Reincarnated as a Son of the Sword Saint and the Sage



It had been a week since I had my first ménage à quatre. It was absolutely heavenly since my partners were Mother, Mom, and Gabrielle, and it was the best sexual intercourse I had done so far. 

After Gabrielle, I then banged Uriel the next night at our main mansion covertly; it was a foursome with Mom and Mother, of course. The next night was then my turn to pound Lucy. 

But there was something that I noticed as we did wild nights. Out of all my clones, it seemed that Mom and Mother had been so fond of Gabrielle. It is not that they did not take a liking to Uriel or Lucy; they were just showing their most affection for Gabrielle. 

Since they were giving warm regards to Gabrielle, we did a few foursomes with her this past week. No, we had done it every night after Lucy. So my nights had been getting better to a certain extent. 

My clones were the only ones among my harem that my two mothers had slept with due to the fact that they possessed the same mind as mine, so they, of course, liked women.

I really love to set up a foursome or five with my parents and the others. But I was afraid that the others were not even bisexuals and probably could not find themselves comfortable with that. 

Well, I still had time to think about that, so I am currently working on some other things. Right now, I am in the music room of the mansion and am performing a certain difficult (by Earth's standards) piano piece. 

The tones of a grand piano resonated throughout the music room of our mansion as I played a classical music piece. The tempo was ranging from presto to prestissimo, and the octaves were rapidly ringing out, the room was surely loud yet harmonic. 

eαglesnᴏνel Dun... 

After playing with the piano for about ten minutes, I finished performing the 2nd Hungarian Rhapsody of Liszt. I stood up from my seat, faced my only audience, and took an elegant bow. 

"Very impressive, Young Master. You are as virtuosic as ever." 

"Thank you for the compliments, Mary." 

Mary gave me a round of applause once I finished playing the piece. She had been listening to my music since then, so Mary was eager to listen to every single piece I recomposed in this world. 

Once I straightened my back anew, I grabbed the note sheets that were placed on the piano and then compiled them up before handing them over to Mary. 

"Here is the manuscript for the piece. As usual, make it play in theaters." 

"No problem, Young Master. I will ensure to make your compositions well known in this world." 

(But it was not originally my music, though.) I thought inwardly, since it was something I absolutely did not want others to know. 

Since I had access to the internet of Earth through the Akashvani ultra skill (which was the evolution of the Computerized Mind unique skill), I was able to recreate things from my previous world into this world. 

One of those things were my music pieces that I had been plagiarizing. Since I was young, I have published multiple music pieces. But things got busier, so I was only publishing a piece every few months. 

My training was my priority since it actually helped my body get stronger, so my fake composition times had been reduced significantly. It was also a measure to lower my credibility as a music prodigy and stop them from thinking of me as a reincarnator. 

"Hm?" 

Usually, Mary would excuse herself and exit a moment after I handed the sheets over to her. But today, strangely, she was still here in this room and did not make a step from where she stood while holding the manuscript over her chest. 

"Do you still want something else? If you have, then do not hesitate to tell me." 

"Um..." Mary briefly lowered her head and looked at me with uncertainty in her eyes. "If you are okay with it, Young Master, can I ask something sensitive?" 

"Of course, Mary. I am open-minded, so you can ask me anything you want." 

"Well, I have been baffled by it for some time, and I could be wrong about it, but I will resolve myself and want to confirm it from the Young Master himself." 

"Go ahead. You have been allowed to speak what is on your mind." 

Mary bobbed her head once she heard my response. 

"Young Master, these recent weeks, I have taken heed that you have been getting out of bed later than you used to be." 

"Uh, huh." 

"Not only did Young Master, but Lady Mylene and Mistress Claire seemed to be having a hard time in the morning as well. And I found the similarities between the two cases strange." 

"Okay, do continue." 

"One time, when I was personally cleaning your rooms, I found something strange inside the master bedroom. I discovered your underwear inside the room of the lady and the mistress." 

"Uh, huh." 

"And the other day, as I was waking up the ladies, Milady muttered something indecent on her sleeping face. She mentioned how good you are." 

"And your point is?" 

"Young Master," Mary said, then looked sternly into my eyes. "Have you been in a relationship with your own parents?" 

(So we really have been found, huh?) 

It seemed that the time when someone discovered our illicit relationship had come. Mary had a high possibility of discovering us, after all, she was the only one allowed to clean the private rooms on the second floor. 

Her room was on the second floor, and I sometimes sensed her walking along the hallway when we were having wild nights, so she probably heard us, but I would doubt it since I always kept the room totally soundproof. 

Well, about the underwear, I probably forgot that since there were tendencies that I woke up almost at eight and then unnoticedly left it behind, not to be discovered during the patrols of Mary. 

"And what would you do if I said yes?" 

As if unaffected by her question, I looked at her with confidence and answered her question with a question. Now that she had an idea of me engaging in a relationship with my own mothers, I had to at least turn the tables to my advantage. 

"... Um..." 

She seemed hesitant and could not answer immediately because I might have given an expected response. Due to that, I spoke first before she could. 

"It seems that you have learned a thing that you should not have." 

As soon as I said that, I slowly walked in toward Mary, intending to intimidate her. She then reflexively stepped back for every step I took. Before she knew it, her back had pressed against the wall, and now she was unable to move away from me anymore. 

When I had kept her at bay, I kept closing the proximity between us and then thrust my right hand on the wall to trap her with a kabedon. 

"Young Master," Still holding the manuscript, Mary looked up to my face (since I was taller than her) and timidly said. "I have no intention to threaten you or your parents upon learning this information." 

"You should." 

"If you want me to keep it a secret, then I will ensure that no one else will learn about it. If Young Master wants to continue his relationship with Lady Mylene and Mistress Claire, I will not ruin it. Please do not kill me..." 

"Sigh. I am going to hurt you, you know? Let alone killing you. As long as you keep our dirty little secret from the others, nothing will happen to you. You got it?" 

"Of course, Young Master. I promise to keep your secrets private." 

"Good." 

Mary was easier than I thought, and the matter was settled just like that. But I wanted to make sure she really kept her promise, so there was one thing I wanted her to do first. 

"By the way, Mary." 

"What is it, Young Master?" 

"Can you please lower the manuscript? They are blocking the way." 

Mary followed my order and put the papers on the table at her side. She held her hands together on her hips and then lowered her head, as she was still trapped and unable to escape from my grasp. 

"You know, Mary? You have been becoming prettier lately." 

Soon after I said those words, I raised my left hand and thrust it into the body of Mary. Then I put it on her breast and started to grope it. 

"Young Master..." 

Mary was startled by my action, but she did not resist since she actually did not have the right to. Her face was gradually turning crimson the more I fondled her chest. I did not know if she liked it or was embarrassed by it. 

"Okay, Mary." I said and then moved my face into the right side of her neck; she was sweating, probably from her nervousness. "Tonight, visit my room." 

I then left a kiss on her neck before walking out of the music room.