How to Survive as a Knight’s Son – Chapter 83

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Translated By Arcane Translations
Translator: Teottry
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“Yes…?” Usebia asked, her tears abruptly ceasing. She seemed to doubt her own ears. I, who had been as courteous as the protagonist of a chivalric romance, had just demanded her naked body like a back-alley thug. It would have been stranger if she hadn’t been taken aback.

Conversely, I maintained my composure. With my hands clasped on my thigh, as if devoid of any ulterior motives, I gazed intently at her.

“I said, take off your clothes.”

Having confirmed that she had heard correctly, Usebia’s face flushed with embarrassment.

“W-Why…?”

“One never knows. Perhaps you conceal a weapon beneath those garments.”

“I would never…!” Usebia retorted, her voice laced with desperation. I settled deeper into the chair, making myself more comfortable, and spoke calmly.

“I’m sure the Baron never suspected his daughter would poison a teacup.”

Usebia’s face shown shock, as if she hadn’t expected to hear such words from me. Her gaze, fixed on me, trembled slightly.

Having assassinated her own father to be with me, she probably expected comfort. Instead, I pushed her further to the brink. I didn’t need a wife; I needed a slave, someone who would feign death at my command.

This moment, with her family distracted by her patricide, was the perfect opportunity to mold her into my slave.

‘Though Adeliade does give me pause…’ I thought. Perhaps it was a mother’s boundless love. Even after her daughter murdered her husband, Adeliade’s love for Usebia seemed unwavering.

It differed from my expectations, but such devotion could be exploited, which wasn’t a bad thing.

“You refuse to show your naked body to your future husband? It seems your declarations of undying love, of being willing to die for me, were lies. And yet you ask me to trust you? What are you hiding, Usebia?”

“No! It isn’t true! I killed my own father with these hands to be with you…! You can’t do this to me…!”

“Then prove it,” I instructed calmly. Perhaps she sensed my resolve in my unwavering demeanor.

Unsure of what to do, she slowly reached for her clothes.

However, she didn’t progress further. She gripped the fabric tightly, her knuckles white, but she couldn’t bring herself to remove her garments.

“You assassinated your father for love, and yet you refuse to reveal your body to that same love? And you still expect me to trust you? I can’t help but doubt your true intentions.”

I clicked my tongue and rose from my chair. Slowly, step by step, I walked towards the door.

To make Usebia my slave, I needed her to understand her current predicament. Assassinating her father meant she had forsaken everything for love. If she lost me, she would have nothing left.

Absolutely nothing.

I reached the door and placed my hand on the doorknob.

“I-I’ll take it off! Just… please don’t leave…! Don’t abandon me…!”

Instead of returning to my chair, I turned to face Usebia from the doorway. My position made it clear that I would leave immediately if she didn’t comply.

Yet, her resistance remained firm. She clutched her clothes, biting her lip, but she still couldn’t bring herself to undress.

“Ha… A wife who resorts to lies before we’re even married? And you still expect me to believe you? Do you truly love me?”

Feigning disappointment, I turned my back to her. I gave her no time to think and pulled the doorknob.

-Creak.

The door opened slightly, revealing the hallway. It was then that Usebia, desperate as if her life depended on it, cried out.

“I-I’ll take it off…! Right now…!”

This time, her words were followed by action. I heard the rustle of fabric against skin behind me.

Slowly, I turned around. The first thing I noticed was the pile of clothes at Usebia’s feet on the bed.

Above them were legs, so white and smooth they looked as if they would leave a powdery residue at the slightest touch. Her thighs were shapely, and her well-defined hips, accentuated by her slender waist, exuded femininity.

Usebia twisted her body, crossing her legs to conceal herself. She covered her breasts with her arms. She seemed unaware that this coy display, with glimpses of her body revealed, was more alluring than complete nudity.

-Step. Step.

I slowly approached her. With each of my footsteps, she flinched.

When our eyes met, she quickly lowered her head, a blush spreading to her neck. As I continued to gaze at her silently, Usebia fidgeted, her body writhing.

“See? You can do it.”

“Y-You won’t leave me now… will you…?” Usebia asked, lifting her head slightly. Her eyes, filled with desperation, pleaded with me.

I offered her a gentle smile, and she, seemingly reassured, returned the gesture. However, it was too early for her to rejoice.

“There’s still something I need to verify.”

I deliberately let my gaze linger on Usebia’s breasts and groin, making my intentions clear. Her eyes trembled slightly.

“N-No… We’re not even married yet…”

“But how can I trust you, knowing you could be concealing something beneath those ample boobs and hips? Since we’ve come this far, return to your primal form and prove your innocence.”

Usebia had already crossed one line. Crossing the next would be even easier.

“B-But I can’t…” she stammered, even as she began removing her undergarments.

She tried to shield herself by turning slightly, but the curve of her body, accentuated by the movement, only served to entice me further.

My mouth watered. My cock, already fully erect, strained against my trousers. If I took her now, she wouldn’t resist. She would probably welcome it, eagerly awaiting my embrace.

‘No. That won’t do.’ That would only make her an ordinary wife, not the slave I desired, one who would obey my every command without question.

I suppressed my desire.

Meanwhile, Usebia, squirming under my gaze, finally spoke.

“I-Is this enough…?”

“Stand up straight so I can properly verify,” I commanded sternly, seeking to subconsciously establish a hierarchy between us. Already cornered, she obediently followed my instructions, unaware of the shift in power dynamics.

Usebia stood facing me, her arms and hands covering her breasts and groin.

However, her ample boobs couldn’t be fully concealed by her arms, and a glimpse of her pubic hair was visible. Of course, I wouldn’t be satisfied with that.

“Remove your hands.”

“Ah…” Usebia straightened her posture, assuming an attention stance.

“Hmm…”

With each of my glances, she flinched and trembled slightly. Her face was flushed with embarrassment.

But why did I sense a dampness between her legs? As I stared pointedly at her groin, Usebia subtly crossed her legs.

She attempted to conceal herself, but the movement only served to reveal the inside of her thighs. The smooth, supple skin glistened. It wasn’t sweat.

‘She’s aroused in this situation?’ I thought. Her reaction hinted at her underlying sexual proclivities. This would make things even easier. I acted like I didn’t know anything, and I asked,

“There’s something glistening between your legs. Are you concealing something there?”

She seemed unaware that she was leaking fluids. Upon noticing the sheen on her thighs, Usebia’s eyes widened in surprise, and she quickly turned around. Her round butt jiggled enticingly.

“No! This is…!”

“This is?” I questioned, even though I knew the answer. Her silence displeased me. A slave shouldn’t conceal anything from their master.

“Usebia. Stand up straight and show me. What are you hiding between your legs?”

“Haa…!” Usebia hesitated, but as I rose from my chair, she turned to face me. Closing her eyes tightly, she spread her legs in an A-shape.

Her plump labia were pressed tightly together, glistening with fluids. The fluids trickled down her thighs, creating the sheen I had noticed earlier.

I took the opportunity to approach her, closing the distance until I could reach her with my outstretched hand.

Seeing me approach, Usebia instinctively bucked her hips. A surge of fluid escaped from between her labia.

“Haa…” she moaned, writhing as if in discomfort. Unfazed, I continued my instructions.

“I can’t see properly. Push your hips forward.”

“L-Like this…?” she asked, pushing her hips towards me, as if inviting me to take a closer look.

Her dignity was on the verge of crumbling completely. Her unquestioning obedience to my commands proved it.

“Hmm… There seems to be something there… Usebia, Spread it out.”

I was insatiable, and pushed her further, stripping her of any remaining dignity, ensuring there would be no turning back.

“S-Spread? What…?”

“You know what I mean.”

Startled, Usebia lifted her head abruptly to look at me. I maintained my composure, pointing at her groin.

She swallowed nervously, hesitating for a moment before finally turning her head away, her face flushed with shame. With her own hand, she spread her labia.

The exposed flesh, a delicate shade of pink, seemed to proclaim that it had never been touched by another. However, it was so drenched in fluids that it was difficult to be certain.

Her plump labia and taut inner lips were pristine. Fluids were still seeping out of the pussy, which was almost invisible.

“I-Is this enough…?” she stammered, mortified at the sight of her own exposed genitals. And yet, even in her shame, she seemed aroused, fluids continuously flowing from between her parted labia.

I bent down, bringing my face close to her exposed pussy. Startled, Usebia tried to pull her hips back.

“Usebia. Stay still. I’m verifying something,” I said, looking up at her sternly.

“B-But you’re too close…!”

“Are you hiding something in your pussy? Is that why you’re avoiding me?”

“No…!”

“Then stand still.”

After a moment of hesitation, Usebia reluctantly presented herself to me again. Muttering the word “pussy” repeatedly, she covered her face with both hands.

I closed the distance further, observing the pulsating pussy. I let out a hot breath, and…

“Haa…!” Usebia bucked her hips, a surge of fluid gushing from her vagina. Her trembling legs indicated she had reached a minor climax. She was incredibly sensitive.

Having removed her hands from her face, her cheeks were flushed, and her eyes glowed with arousal. She was ready for me to take her.

However, I chose to retreat. I needed her to crave my touch, to obey my every command without hesitation.

“It seems there’s nothing dangerous there for now.”

As I pulled away, Usebia, her arousal subsiding, seemed to realize the extent of her shame. She covered her face again and retreated.

“O-Of course…! Why would I do anything to harm you…? You’re the only one I can trust now. So please, don’t leave me alone. Please…”

I shook my head.

“One never knows what the future holds. You might suddenly change your mind and try to kill me.”

“What more can I do to reassure you? Tell me. Should I offer you my heart?” Her eyes reflected a complex mix of confusion, arousal, and shame. She seemed oblivious to the implications of her own words.

“I need to test you. To see if you’ll still obey me even when you’re upset.”

I sat back down and gestured for her to approach. Her face brightening, Usebia hurried off the bed and practically fell at my feet, her bare feet making no sound on the floor.

“H-How…?”

As I stroked her hair, she nuzzled against my leg like a purring cat. I enjoyed the sensation of her soft hair against my fingers as I spoke.

“First, would you mind removing my trousers? Ah, you can’t use your hands.”

I guided Usebia’s head towards my groin. Confused by my instruction not to use her hands, she quickly understood and used her mouth instead.

Fortunately, I had tied my trousers with a ribbon. She easily untied it by tugging on the ends with her teeth.

Beginner’s luck, perhaps? She managed to pull down both my trousers and underwear with her mouth. Of course, i helped with lifting my hips slightly.

“I-I did it…!” Usebia said, lifting her head, her breath coming in ragged gasps from the effort. Just then, a shadow fell over her face.

Instinctively, she looked up to see the source of the shadow, and her face contorted in shock and terror.

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