least.

“Hmph. Don’t compare me to that maid. Do you know who I am?”

“…A Dragon. Yes. The progenitor of magic, a Dragon, no less an Ancient Dragon… Even so, isn’t it too fast to create a kingdom-covering artifact in just half a month?”

Honestly, I couldn’t help but think Yuria might be better than even the Dragon, the progenitor of magic.

“Creating something from scratch would take years… no, decades even for me. But since this exploration artifact is based on pre-existing spells, the key lies in the materials.”

“Materials? You got them from the dream world… Can we really use those?”

“Items from this world are tied to specific locations. They vanish if moved out of their designated area.”

“Yeah, I know. People disappear too. So what materials did you get? This place looks like there’s nothing here.”

“Dragon Heart.”

“…What? How is that here?”

“It’s my late mother’s heart. I retrieved it from its seal offshore.”

“And this is also where I first met my master.”

Sharneil interjected proudly. She gazed at the mansion with a wistful look before glaring daggers at me when she noticed the broken door.

“…Why was the Dragon Heart sealed offshore?”

“My mother’s final wish. She asked for it to stay in the sea until needed.”

“…Is there another Dragon Heart in reality?”

“Hey!”

Sharneil lunged at me and smacked my ribs after catching my implication. I retaliated by slapping her chest.

“There’s none left. It’s already been used—half went to Sharneil, the other half for my research. This place used to be my residence and lab.”

“So… you gave half the Dragon Heart to Sharneil? Did you have some leverage over her?”

“You bastard…!”

Sharneil aimed for my groin. No way I’d let that happen. I struck first using my speed and hit her privates.

“Ugh!”

Sharneil collapsed, clutching her lady parts. Just as a man’s jewels are weak points, so are a woman’s privates.

Priscilla looked at us with exasperation.

“Wow, your relationship seems to have improved quite a bit.”

“We’re pretty close.”

I’ve already bedded Sharneil. And I plan to do so again today.

“Sharneil had an incurable disease. Left untreated, she wouldn’t have lived past eight.”

“…So the Dragon Heart?”

“I was curious. Whether her incurable disease could be cured by the Dragon Heart or not—it was an experiment.”

Priscilla said coldly. But I sensed it was a lie. Even a greedy dragon wouldn’t give away half its heart for some random kid just for experimentation, right?

“Ah, I see. That’s new information.”

This detail wasn’t mentioned in the original story. Not surprising though; authors can’t fit every character backstory into the main plot.

“Anyway, I’ll be staying here too, right? Let me stay as well.”

“Sure. You’ll need to come along anyway.”

“S-Sensei! No way! You know how perverted and stupid he is! At least keep him outside the mansion!”

“Sharneil, your mouth has gotten quite rude. There’s only two of you here with the real me. It’s better if you stick together.”

“But Sensei, you’re real too!”

“Technically, it’s different. You two have physical bodies, while I’m just a spirit. Besides, he’s my benefactor. I can’t mistreat him.”

“Grrr… Fine…”

Sharneil stomped her feet in frustration but eventually sighed and gave up under Priscilla’s gaze.

“Sharneil. Treat our guest to tea.”

“…Yes, Sensei.”

“Jin Fruckas, pick any vacant room upstairs that suits you.”

“Yes sir! Oh, where are you going, Priscilla-sama?”

“To the underground lab. I was in the middle of work before you arrived.”

“Ah, sorry for interrupting unintentionally. Take your time. I’ll entertain Sharneil. Need her anytime soon?”

Sharneil scowled, her face flushing red as she caught my meaning.

“I’m fine alone for now.”

“Work hard then.”

“……”

Priscilla headed down to the lab, clearly displeased with my attitude.

Back in the day, Priscilla was someone to tread carefully around. Now, however, she owes me a massive debt. Without me, she’d have become a sacrifice, and the world would’ve gone to hell because of the Demon King.

“Priscilla’s a nice dragon despite everything. I can afford to be rude. She won’t kill me over trivial things like this.”

I licked my lips, staring at Priscilla’s ample bosom and sturdy figure.

“You, you weirdo—”


Don’t think about it!”

“Perverted thoughts?”

“Don’t even think about attacking Master! You’re not worthy of someone like them!”

“You still don’t know. Your master and I have already done everything.”

“Lie, that’s a lie!”

“Don’t you believe me? I’ll tell you what kind of sex your master enjoys. Come on.”

“St-stop! Don’t hit my chest!”

“Your breasts just taste so damn good when struck strangely…”

I entered the living room with Sharneil. As she was about to fetch some snacks, I grabbed her and stripped her clothes off entirely.

“Ack! You, you’re really crazy?!”

“Don’t act surprised now. They’re already wet, aren’t they?”

“My master is… below!”

“It’s fine. It’s fine.”

I lifted Sharneil’s body onto the table. Her large breasts couldn’t resist gravity and fell to the sides. I grabbed her thighs and forcibly spread them into an M-shape. Her naturally hairless, pristine white vulva glistened with moisture.

I rubbed her vulva with my palm. The soft yet slick texture felt amazing. The firm presence of her clitoris could be felt.

“Aaahnnn…”

“Sharneil, do you know how much I’ve wanted you?”

“Don’t flirt with me…!”

“Why did I come here? It’s not because I didn’t trust you… I was worried about you. You’re mine now, aren’t you?”

At the end of my sentence, I plunged my finger into her vulva.

“Aaah!”

Sharneil gasped in surprise and quickly covered her mouth.

“Seriously, Sharneil. Only I can truly love these vulgar breasts of yours.”

“You made my breasts this way!”

“Exactly.”

Plop.

I inserted my cock into her thoroughly soaked vulva. Sharneil’s body twitched unexpectedly at the sudden timing.

“Aaaahh…!”

I climbed on top of her, naturally taking the missionary position.

“Sharneil, let’s kiss. Open your mouth.”

“Grrr…”

Sharneil furrowed her brows but opened her mouth anyway. Her neat teeth and pretty pink tongue were visible. I covered her mouth with mine. Sharneil’s tongue moved enthusiastically as I had taught her before.

“Hmm, ugh… Aah, tsk.”

I pounded her vulva with all my strength while kneading her overly large breasts that protruded sideways. Sharneil’s vulva felt tighter and wetter than the last time I entered her.

‘Has she been starving for almost a month without sex?’

For 10 minutes, I made Sharneil sticky and messy. I pulled my cock out of her fully soaked vulva with a ‘pop!’ sound, and white semen trickled from her stretched-out opening.

“Haaah, haaah… Haaak.”

Sharneil exhaled heavily, her face expressionless.

I quietly focused on my ki senses. I felt a gaze.

‘Did I imagine it? Maybe I can’t find it through ki sensing alone. Let’s try using Heavenly Eyes.’

A faint flow of mana appeared, leading underground.

‘Aha. Priscilla is watching with magic. Well, the table shaking and the noise must have been noticeable, so this works out.’

I approached Sharneil, who was still lying on the table. I reinserted my cock into her vulva, which hadn’t fully contracted yet.

Plop.

“Hhhggg?! Please… stop… let me rest a bit! Ahh! You’ve gone all the way in again…”

“Sharneil, I’m about to do the kind of sex your master likes… endure well. You might like it too since you’re surprisingly masochistic.”

“What? C-chok?! Kup?!”

I grabbed her neck with both hands. Sharneil panicked, flailing her arms and legs. Ignoring her resistance, I moved my hips. With her neck squeezed, her vulva tightened around me, secreting copious amounts of vaginal fluid.

I focused on the sensation in my hands while enjoying the tightness of her vulva. Throttling sex isn’t something I usually do, so I couldn’t afford to lose concentration. One mistake in controlling the force would lead to disaster.

“Gurk, chok! Ugh…!”

Bang! Boom! Bang!

Sharneil’s legs thrashed, hitting the table. Her legs alternated between spreading and closing, though they couldn’t completely close with me wedged between them.

Squeak squeak.

Her vulva gripped my cock tightly while continuously oozing arousal fluid.

Sharneil’s pupils rolled upward. Simultaneously, her vulva began to spasm. The grip became even stronger, feeling like her vagina was clutching my cock firmly.

‘Not yet.’

Her vulva leaked urine uncontrollably, and her tongue stuck out from her open mouth. I buried my cock deep inside her vulva and came. Her eyes rolled back as she passed out. Quickly releasing her neck, I checked her pulse. Fortunately, she had only fainted.

“Damn, I missed the timing because of my orgasm.”

I pulled my cock out of her relaxed vulva after she fainted. She was still leaking uncontrollably. Lying on the table like a dead frog, Sharneil presented quite a sight.

‘This isn’t enough to end things…’

I roughly cleaned the soiled table with a towel and plunged my cock deep into the unconscious Sharneil’s vulva. Then I bowed my upper body and buried my head in her large breasts. The familiar scent and touch filled me.

‘Ah, feels good!’