How to Survive as a Knight’s Son – Chapter 3

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Translated By Arcane Translations
Translator: Teottry
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Men are more strongly stimulated by visuals. A dizzying pleasure shot up my spine as I saw Marie’s nearly fatless lower abdomen bulge outward from my large cock. When I moved my cock, her lower abdomen deformed. There was no doubt that my cock was the cause.

“Huhk, A-Allen…!”

Marie looked up at me, repeatedly hitting my thigh. Her delicate brows were furrowed in pain.

It seemed that even with careful preparation, it was too much to take in a monstrous object like mine all at once.

But I believed in the wonders of the human body.

“Whoa, just relax like you did when you took me in your mouth earlier, and you’ll feel better soon.”

“R-Really…?”

“Haven’t you already experienced it?”

Marie gasped for breath on top of me. I suppressed the urge to thrust roughly. If I acted like I did before, Marie would only feel pain.

The sight of a woman screaming, impaled on my cock, wasn’t bad, but I wanted to see her writhing in pleasure more.

It was a change brought about by my recovered modern memories.

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“Take deep breaths and focus on the pleasure.”

I whispered into Marie’s ear, my breath hot against her skin. She flinched and shuddered. My hands weren’t idle either. One hand teased her breasts, keeping her on edge, while the other relentlessly stimulated her clitoris, bringing her pleasure.

“Haah…”

It didn’t take long for her screams to turn into moans. Marie tilted her head back, releasing sweet breaths.

I licked up Marie’s outstretched neck, finding her pulsating carotid artery and sucking hard.

“Haah!”

Marie moaned and writhed. She subtly moved her hips. I could feel her initially slightly dry pussy becoming wet again from the sudden intrusion.

I continued to caress Marie and subtly thrust my hips.

“Hngh.”

Marie moaned again. This time, it was a mixture of pain and pleasure.

“Doesn’t it hurt anymore?”

“I-I don’t know.”

Marie shook her head, acting coy now that she had some room to breathe. I chuckled and thrust my hips again.

“Your pussy seems to know. It’s clinging to my cock, refusing to let it go.”

Her pussy was inherently tight. Every time my cock moved in and out, her inner flesh clung to it like octopus suckers. Combined with her abundant fluids, the pleasure was so intense that it made my head spin.

“Hngh, Liar…!”

“Then I’ll have to show you.”

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I sat up. Marie, who had been sprawled on top of me, also shifted into a sitting position. As a result, my cock, which had been molding her insides to its shape, inevitably slipped out slightly.

“Haah!”

Even so, Marie reacted sensitively. With the change in position, the tip of my cock grazed her sensitive spot every time I moved. Marie tilted her head back and shuddered.

“Marie. Look closely.”

I forced her head down so she could clearly see the large cock moving in and out of her pussy.

“Aaaah…!”

The sight of the monstrous object, which could be called a weapon, moving through her soft pink flesh was strange, lewd, and dizzying, making my heart pound.

“A-Allen…!”

Marie looked at me again with pleading eyes. Her tongue darted out, repeatedly licking my lips.

I knew what she wanted. I lowered my head, and her lips immediately met mine. Our tongues intertwined. Marie sucked and rubbed against my tongue as if she wanted to devour it.

Sticky sounds echoed.

I didn’t forget to thrust my hips. The whites of Marie’s eyes, lost in the frantic kiss, grew larger.

“I, I, I…!”

The moment of climax arrived quickly. The feeling of being forced to do this for her husband had completely disappeared.

That was a bit disappointing.

“Are you planning to cum in front of your husband?”

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I whispered in Marie’s ear. Her hips, which had been shaking to the rhythm of my thrusts, flinched and stopped. Focus returned to her pleasure-glazed eyes.

“I, I…”

Marie reflexively looked away from the bed. She seemed to have forgotten for a moment, but there was another person in the room.

Jackson, who had stopped struggling since Marie started enjoying herself, had been blankly watching us. He had somehow managed to remove his gag and could now speak freely.

“Disgusting! You whore! You slut who spreads her legs for anyone! Don’t talk to me!”

Jackson yelled. Marie froze, her eyes widening in disbelief.

“Jackson…!”

“Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!”

Marie’s eyes narrowed at the one-sided accusations.

“This is all your fault!! I wouldn’t have done this if you hadn’t hit Allen! I did this to save you! And what? You call me a whore? A slut?”

Every time Marie spoke harshly, the grip of her pussy tightened. I leisurely enjoyed the sensation, watching the couple falling apart at the peak of their happiness.

“You say you were forced!? Don’t make me laugh, you whore! Look at yourself! Look closely! Shaking your ass like a dog in heat in front of your husband, and you say you were forced!?”

Marie flinched. She had started this to save Jackson, but now, lost in pleasure, she had forgotten him. If this continued, the mood would be ruined.

I whispered in Marie’s ear. Her eyes lit up, and she pointed at Jackson’s lower body with her index finger.

“You got a hard-on watching your wife being forced by another man, and you have the nerve to say that!?”

This time, Jackson flinched.

“This is… just an involuntary physical reaction!”

“So am I! I’m not doing this because I want to! I offered my body because of you, and you don’t even appreciate it? You insult me?”

“You weren’t forced! You never made those faces or moaned like that with me! You whore! Slut!”

“That’s because…”

I decided to intervene.

“That’s not Marie’s fault. It’s because you’re pathetic, isn’t it?”

“What.”

I slipped my arm under Marie’s thighs and spread her legs wide. Startled, Marie tensed her thighs and looked back at me.

“Allen?”

“We need to show him clearly, don’t we? It’s not Marie’s fault, it’s his. Right?”

Instead of answering, Marie relaxed her thighs. With her legs spread wide, her dripping pussy and my cock buried deep inside were on full display.

The highlight was Marie’s lower abdomen, distended from accommodating my large cock. I gently stroked the bulging area.

Jackson, who had been berating Marie, couldn’t take his eyes off the sight. Marie, looking at him with a dumbfounded expression, subtly thrust her hips. My cock went in deeper with the movement.

“Hng…”

The higher-pitched moan was clearly intentional.

“Y-You whore…!”

Jackson, snapping out of his daze, started insulting Marie again. I slowly thrust my hips and said,

“It’s your fault. If you had satisfied Marie, she could have easily resisted this kind of pleasure.”

I looked back at Marie as if asking for confirmation. She smiled at me and then glared at Jackson.

“Of course. Jackson doesn’t understand women at all. Every time we have sex, he just satisfies himself and that’s it. He thrusts his cock, which is not even half the size of yours, in and out a few times and cums. Then, with a smug look on his face, he keeps asking if I enjoyed it. I just say yes because I have to. The truth is, I’ve never felt anything.”

“Lies! That’s a lie!”

“Hmph, what confidence did he have with a cock smaller than my hand?”

Marie didn’t stop at mocking Jackson. As if to spite him, she started moving her hips on her own.

Her movements were incredibly awkward, as if she lacked experience, but I liked it. Perhaps it was thanks to Jackson, the audience. I stopped thrusting for a moment and enjoyed her inner flesh.

“Devil! Witch! Marie, you’re possessed by a demon! I’ll, I’ll save you. I’ll bring back the real Marie!”

“Hmph, who’s really possessed? How could you even think of hitting Allen over the head? If you wanted to kill yourself, you should have done it alone. Why did you have to drag me into this mess?”

“Lord-“

Jackson glared at us with bloodshot eyes and started reciting a prayer. Marie scoffed.

I played with Marie’s breasts, trailing kisses from her shoulder up to her face. When I reached her face, I naturally stole a kiss from her waiting lips.

This time, I didn’t play inside her mouth. I intertwined our tongues outside, where Jackson could see clearly. A silvery strand of saliva stretched between us, but that would only make it more stimulating.

Moreover, down below, my large cock was repeatedly entering and exiting Marie’s pussy, imprinting its shape on her lower abdomen.

“Lord, please-“

Jackson’s pleas only intensified. Ignoring him, I whispered to Marie after briefly parting our lips,

“You need to show him how different it is from when you’re with him, right?”

“H-How…?”

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I showed her with actions instead of words. I lay back down and gently pulled Marie’s arms back, supporting her. Marie’s upper body stretched slightly, giving a clearer view of her pert breasts, smooth abdomen, and my cock moving in and out of her pussy.

In that position, I thrust my hips hard.

“Haah…!”

I smiled at Marie as she moaned and looked back at me. Understanding what I meant, she started moving her hips. It was a position meant for the viewer rather than for her own pleasure.

“Aaah…”

The sight of her frail body, covered in sweat, shaking her hips, was intensely stimulating.

Jackson’s prayer had stopped. Instead, he stared blankly, a dark stain spreading across the front of his pants. He had come just from watching.

It was too much stimulation in this era, devoid of even erotic pictures, let alone porn. Marie, noticing his ejaculation, smirked.

“Idiot.”

“Aaagh!!!”

Jackson went berserk and started banging his head against the bed again. Blood quickly covered his face.

Ignoring him, Marie and I focused on our sex. The pent-up pleasure was already nearing its peak.

“A-Allen…!”

Marie leaned back again. It was a position she wasn’t used to, and since she was doing it alone, she quickly ran out of energy. The feeling of her sweat-drenched body clinging to mine wasn’t bad.

I immediately took over. With both arms wrapped around her as if to restrain her, I started thrusting my hips.

“Haah! Haah! I, I can’t-“

The sight of her writhing body, unable to handle the pleasure, was different from the previous women who had only screamed in pain. I regretted the times I had mindlessly thrust into them before regaining my modern memories, unaware of this pleasure.

I’ll do better from now on. I held Marie tighter, thrusting my cock like I was using a sex toy.

“I’m, I’m cumming!!”

Marie screamed, digging her nails into my arms that were holding her. The stinging pain led me to my own climax. I gave one last, powerful thrust, forcing my way past her tightened flesh and releasing my semen into a place I had never reached before.

“Ngh.”

“Aaaah…”

I could feel her pussy filling with semen. Marie collapsed on top of me, limp like she had just run a marathon. I gently slipped out from under her and presented my semen-covered cock to Marie.

Marie reflexively took it in her mouth. I lightly caressed her clitoris, and her hips twitched like a fish out of water.

“Aaah, again…?”

Marie looked up at me with eyes filled with a strange anticipation.

As I said before, being a scoundrel requires skill. Despite having just cum, my cock was slowly stirring awake.

Jackson, who had been banging his head against the bed, lay still, his body growing cold. But neither Marie nor I paid him any mind as we began round two.

“You’ll come back again, right…?”

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The lovemaking that had begun at noon continued until the next morning. Despite having stayed up all night, Marie’s skin was still supple. I ran my hand over her clothes and grasped her pussy through the fabric.

“Hngh.”

Marie moaned, a mixture of pleasure and pain.

“Tsk. You better take good care of yourself if you want to see me again.”

Despite being her first time taking a large cock, her pussy, after a whole night of use, was red and swollen and needed time to recover.

“I-I’m fine…”

Marie looked up at me with loving eyes. Her transformation from the woman who had reluctantly started this as a price for Jackson’s life brought a smile to my face.

It wasn’t that I hadn’t had women clinging to me before, but that was because of my position as a knight’s son and heir to the manor. This was the first time a woman had clung to me because of my sexual prowess.

It was a sense of accomplishment I had never felt before. I handed Marie a small pouch and whispered,

“Wait for me. I’ll visit you often.”

“Yes…”

Marie replied demurely, her face flushed. She didn’t seem to remember Jackson, who was probably buried by now.

I left her and walked down the main road. Following the road through the center of the village led to a hill. At the top stood a two-story house and an annex. My home, the Tolbatz Manor.

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“Allen?”

I heard my name called halfway up the hill. The owner of the voice stood against the rising sun above the mansion. The blinding sunlight enveloped her, creating a halo that made it hard to see her clearly.

I could barely make out the contours of her face, but she was clearly a beautiful girl. The halo added a sacred air to her appearance.

“Anya.”

The owner of the bright blonde hair, distinct features, and radiant beauty, despite being as thin as a twig, was my younger sister, Anya.

Truly a beauty that could topple a nation.

The sudden thought stopped me in my tracks. A beauty that could topple a nation? I had never thought of those words to describe my sister. To begin with, that idiom wasn’t from this era.

It was a modern memory. As a cloud obscured the sun, my sister’s appearance became clear. Modern memories began to overlay her image.

It was Anya, more mature and radiant than she was now. Her image remained in my modern memories. As a kind of picture, or was it a video? To be precise, it was a game screen.

The moment I realized that, a flood of modern memories poured into my mind.

“Anya-“

Anya Tolbatz, the breathtakingly beautiful witch.

I hadn’t simply regained the memories of my past life.

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Allen, smug, walked home to find Anya waiting. Sister? Or something… more?