How to Survive as a Knight’s Son – Chapter 1

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Translated By Arcane Translations
Translator: Teottry
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My head felt like it was splitting open. The intense headache made it difficult to even open my eyes. Instinctively, I touched the back of my head and found a large lump. Then I remembered what had happened before I lost consciousness.

“That, bastard-”

The most beautiful woman in the village, her face etched with surprise, had been pinned beneath me. Following her gaze, I saw a man with bloodshot eyes raising a club high above his head.

That was my last memory.

The prospective groom, unable to contain his rage after having his bride-to-be’s first night stolen from him, had committed this outrageous act.

Actually, I had been lucky until then.

From the moment I stole the first night of the bride-to-be, exercising the antiquated right of prima nocta, this future was inevitable.

What prospective groom would stand idly by after having his bride stolen at the peak of his love?

“I wouldn’t have stayed still either.”

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Suddenly, I felt a sense of dissonance. These were thoughts that the old me would never have entertained.

The headache returned. Like a floodgate opening, memories that had been dormant in my unconsciousness came pouring out.

Giant buildings, iron birds soaring through the sky, horseless carriages, a massive city built of steel and concrete, people in boxes (screens), dramas, games, and so on.

“Ah…”

Memories of my past life mingled with those of my present life.

Was I Allen, the son of a knight with a small manor? Or was I Jungwoo, the modern man who died young?

The former’s sense of self was stronger. The memories of the debauched scoundrel, filled with rape and arson, were more vivid than the unremarkable, ordinary memories of my modern life.

I had been committing all sorts of villainous acts since I was young. Now, having regained the memories of my modern life, I could understand it to some extent.

Unlike the modern era with its abundance of entertainment, the medieval period had little to offer. At best, there was dancing, drinking, watching jousting tournaments, and perhaps dice games or sex.

Wasn’t that why I became a scoundrel?

It was excellent self-justification.

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“Master Allen…”

When I opened my eyes again, I saw things I hadn’t noticed before. A middle-aged couple with sun-baked, wrinkled faces, and their daughter, Marie, the village beauty.

They were kneeling by the bed, heads bowed, unable to look up. They trembled like convicts before the gallows. Well, it was understandable.

I was the son of a knight, reigning like a king in my manor. The couple and Marie before me were the prospective in-laws of the man who had struck me. They wouldn’t have complained if I killed them on the spot.

The old me would have actually done it. But now, having regained my modern memories, I felt it would be a waste.

The people of the manor were a kind of asset, weren’t they? They weren’t mine yet, but they would be someday.

“Where is he?”

Of course, I had no intention of forgiving the man who hit me.

“We have Jackson tied up outside! We swear! We knew nothing about it! He did it all on his own!”

“Isn’t he your son-in-law?”

“If we had known he was such a scoundrel, we would never have accepted him as our son-in-law!”

The head of the family’s efforts to save his family were admirable. His daughter seemed slightly displeased, though. The look she gave my father was quite complicated. The corners of my mouth twitched.

Even in this situation, she seemed worried about him.

“Is that so? Bring him to me.”

“Please, have mercy…”

Marie, who had been silent until then, raised her head.

“Maria! What are you saying?!”

The man glared at his daughter, constantly glancing at me. He was terrified that the fallout would reach his daughter.

“Enough. Come here.”

Leaving her anxious parents behind, Marie cautiously approached me.

I grabbed her chin and lifted her head. She was as thin as a twig, but her face was quite pretty. Her rough skin and freckles were flaws, but women like her were rare in the countryside.

That was why I had laid my hands on her.

But things I hadn’t cared about before regaining my modern memories kept catching my eye. Her dirty clothes, grimy fingernails, and strange odor. I couldn’t help but frown.

The problem was that I wasn’t much better than her. The moment I realized this, my whole body itched as if insects were crawling all over it.

“I need a bath.”

A person on the verge of death can summon superhuman strength. The middle-aged man was no exception. As soon as I said I needed a bath, he brought a huge oak tub, set it up in the storage room, and lit a fire. He even offered his daughter, the bride-to-be, to attend to me.

“Then, I’ll wait outside.”

“Tie that Jackson fellow up in the room from before.”

“Yes, I understand.”

After the couple left, I immediately took off my clothes.

Marie, who was standing next to me, was startled and covered her face with her hands. However, there were considerable gaps between her fingers. Her gaze swept over my toned chest and then landed on my groin.

“Gasp-”

Marie gasped. She had just seen my snake-like penis. I chuckled and said,

“Isn’t it a bit early to be surprised?”

My penis was flaccid. It meant it wasn’t erect yet. As if realizing this belatedly, Marie’s throat bobbed noticeably. From that, I knew she had experienced sex.

That was a good thing.

Once erect, it boasted such majesty that one might mistake it for a third leg. A virgin wouldn’t be able to handle it.

Of course, if it were before, I would have just ignored it. But having regained my modern memories, I knew that sex was more enjoyable when shared.

I immersed myself in the oak tub. The temperature was just right. My body relaxed languidly. Until then, Marie just watched.

“Why do you look disappointed?”

Marie hadn’t taken her eyes off me until my penis disappeared under the water. Immediately after, she licked her lips unconsciously.

“I don’t know what you mean.”

“Don’t play coy. Stop just watching and attend to me.”

Marie began to wash my body with a piece of cloth soaked in water. The rough texture of the cloth and her gentle touch created a strange harmony.

“Could you stand up?”

Marie asked after washing my hands, arms, neck, and chest.

“You come in.”

“What?”

“Is there a problem?”

The oak tub was a bit cramped for two people. But I thought it would be possible with Marie, who was as slender as a twig.

Marie hesitated.

“I’m a married woman.”

“A soon-to-be married woman, you mean. And your soon-to-be husband’s life is hanging in the balance. His fate will be decided by what you do.”

Marie glared at me, biting her lip. But there was nothing she could do.

Marie took off her clothes one by one. Her face was deeply tanned, but her body was incredibly white. However, perhaps due to malnutrition, her buttocks, thighs, and breasts were quite small.

“Disappointing.”

Marie’s face crumpled. She roughly entered the oak tub. The slightly overflowing water showed how incredibly light she was.

“I assume this wasn’t an arranged marriage?”

“…We’re childhood friends. We’ve always been together since we were young. When we were old enough to understand the matters between men and women, we knew we were destined to marry. He felt the same way.”

“Do you love him?”

The cloth in her hand moved lower and lower across my body. My flaccid penis began to stiffen. I moved closer to Marie. My rising penis pressed against her lower abdomen.

Her hand, holding the cloth, flinched. She bit her lower lip slightly. Her gaze was fixed on the water. A huge shadow danced beneath the surface.

“…Of course. Jackson is an only son, and he owns quite a bit of land. Unlike other men, he doesn’t mistreat women. It’s hard to find a man like him around here.”

I asked about love, but Marie spoke of conditions. Marriage was reality, and marriage in the medieval period was even more about conditions than in modern times.

The hand holding the cloth moved back up to wash my body. Instead, her other idle hand moved downwards. It cautiously approached my penis and moved up and down as if measuring its size. Then…

“Gasp…!”

Marie suddenly looked up. Her widened eyes showed how surprised she was.

“What? Is it very different from Jackson’s?”

“Bigger isn’t always better. Especially when it’s this abnormally large, it only hurts the woman receiving it.”

“Well, I think differently.”

Before I regained my modern memories, I thought the same way as Marie. Honestly, even if it’s big, it should be within reason. This size was practically a weapon.

So, I thought it was natural for it to hurt, and I was busy satisfying my own desires without considering the other person.

However, my modern memories contained videos of women handling even bigger things. They were in pain, but they felt pleasure beyond that.

“Please, spare Jackson.”

Marie changed the subject. The hand gripping my penis began to move back and forth slowly. Her movements were incredibly awkward, as if she wasn’t very experienced.

“As I said before, it depends on your sincerity.”

I leaned back against the edge of the tub. My lower body naturally lifted slightly. My penis looked even larger in the water.

Gulp.

Marie, who had swallowed hard, hung the cloth on the edge of the tub. Her freed hand joined the other on my penis. Even with both hands, the crown remained uncovered.

“I’ll … , I’ll start.”

The back-and-forth motion resumed. She even tried twisting her grip to earn points, but since she had no experience handling something this large, it didn’t feel as good as when she used one hand.

“At this rate, I won’t be able to cum. Contrary to your words, it seems you don’t love Jackson very much? What a pity. He risked his life for you, but at this rate, he’s going to die.”

“I… , I can do better.”

Marie put my legs on her shoulders, stood up, and then spread them to either side of the tub’s edge. As her posture shifted, resembling a spider, my penis, which had been hidden underwater, was revealed in all its glory.

“Ahh…”

Marie, positioned between my legs, couldn’t take her eyes off it. With dazed eyes, she leaned in and inhaled deeply, pressing her nose against it.

“You said you didn’t like big things, but you seem to like it.”

“N, no. It’s just the smell…”

“You liked the smell?”

“No!”

Shouting, Marie swallowed the glans, which was still exposed despite her using both hands. The sensation of her soft yet slightly rough tongue gliding over the sensitive area sent shivers down my spine.

“This is better.”

Marie looked up at me with a seductive smile, regaining her confidence. She hollowed her cheeks to create strong suction. Her hands began to move back and forth in sync with her mouth.

A tingling pleasure sent chills down my spine. My penis, held in her hands and mouth, twitched in response.

“How is it? Do you feel like you’re going to cum?”

“Not even close.”

Marie put my penis back in her mouth. The way she worked diligently, beads of sweat forming on her forehead, was captivating.

However, her enthusiasm didn’t last long.

“Why, why aren’t you cumming?”

She looked up, breathing heavily. My penis twitched and responded, but it showed no signs of releasing.

“You’re too greedy. Did you think it would be possible with just your hands and mouth?”

I got out of the tub. My penis, still engorged with heat, stood proudly erect.

I lifted Marie, who still couldn’t take her eyes off my penis, out of the tub. And, both of us naked, we left the storage room.

“Wa… , wait a moment.”

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The man waiting outside the storage room quickly lowered his head at the sight of his naked daughter. Marie buried her face in my shoulder. I headed towards the room from before.

“Marie-!”

Jackson, bound hand and foot, was waiting in the room. He glared at me with bloodshot eyes as if he wanted to kill me.

I whispered in Marie’s ear.

“He doesn’t seem remorseful at all.”

“I’ll, I’ll try harder. So please, let Jackson…”

“Really? Let’s see. Gag him.”

Marie’s father gagged Jackson, bowed his head, and left the room.

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I lay down on the bed. Marie, glancing at Jackson, sat demurely next to me and said,

“Please, let Jackson go.”

“He must pay for his mistake.”

Marie’s face turned pale. I leaned against the headboard and pulled her towards me. She came willingly, like a puppet with its strings cut.

I pulled Marie on top of me and lifted her chin with my hand. Her trembling eyes were filled with fear.

I kissed her.

“Mmm-!”

“Mmmpphh!!”

Marie struggled in my arms, and Jackson, watching us, writhed like a worm, screaming silently.

I ignored them and stroked Marie’s back. My hand trailed down her smooth, S-shaped curve and grasped her dainty buttocks.

“Hngh.”

As I broke the kiss at the right moment, Marie’s moan escaped. Startled, she covered her mouth with both hands and glanced at Jackson. Jackson was frozen, his face a mask of disbelief.

“N… , no. This is…!”

I didn’t give Marie a chance to explain. I buried my face in the nape of her neck and inhaled deeply.

“Ah…”

Our bodies trembled against each other. I lifted my head and nibbled on her earlobe, and the trembling intensified. Marie bit her lower lip, desperately trying to resist.

But how long could she hold out?

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The night was young, and the games had only just begun bud!