How to Survive as a Knight’s Son – Chapter 58

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Translated By Arcane Translations
Translator: Teottry
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Fiore couldn’t tear her gaze away from the massive object looming before her. Her warm breath brushed against my dick, which twitched in anticipation of the pleasure to come.

Meanwhile, her ample boobs, bobbed in the water, were incredibly alluring.

Unable to resist any longer, I subtly pressed my hips forward. Fiore shrieked as my glans touched her face, as if she had been stabbed.

“Eek!”

So startled, she lost her balance and fell back into the water. Despite my attempt to catch her, she slipped from my grasp. Even while submerged, her ample boobs bobbed on the surface.

She had an incredibly erotic body. Realizing my gaze was fixed on her boobs, Fiore covered them with her hands and ducked underwater, only her face remaining above the surface. She pointed at me.

“Y-Y-Y-You! W-What are you doing?!”

She was referring to my dick, which had sprung to attention the moment I saw her naked body and was now proudly on display.

I feigned confusion and replied casually,

“I can’t exactly bathe with my clothes on.”

“N-No! That’s not what I meant! Why are you here?! Go away! You pervert!”

“I can bathe wherever I please.”

“Y-You!!”

Just as Fiore was about to yell, her ample boobs bobbed on the surface again. She quickly submerged herself completely, even her mouth disappearing beneath the water.

She didn’t realize that her body, faintly visible through the clear water and bright moonlight, was even more erotic than complete nudity. The intense visual stimulation made my dick twitch.

Fiore’s gaze remained fixed on it, a complex mixture of fear, curiosity, and anticipation. I moved closer so she could get a better view.

Gulp.

Her throat bobbed loudly. Her gaze shifted from my dick to my body, scanning me from head to toe with an intensity that felt like she was trying to bore holes through me. I chuckled.

“You’re quite a peeping tom.”

“W-What are you talking about?! W-Who’s the one with their thing sticking up?!”

Fiore turned her head away, feigning innocence. But why did her eyes keep glancing back?

“Aren’t you cold?”

I offered her the waterskin filled with wine. Fiore was submerged in the freezing water up to her neck. If she stayed like that, she could catch a cold or even develop hypothermia.

“I-I’m not cold!”

Fiore didn’t take it. She knew the wine was the reason for this situation. She probably also knew what would happen if she accepted more wine now.

“Just… go away!”

“I’ll leave after I’ve finished washing.”

“What? You really…”

I tossed the waterskin to her. Fiore caught it reflexively, and I calmly began to wash myself, making sure to remain facing her so she had a clear view.

Fiore’s teeth chattered from the cold, but her gaze remained fixed on my body and dick.

“You’re going to catch a cold if you keep that up.”

“Wow! The full moon is so big tonight!”

As if she hadn’t been staring at me, she looked up at the moon and feigned indifference.

Her pretense didn’t last long. Her face gradually paled. She shivered and said,

“C-Can you stop teasing me now?”

“Teasing? I’m perfectly serious.”

“Liar! You saw my body! You wouldn’t want to be with a woman like me.”

“I’m afraid I don’t understand what you mean.”

Fiore frowned and took a swig from the waterskin. She drained till the last drop, then tossed it aside and stood up.

Her toned, wet body gleamed in the moonlight. Yet, she kept her head bowed.

“My boobs are ridiculously large, my muscles cover my body like armor, my thighs are thicker than most men’s waists, and I’m so tall that most men barely reach my shoulders. Honestly, this doesn’t even feel like a woman’s body. It’s unsightly and monstrous.”

Fiore’s shame stemmed from her own body, which I couldn’t comprehend.

“Indeed, it deviates from the current standards of beauty.”

Standards of beauty varied across eras. Currently, with the church’s influence so strong, small boobs and hips, fair skin, and a high forehead were considered beautiful, symbolizing purity.

Fiore didn’t meet any of these criteria.

“S-See? You don’t like it either, do you?”

Despite my agreeing with her, Fiore seemed disappointed. She wasn’t rejecting me because she wasn’t interested.

“However, it’s the perfect body for my woman.”

“What?”

I decided to explain, point by point, why she was the perfect woman for me.

“First, your height. As you can see, I’m a head or two taller than most men. Women who fit the standard of beauty look like children to me. But…”

I pulled Fiore into an embrace.

“W-What are you doing?!”

She struggled, pushing her hips back to keep my dick from touching her lower abdomen. I continued, unfazed,

“But with someone as tall as you, I can embrace you like this, face to face. And kiss you easily.”

“K-Kiss…?”

Instead of answering, I stole a kiss. Knowing what would happen if she resisted, she parted her lips slightly. Her tongue darted out to meet mine.

When our eyes met, she quickly averted her gaze. I playfully teased her tongue before pulling away. She exhaled shakily.

“Ha…”

I continued my explanation.

“And that’s not all. Because you’re so well-built, making love with an average woman would feel like I’m taking advantage of a child. But with you, it’s completely different.”

I grasped her bums firmly and pulled her closer, pressing my dick against her lower abdomen.

“I-It’s hot… Gasp!”

She gasped as she felt my dick against her stomach. I nibbled on her earlobe, and she shivered. I whispered in her ear,

“If you were a smaller woman, my Love lance would be poking you in the ribs in this position.”

“Y-Your Love lance…”

“And that’s not all.”

I gently pressed my forehead against hers. She didn’t resist and lowered herself, kneeling and spreading her thighs. My dick was now perfectly positioned before her boobs.

“You’re the only woman whose boobs are at the perfect height for my love lance, Fiore.”

“W-What’s so good about that? My boobs are too big; they’re just weird. Do you know how much they get in the way when I swing my sword? I tried archery once, but the bowstring kept getting caught on my boobs. Honestly, they’re just useless lumps of flesh.”

Fiore kneaded her boobs, which jiggled like dough. I wondered if she was deliberately trying to seduce me or if she genuinely felt that way.

“Boobs are very important.”

As the saying goes, you can fall in love with someone with small boobs, but no one falls in love because of small boobs.

“Who doesn’t know that? With boobs this big, I’ll never be short of milk.”

“Boobs are useful for more than just that.”

“Th-Then what?”

I grabbed my dick and pressed it against her ample cleavage. Startled, she leaned back and looked up at me.

“W-What are you doing…?”

“I’ll show you the true purpose of boobs. Try placing my love lance between your boobs and cupping them around it.”

Fiore grasped her boobs and pressed them against my dick. My glans struggled, as if suffocating, but it could only peek out from between her boobs, unable to escape the pressure.

“L-Like this…?”

Fiore awkwardly squeezed her boobs, stimulating my dick trapped between them. Her face was tilted upwards, as if trying to gauge my reaction. It was a breathtaking sight.

“An average woman wouldn’t be able to cover even half of my love lance. This is something only you can do.”

“I-Is that so…?”

Fiore finally seemed to have gained some confidence in her body. I tried to hide it, but a smile tugged at the corners of my lips. With her newfound confidence, she regained her earlier boldness.

“This is… kind of cute.”

Was it her inexperience? Or her long years of knight training? Unlike most women, Fiore smiled at the sight of my monstrous erection, as if she found it endearing.

She boldly cupped her boobs with both hands, playfully squeezing and releasing them. She chuckled as my glans, drowned between her flesh, peeked out.

“It’s kinda choking. Try adding some saliva.”

“S-Saliva? That’s disgusting…”

I stared at her intently. Fiore hesitated, then opened her mouth slightly. Her saliva, glistening faintly in the moonlight, trickled down her cleavage.

My glans, nestled between her boobs, was quickly coated in her saliva. The glistening, engorged shaft, its veins prominent, looked even more monstrous. I stroked her hair in approval.

“Now move again. It’ll feel different.”

“Really…?”

Fiore tilted her head and squeezed her boobs. Just once. The sound of her flesh sliding against my saliva-slicked dick was loud and obscene.

Gulp.

After a brief pause, she squeezed again.

Squish. Slurp.

Fiore’s face flushed as she heard the sticky sound again. She glanced at me and squeezed again.

Squish. Squish. Squish.

Fiore was a quick learner. She quickly mastered the art of using her boobs to pleasure me.

Even my monstrous dick was rendered helpless, lost in the sea of soft, supple flesh.

“Is this… good…?”

She looked up at me, her movements never ceasing. Her breath was coming in short gasps, and beads of sweat dotted her forehead. She was my woman, servicing me, and me alone.

“It’s a languid, comfortable pleasure. I could spend my entire life with my love lance nestled between your boobs.”

“R-Really?”

Fiore moved her boobs even more eagerly, readily adding more saliva when they became dry.

However, there was one thing I found lacking. Despite her efforts, her forehead beaded with sweat, she didn’t seem aroused. It felt like a one-sided service.

If I were still the scroundler I once was, I would have only cared about my own pleasure, but now, I knew that shared pleasure was far more enjoyable.

“Fiore.”

I pulled her up.

“Why aren’t you aroused? I heard men need to cum to be satisfied…”

“You should be using this for that.”

I grabbed my dick and traced a path across her stomach, from her navel, down her defined abs, to the slight mound of her lower abdomen. I pressed against the spot where her womb would be.

“Haa… It’s so hot…”

Fiore stumbled, as if about to faint. I wrapped my arm around her waist to steady her, then, parting the hairs with my dick, I moved lower, and lower.

Fiore squirmed, then, as the tip of my erection slid into the apex of her thighs…

“Haaa!”

Unable to bear it any longer, Fiore wrapped her arms around my neck and clung to me.

Her ample boobs pressed against my chest, and my dick, trapped between her thighs, nestled against her mound, its tip just barely peeking out. The friction made her shiver.

“N-No… I-It hurts… I don’t know what this is… Haa…!”

“It’s so tight.”

I, too, was experiencing an unexpected pleasure. Her toned, thick thighs were gripping my dick almost as tightly as a pussy.

“Haa… Is this… good…?”

Fiore looked up at me with pleading eyes. Insecure about her own body, she constantly sought reassurance.

I answered with actions. I wrapped one arm around her waist and the other around her back, holding her in place. As I thrust, my dick slid back and forth between her thighs.

The copious amount of fluid she was producing aided the movement. She was incredibly wet. So wet that I wondered if she had wet herself.

“Ahhh!!!”

Fiore clung to me tighter, burying her face in my shoulder. Her muffled moans, so close to my ear, were incredibly erotic.

I grasped her bums and began to thrust in earnest. Then, as the tip of my glans brushed against her entrance…

“Haaa!!!”

Fiore’s body tensed, then went limp, as if about to collapse. A large amount of fluid gushed from her pussy, coating my dick.

She was incredibly wet and sensitive. While she seemed to have reached her climax, I didn’t stop.

“A-Allen…!”

She squirmed, her eyes pleading. I ignored her and continued to thrust. Fiore bit her lip and whispered,

“P-Please… put it in…”

“Put it where?”

“I-I don’t know…!”

Fiore shook her head. It was an uncharacteristic display of coquettishness, a far cry from her usual tomboyish demeanor.

“I need to know where to put it.”

I teased her, rubbing the tip of my glans against her entrance. Fiore squirmed, her hips moving instinctively to accommodate me.

I pulled back, frustrating her further. Fiore’s eyes narrowed.

“Damn it, are you seriously going to do this?”

I continued to tease her and said,

“Just say the word. And I’ll put it in.”

“Oh, really…”

After a long hesitation, Fiore squeezed her eyes shut and whispered,

“M-My pussy?”

“I can’t hear you. What was that?”

I feigned ignorance, and Fiore’s eyes snapped open, her gaze fixed on me. There was a determined glint in her eyes. Before I could react, she grabbed my dick.

“You…?”

Without hesitation, Fiore, overcome with desire, guided my dick to her pussy and pushed. It slid in all the way to the base.

“Ow! That hurts!”

It was only natural for Fiore’s eyes to well up with tears. I stared at her, dumbfounded. Fiore averted my gaze and buried her face in my shoulder.

And, true to form, she sought reassurance. Her sweet voice whispered in my ear,

“Is… is mine delicious…?”

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Nuuuuh she Juice out on foreplay🥹
anyway if there’s a bit of non consistent text from breasts to boobs and penis to dick, if I use breasts and penis on convo it sounds strange for me, yet you know if I use boobs and dick it sounds hot and alluring. So starting now imma change all of the breasts to boobs and penis to dick. Gimme your thoughts guys!