How to Survive as a Knight’s Son – Chapter 73

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Translated By Arcane Translations
Translator: Teottry
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“Sir Allen, we’ve captured every single one of them. What are your orders?”

Dreng, the mercenary captain, returned and reported after I had finished brushing the dust off Bordel’s clothes.

“Put them to work building quarters near the coast. They’ll be living there, so I doubt they’ll do a shoddy job. It’ll also serve as practice for repairing the coastal walls.”

While I wanted to eradicate the Montoya family for trying to sacrifice Anya, I couldn’t waste such a valuable workforce, especially since there were dozens of them.

“Understood.”

Dreng saluted and left. The captured members of the Montoya family, who had been watching me intently, breathed a sigh of relief.

‘I wonder if they’ll still be so relieved once they start repairing the walls.’

How could those who had lived lives of luxury handle the arduous task of repairing the walls? They would soon regret it, wishing they were dead.

“Sir Allen…?”

Bordel, who had escaped my grasp thanks to Dreng, groaned as he pulled himself together.

“So, you’re my brother-in-law! It seems you don’t know who I am. Listen carefully. I am a relative of Earl Dressten, and I’m to marry your sister.”

Bordel was a man in his mid-thirties. His face was wrinkled like a peasant’s, and his manner of speaking was frivolous. That was probably why he looked cheap, even in silk clothes.

I looked down at the hand he offered theatrically, then raised my head.

“Marry my sister? On whose authority?”

Bordel’s face twisted at my dismissive attitude, as if I deemed him unworthy of even a handshake.

“Do you dare defy Earl Dressten’s will? I, a descendant of the Earl’s family, am offering to marry a mere knight’s daughter! Marrying me will bring prosperity to both your sister and you!”

“Is the Earl’s bloodline all you have to offer?”

Bordel flinched at my casual remark. I had inadvertently struck a nerve. However, his arrogance remained.

“What more is needed?”

While I knew the nobility were generally scoundrels, for this good for nothing, who had nothing to offer, to covet Anya, the heiress to the invaluable fishing rights? The Earl who ordered this was just as much of a scoundrel.

“You fool. You still haven’t learned your lesson, even after seeing the families who sided with the Earl ruined. Well, I suppose the Earl wouldn’t give his true bloodline to a knight’s daughter. You must be some distant, unknown relative, perhaps even a bastard.”

“Hic.”

I seemed to have struck another nerve. This time, Bordel hiccuped.

I clicked my tongue and bound him. He finally seemed to realize something was amiss and began to struggle and resist.

“W-What are you going to do to me?! I’m a relative of Earl Dressten! The Earl won’t stand idly by if you don’t treat me with respect!”

“That’s what I’m hoping for.”

Despite this incident, Dominico hadn’t shown himself. He seemed to have left for the Earl’s territory as soon as he heard my offer.

He would return after learning of the Baron’s intentions. If this man complained about his mistreatment then, it would only increase the Earl’s suspicion of the Baron.

‘That’s the end of your role.’

And what would happen to Bordel after his role was over was obvious.

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Having finished dealing with the aftermath, I hurried along. Despite my haste, the bell signaling midnight had already tolled some time ago.

Still, Anya would be waiting. She would be anticipating our reunion as much as I was.

“Haa…”

As expected, muffled moans were coming from behind the closed door. Was she masturbating out of frustration? Considering Anya’s past behavior, it was a plausible assumption.

-Creak.

As I opened the door, I was greeted by the sight of a round, plump backside. The thick labia were pressed tightly together, leaving no gaps.

The rosy pink pussy seemed to proclaim its virginity. Yet, the copious amount of fluids already coating her plump bum, making them glisten, was incredibly enticing.

Her wrists and ankles were bound with leather straps connected to chains, which were tied to the headboard of the bed, forcing her legs apart and upwards.

Forced her ass even higher into the air, creating an inviting curve.

However, contrary to my expectations, the defenseless woman, her body practically begging to be taken, wasn’t Anya.

While Anya had matured considerably during our separation, she didn’t possess such a voluptuous, ripe figure, nor was her skin so pale and smooth.

The woman bound to the bed frame, her limbs spread eagle, was also wearing a blindfold. She turned her head from side to side and spoke,

“A-Anya? Didn’t you hear the door? I-Is someone there…?”

Her trembling voice was the same one I had heard at dinner. It had sounded sharper and more aggressive then, but now, it was filled with anxiety.

‘Eleanor?’

The naked woman, bound and exposed on the bed, was Eleanor, the Lord of Quaran and a princess.

I froze, stunned by the unexpected sight.

“Why? Is someone not allowed to enter?”

There was another person in the room. Anya, who had been sitting on the bed by the fireplace, rose and approached Eleanor, smiling at me.

Eleanor’s thighs, tense from being forced apart, and her tightly closed pussy twitched as Anya’s hand touched her.

“Haa…!”

A flood of fluid gushed between her labia, flowing down her ass crack. The bedsheets were already soaked.

Anya grinned at me, then got out of bed and walked towards me, her footsteps silent as a thief’s.

‘You can’t take your eyes off her, can you? How is it? Do you like my present?’

I was speechless. It felt as though a large stone had been dropped into the calm lake of my heart, creating violent ripples.

Eleanor was a woman of the highest status. If I hadn’t regained the memories of my past life, I wouldn’t have even dared to look her in the eye.

Moreover, she was a beautiful woman with the rare allure of albinism. And there she was, completely vulnerable, her most private parts exposed, as if begging to be taken.

Yet, I hesitated. I wasn’t entirely certain I was immune to Eleanor’s ability.

Anya seemed to sense my apprehension.

‘This is the best way to confirm if your ability is affecting you. Eleanor hates you, so there’ll definitely be a reaction.’

‘But the consequences could be dire if it’s not.’

‘So you’re just going to back down?’

Anya’s hand brushed against my groin. My erection dick, harder than usual, was already straining against my pants. Anya smiled knowingly.

She didn’t press the issue and returned to the bed, as if there was no need for further persuasion, as if she already knew what I would do.

“Anya…? Is that you, Anya?”

Eleanor, sensing the weight on the bed, called out anxiously.

“Of course~ I’m the only one who can take care of our Eleanor.”

“Anya…”

If a stranger saw them, they would think Anya was the princess and Eleanor the servant. Their reversed roles, so different from what I had witnessed at dinner, only fueled my desire further.

Anya was dominating Eleanor. I couldn’t help but hope that she would protect me even if Eleanor became aware of my presence.

Anya seemed to sense my thoughts. She smiled at me again, then climbed onto the bed and ordered,

“Eleanor, stick out your tongue.”

“Yes…”

Eleanor obeyed without hesitation, opening her mouth and sticking out her tongue.

Anya poked Eleanor’s tongue with hers, and Eleanor’s tongue, reacting sensitively, writhed, searching for Anya’s.

The chase was short-lived, and soon, their tongues were tangled outside their mouths, creating sticky, lewd sounds that echoed through the room.

One was my sister, and the other a princess, a woman of untouchable status.

And the princess, who had treated me with such disdain just hours ago, was now exposed and vulnerable, her fluids flowing freely.

-Snap.

Something within me broke. And a thought crossed my mind. Just a little. Just a little wouldn’t hurt, would it?

“Hmm…! A-Anya…?! Your hand…!”

Eleanor’s toned thighs were tense. They twitched as my hand touched them, as if convulsing.

A surge of fluid gushed from her pussy. She was a sensitive, erotic creature.

Anya grinned at me and whispered to Eleanor,

“What about my hand?”

“N-Nothing… It’s just… strange… It’s hard and thick, like a man’s hand… Eek…!”

Anya didn’t let Eleanor finish. She grabbed Eleanor’s small breast and squeezed it hard.

“Disappointing. Can’t you even recognize your master’s hand anymore? Hmm?”

“I-I’m sorry… I was wrong…”

“Is an apology enough? And what about earlier, at dinner? I warned you so explicitly, yet you were so disrespectful to Brother.”

Anya pinched and pulled Eleanor’s rosy pink nipple. Her teardrop-shaped breast stretched into a cone. This wasn’t a playful tease to divert attention.

“Ahh…!”

Despite the sensitive area being stimulated, Eleanor seemed to feel more pleasure than pain. She squirmed, trying to resist the pleasure, but her rosy pink pussy was already flooding.

“I-I’m sorry… It’s just… you seemed so close to your brother… I was jealous…”

“You’re just a toy! You should spread your legs for any man your master desires!”

“N-No… I only want Anya… Haa…!”

-Slap.

The sound of Anya’s hand striking Eleanor’s ass cut her off. A blush quickly spread across Eleanor’s pale skin. The clear handprint was a testament to the force of the blow.

Yet, Eleanor bucked her hips, her pussy gushing fluids. She seemed thoroughly trained.

“How dare you disobey?”

Anya stepped back slightly, creating some space and gesturing towards me. I now had a clear view of Eleanor’s massive boobs.

Her areolas, small compared to her breasts, were also rosy pink, and her nipples, hard and erect, beckoned me enticingly.

Eleanor squirmed as I extended my tongue and lightly flicked her nipple. She bucked her hips when I gently nibbled on it with my teeth.

“Hmm…! Th-This is strange…! It feels different…!”

“It feels better, doesn’t it?”

Anya replied casually, then pulled down my pants. As my underwear followed, my log sprang free, bouncing against the bridge of Eleanor’s nose.

“Ha…”

Anya’s eyes gleamed with a heated intensity. My dick twitched as her warm breath brushed against it. It, too, was pleased to be reunited with its home. Anya licked her lips and then swallowed my dick whole.

-Slurp. Chomp. Slurp.

Sticky, lewd sounds filled the air. Anya, lost in the pleasure of tasting my cock after so long, seemed oblivious to the situation.

“Anya…? What are you doing…?”

Eleanor, hearing the unfamiliar, erotic sounds so close, turned her blindfolded face in our direction, her voice trembling. Anya didn’t answer.

“Anya…?”

I had no choice but to silence Eleanor. With my mouth, of course. I knocked with my tongue, and Eleanor, as if anticipating it, opened her mouth.

However, she began to squirm as my tongue invaded, greedily exploring her mouth.

“Haa…! Y-You’re so rough…! A-Are you really Anya? Anya…?”

Eleanor tilted her head back, breaking the kiss, and continued to call out for Anya.

I gently stroked Anya’s hair, urging her to respond.

Anya, distracted by my dick, frowned at the interruption. Then, grinning, she patted my ass and pointed at Eleanor’s pussy.

“Actually, I have a present for you.”

I wondered if the present she referred to was me, Eleanor, or perhaps both.

“Anya…?”

Eleanor seemed instinctively afraid. Despite the word “present,” her voice trembled with anxiety.

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