How to Survive as a Knight’s Son – Chapter 29

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Translated By Arcane Translations
Translator: Teottry
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The vassals had gathered again in the conference room. Sophia was staring blankly out the window, like someone who had lost their mind. The other two also looked troubled. It seemed I was the last to arrive.

In front of the round table where the vassals sat, a man was kneeling with his head bowed. He was a man between middle and old age, with a shaggy beard. Bertio stood and said,

“You’ve arrived.”

“Is he the one who witnessed that man?”

“Yes. He’s the village headman, and he said he saw Sir Roland riding his horse hastily. According to his words, the time was similar to when Master Allen returned to the manor.”

This was the appearance of a witness who would add credibility to my claims. That was why Sophia was so dazed.

“That can’t be. It can’t be. Roland would never abandon me? He swore to protect me…”

Sophia murmured incessantly. Bertio’s expression twisted slightly. It seemed he had finally realized that he had been grasping at a rotten rope. However, it was too late to regret it.

“You said you witnessed Sir Roland?”

The headman, who had glanced up at me, bowed his head again. His posture lowered even further, and his body trembled. He feared me because most of my reckless behavior had taken place in the village.

To the villagers, I was a symbol of fear.

“Y-Yes, I did. I clearly saw Sir Roland hastily riding his horse from the forest on the outskirts of the village towards Dressten. It was definitely Sir Roland.”

“How dare you lie! Dressten? Why would he go to a county he has no ties to?”

Sophia, who had regained her senses, interrupted. Dressten was a county a week’s ride north.

Knowing the relationship between Baron Rasino and Roland, she didn’t believe that Roland would flee to Dressten instead of the Baron’s domain.

The headman repeatedly bowed his head.

“I don’t know the reason. But, I clearly saw Sir Roland riding his horse with his chainmail armor, dark blue surcoat, and cloak flapping in the wind. I wasn’t the only one who saw him.”

The headman testified that his companions who had gone to gather firewood with him had also seen Roland. The evidence wasn’t just words. He handed something to Bertio.

“This is…”

“It was caught on a tree branch nearby.”

Bertio’s eyes trembled like an earthquake. What the headman handed him was a ripped piece of dark blue fabric. It was the same color and material as Roland’s surcoat, which he was very particular about.

“My Lady…”

Bertio turned to Sophia, holding the fabric. The moment the blue fabric entered her vision, Sophia staggered backward.

“No… that’s not Roland’s…”

Strong denial was as good as strong affirmation. Sophia’s reaction confirmed that the fabric belonged to Roland. Now, it seemed that Roland’s betrayal was becoming a certainty.

Sophia, as well as Bertio and Dominico, were at a loss about what to do.

“Tsk. Go back now.”

“Master Allen. Then, what should we do about the search…?”

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Dusk was already setting. It had been quite some time since I had explained the situation to them and fooled around with Anya.

“Tsk, we can’t keep using the villagers. It’s not like they’d be able to catch Roland on horseback. Fine. I’ll lift the conscription order. Instead, I’ll put a bounty on his head.”

I dismissed the headman, who had finished testifying. As he straightened up, our eyes met briefly. It was so fleeting that no one noticed me subtly nodding, or the headman’s slight look of relief.

“A bounty?”

Sophia’s interest was elsewhere anyway. I looked at Sophia, who had an astonished expression, as if I was confused.

“We can’t just let him go, can we?”

“But, bounty hunters are violent, aren’t they?”

Bounty hunters usually brought back their targets’ heads. Capturing a resisting target alive was much more difficult.

Even though Roland’s betrayal was certain, Sophia was worried about his safety. She had completely forgotten her own situation. She was falling apart in real time.

“Is there any reason to keep him alive?”

“That is… yes. We must capture him alive to find out who’s behind him! To prevent the same thing from happening again.”

Sophia, having belatedly regained her senses, made an excuse. I made no attempt to hide my troubled expression.

“Capturing him alive will cost more. The problem is that the family doesn’t have the money to afford it.”

“I, I will pay for it.”

“Mother?”

“I’m partly responsible for hiring him, as it was I who asked the Baron for help.”

Sophia, completely flustered, admitted a fact that I hadn’t intended to reveal yet.

“If that’s the case…”

The family’s storage was empty, and there were no physical assets left. Sophia would have to sell her precious jewels.

However, those jewels would end up in my pockets. I couldn’t put a large bounty for bringing back a dead man.

I took advantage of Sophia’s weakened state to line my own pockets. However, I wasn’t satisfied. Everything she had was originally mine. I wouldn’t stop until I got everything back.

Yes, this was just the beginning.

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Sophia seemed to be hiring people separately to track down Roland. I could hear Sophia and Bertio’s heated voices from behind the door.

“Hmm. Then, I’ll be going.”

Dominico, who had come with me, left first. His relaxed expression showed that he had removed a troublesome burden. He didn’t care what happened to Roland.

I also turned away from the conference room and went back to my room. I had told Anya to wait for me there. However, before I opened the door, I heard a strange sound.

“Hngh…”

It was a groan of discomfort. I quietly opened the door and saw Anya, her face buried in my bed. Her rear was raised high in the air, and her skirt had fallen down, revealing her nakedness.

“Hngh…”

With the flickering candlelight, her thighs glistened, and following the trail upwards, I saw her hand moving rapidly.

Anya, lost in her pleasure, unaware of my arrival, was masturbating, her breath coming in pants. It was a sight more beautiful and deadly than any masterpiece.

“I, I don’t know. I… hngh.”

The amount of wetness on her thighs suggested that she had been masturbating for some time. As she approached her climax, her fingers moved faster, and her moans grew louder.

Had the incident in the dining hall awakened something new in her? Anya didn’t seem to care that someone might hear her.

A moment later, Anya’s hips bucked. Her fingers stilled. Instead, a gush of liquid flowed from her pussy, soaking her thighs, skirt, and even the bedsheets.

“Haa… haa…”

Anya lay there, breathing heavily. She looked quite satisfied. I quietly sat down at her bedside. Her unfocused eyes met mine. A moment of silence fell.

“Brother…?”

Anya called out to me in a daze.

“Did you enjoy yourself?”

Anya’s unfocused eyes grew wider. She quickly pulled the blanket over herself and scurried to the edge of the bed. Her face was as red as a tomato.

“Wh-When did you get here?!”

“Why are you so embarrassed between us?”

I closed the distance between us again. As Anya tried to run again, her back hit the headboard. She stopped moving and looked up at me, her reddish-brown eyes trembling anxiously.

Anya looked at me and said,

“Wh-What are we?”

If she wanted the answer that we were siblings, then there was no need to ask. What she wanted was something more fundamental.

Anya flinched as I reached for her neck. However, she didn’t try to run or resist.

My hand moved and gently caressed her bright blonde hair. The strands of hair, slipping through my fingers like sand, were incredibly soft.

“This bright, beautiful hair,”

My hand then stroked Anya’s cheek. Her skin, as smooth as milk, and her flushed cheek pressed against my hand.

“Skin smoother than a baby’s.”

My hand traced the line of her cheek, down to her jaw, and lightly grabbed the tip of her chin. I lifted it slightly, forcing Anya to look me directly in the eyes.

“Haa…”

Anya’s parted lips released an excited breath. Her body was aroused by the slightest touch.

“Perfectly shaped eyebrows, eyes that shine like stars, a high nose bridge, and lips as red as cherries. All of it is mine.”

“What… hngh.”

Before Anya could say anything, I moved my hand downwards, tracing the smooth line of her neck and gliding down to her swelling breasts, which I gently cupped.

“These adorable breasts are also mine. Mine to touch and suck, and mine alone.”

Gulp.

Anya’s throat bobbed. Her excited breath grew sweeter. She dug her fingers further into the blanket she was holding.

Meanwhile, my hand moved further down. It traced the hollow between her ribs, reaching her smooth abdomen. My hand continued downwards, and then, changed direction and firmly grasped her buttocks.

“Haah!”

Anya let out a loud moan and buried her face in my chest. She was completely dependent on me. I buried my face in her shoulder and whispered into her ear.

“These firm, plump buttocks are also mine.”

Anya looked up at me with heated eyes. She wasn’t satisfied with just this, and she wanted more. Perhaps it was because we were blood-related. Anya was also greedy.

I didn’t refuse her silent request. My hand, which had moved forward, began to explore further down her body, tracing her hips. Her skirt was completely soaked with her juices, and I could feel her pussy through the fabric. When my hand touched the slightly protruding part at the end,

“Haang!”

Anya moaned again. As if she had reached another climax, her pussy became even wetter. Anya’s weight against me also increased.

“This pussy is also mine. Mine alone. No, everything about you, from head to toe, is mine.”

“Hnghh…”

Anya couldn’t do anything but moan. I carefully laid Anya down on the bed and got up, then began to remove my clothes.

Anya’s eyes, which had been looking up at me, fell on my chest. Gulp. Her throat bobbed again. I chuckled.

“You sly girl.”

Anya quickly turned her head away. But only for a moment. As I removed my pants, she immediately turned back.

Was it because of the stress from the life-or-death battle? My penis, which was already large, had grown even bigger, looking like a club.

Anya seemed unable to swallow, simply staring at it. Then, as I approached her again, she panicked and pulled the blanket over her body.

“W-Wait. Th-This isn’t right. We’re siblings…!”

“You selfish pervert. Were you planning to enjoy yourself and be done with it? Don’t forget. You’re my property. You have to give your body to me whenever I want. Do you understand?”

“Y-You’re wrong!”

Despite her words, Anya couldn’t take her eyes off my penis. I chuckled and whispered in her ear.

“I’ll stop if you don’t want it. But, have you thought about how good it would feel if this went inside you? I guarantee that the pleasure you’ve felt so far will be nothing compared to what’s to come.”

Anya had been ignorant of physical pleasure for twenty years. That was why she had become so obsessed, craving me so desperately after discovering it.

I had only given her a taste, leaving her frustrated. Anya was clearly at her limit.

Gulp.

Anya didn’t take long to decide. She averted her gaze and mumbled in a soft voice,

“Th-Then… just a little?”

I couldn’t help but chuckle. Anya covered her face, which had turned completely red, with her hands.

I lifted her skirt. Her smooth thighs, the slight bulge of her lower abdomen, and her sparse bush came into view. Her pussy, already soaked with juices, glistened like a flood.

It was a virgin’s pussy, as evidenced by the bright pink color. Despite continuously releasing her juices, she was stubbornly keeping her mouth shut. It stirred something within my heart.

It was the untouched pussy of my blood-related sister. Like a man taking his first lover, I quickly guided my penis towards it. When the tip of my penis touched her, Anya’s hips bucked.

I held her hips and looked her in the eyes. Her eyes were filled with anticipation. She wanted me as much as I wanted her.

Then, there was no reason to hesitate.

“Here I come.”

I gently pushed my penis inside her. I felt a slight resistance, but it didn’t last long. As if it had never hesitated, my monstrous penis tore through her hymen. Her body, already burning with desire, seemed to be sucking in my penis.

“Aah!”

My penis ignored Anya’s scream and stretched her pussy to its full capacity, forging a new path. That wasn’t enough, and I continued to push forward until I reached the very end.

“…!”

Anya’s body, which had been thrashing in pain, suddenly froze.

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