How to Survive as a Knight’s Son – Chapter 84

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Translated By Arcane Translations
Translator: Teottry
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Usebia’s eyes widened in astonishment. Despite having received the requisite sex education of a noblewoman, she couldn’t help but be awed by the sheer size of my erection cock.

Curiosity, perhaps? She leaned closer, her warm breath brushing against my cock.

“Haa…” My sensitive cock twitched in response. The problem was that Usebia was too close. The tip brushed against the bridge of her nose.

“Oh my!” Usebia yelped, startled, and fell back onto her butts. Her massive boobs, the elegant curves of her body, and her tightly closed, yet slick with fluids, pussy were exposed.

Her snow-white skin made it feel as if I were stealing a glimpse of a snow fairy’s hidden shame.

“D-Don’t look…!” Usebia cried, realizing her exposed state, quickly adjusting her position and covering herself with her hands.

I scoffed. Hadn’t she just moments ago, with her own hands, spread her pussy and revealed its depths? It was too late for modesty. I glared down at her sternly.

“Usebia. Remove your hands. I told you, to must conceal nothing from me.”

“But…”

“That’s an order.” I intentionally spoke coldly. I couldn’t allow her to mistake this for lovers’ foreplay. I didn’t want a lover; I wanted a slave.

“That’s cruel…” Usebia’s pitiful expression tugged at my protective instincts. Any ordinary man would have embraced her without hesitation.

“The choice is yours.” I treated her even more coldly. If I gave in to her now, all my efforts would be for naught. It was crucial to establish the power dynamic from the very beginning.

Finally, Usebia moved her hands from her groin to cover her face. Her exposed pussy seemed even wetter now.

As I stared at her, Usebia trembled slightly, a surge of fluid escaping her tightly closed labia. Despite the situation, she was clearly aroused.

I continued to test her obedience.

“You made the right choice, so I’ll reward you.”

“A-A reward…?” I beckoned her, and Usebia face’s brightening, eagerly clung to my leg. I pulled her closer, positioning her so that my cock was inches from her face, as before.

Her eyes trembled as she gazed at my still-imposing erection cock.

I pushed it closer, practically touching her face. She tried to pull away, but this time, I held the back of her head, preventing her escape. I commanded,

“Stick out your tongue and swallow it.”

“I-I’m not a whore…!” Usebia strongly objected.

Fellatio was considered a taboo act, religiously forbidden. Some priests even decreed that a wife who swallowed her husband’s semen must subsist on bread and water on designated days for seven years. For this reason, fellatio was seen as a vulgar act, fit only for whores. That’s why she objected.

“You’re not a whore? Another lie?”

“What…? Haa…” I roughly pulled her arm, forcing her into an awkward embrace. She moaned as my hand roughly groped her pussy.

I held my hand, now coated in her fluids, in front of her face.

“You’re leaking fluids even as you’re being tested? What a lewd body. No whore could compare. You deny it? Will you deny it even with this evidence?”

“No… I’m not… that kind of woman…” Usebia couldn’t bring herself to look at my hand, now covered in her own fluids. I continued my relentless verbal assault.

“You murdered your father, and now you succumb to such base pleasures while feigning remorse. And you expect me to treat you like a human being? Even a whore would have more dignity.”

“Don’t say that! Please…!” Usebia struggled in my embrace, but I held her tightly, whispering,

“Who would take a woman as a wife, a woman who might murder her husband at any moment, a woman devoid of any human decency? Ah, but with a body as lewd as a whore’s, you might serve as a receptacle for my desires.”

“Nooo! I’m not a whore, or a toilet…!”

“Is that so?” I brought my mouth to her breast, nibbling on her nipple. My fingers found her clitoris, focusing my attention there.

Despite the rough handling, a level of stimulation no virgin should be able to handle, Usebia writhed in pleasure.

“Haa…!”

I was becoming certain. She had masochistic tendencies, a desirable trait in a slave.

“Usebia. If you become my toilet, you won’t have to suffer any more guilt. Guilt is a burden for humans. I’ll bear that burden. In return, you’ll obey my commands and satisfy my desires. That is your purpose as a toilet.”

“Haa… T-Then you won’t abandon me…?”

“If you fulfill your role as a toilet.” I brought my fingers, which is slick with her fluids, to her lips. After a moment’s hesitation, she parted her lips slightly.

The first time is always the hardest. Once she accepted my fingers into her mouth, Usebia eagerly sucked on them. I wanted to be certain she had completely broken.

“Open your mouth.”

Usebia, looking up at me questioningly, obeyed.

“Swallow it all, like a good toilet.” I spat into her mouth.

Startled, Usebia immediately closed her mouth, then, seeing my frown, quickly opened it again. She cupped her hand beneath her chin, catching the spilled saliva and swallowing it all.

-Gulp. Gulp. Gulp.

She opened her mouth wide, showing me its emptiness, seeking confirmation that she had swallowed everything.

Finally, I smiled.

“It seems you’ve finally grasped the basics of being a toilet.”

“Hee…” Usebia squirmed, as if pleased with my praise. I stroked her hair, gradually increasing the pressure, pushing her head down until it was level with my groin.

“Shall we put this toilet to proper use?”

Still seemingly hesitant, Usebia closed her eyes tightly and swallowed my cock. Her tongue seemed to have retreated, leaving only an empty sensation. After a moment, however,

She cautiously touched my penis with her tongue. It backed off for a second when my dick twitched against the roof of her mouth, but when it came back, it was bolder and more eager.

Even animals bite their masters if they aren’t properly rewarded. I knew that whips alone weren’t enough to train a slave.

“See? You’re good at this.”

Encouraged by my praise, Usebia began to suck in earnest, constantly glancing up at me, seeking approval.

The lewd service of this once innocent, lily like young woman sent shivers down my spine.

At the same time, a thought occurred to me. If this lewd toilet enjoyed being degraded, perhaps she could handle even more. I placed both hands on her head, holding it in place.

“Slurp. W-Why…?” Usebia tilted her head, looking up at me quizzically.

“Relax and take it deeper.” I slowly pushed my cock forward. The tip slid past the roof of her mouth and into her throat.

“Ah, it hurts…!” Usebia cried, instinctively clutching my thighs. Tears welled up in her eyes as she winced.

“So you can’t do it? You can’t be a toilet?”

“N-No! I can do it…! Gurgling sound…” Usebia hastily swallowed, forcing a smile mimic through her tears.

The sensation of her throat stretching to accommodate my cock, along with the intense tightness, was exhilarating. The sight of Usebia gasping for air, her brow furrowed in discomfort, satisfied my sadistic urges.

“Tighten your throat.”

Usebia’s throat muscles constricted, increasing the pressure and sending a wave of pleasure through me.

Unable to hold back any longer, I gripped her head firmly with both hands. Usebia’s eyes trembled as she anticipated what was coming, further fueling my sadistic desires.

“Usebia. Don’t spill a single drop this time.”

“Gulp…” She couldn’t answer. I had begun thrusting roughly.

Ignoring her pain, I selfishly indulged my own desires. I was quickly approaching my peak.

“Gurgling sound…” I pulled her head closer, her eyes half-lidded. My cock plunged to its base.

At the same time, my semen erupted, filling her throat.

Usebia swallowed repeatedly, but it was too much. The excess spilled from the corners of her mouth, coating her face.

After the last drop had been expelled, I pulled my cock out. Semen dribbled from her parted lips. She looked up at me, her eyes vacant, and asked,

“D-Did I do well…? You won’t abandon me now…?”

“How could I abandon such a wonderful toilet?”

“Haaa…” Usebia shuddered, her legs still spread in an M-shape, fluids trickling down her inner thighs. The sight of her cumming from being recognized as a toilet was strangely beautiful.

I smoothed her disheveled hair and lifted her into my arms. She buried her face in my chest and sobbed. I could feel her trembling against me.

“I was so scared… You’re all I have left… I was so scared you would abandon me…”

As if my embrace wasn’t enough, Usebia clung to me even tighter. I stroked her back soothingly and laid her down on the bed. Looking into her eyes, I said,

“If you continue to fulfill your role as a toilet, I promise I won’t abandon you.”

“I will…! I will…!”

“Then let’s test it. Spread your legs and open your pussy.”

Having done it once, Usebia’s movements were swift. She quickly spread her legs in an M-shape, and with her own hand, spread her labia, revealing her slick, dripping pussy.

Her crescent-shaped hymen was visible, but it was hard to believe she was a virgin. She even whispered,

“M-Master… Please use this toilet… Ruin me…!”

She was a toilet that now performed her duties without being asked. It was a sight that demanded a reward.

I thrust my cock forward. With a slight pop, it slid easily into her pussy.

“Haa-! It’s… inside…!” The blood trickling down her thighs confirmed her virginity. She was unusually tight. Unlike the other women, there had been no proper foreplay.

It should have been painful, yet Usebia writhed in pleasure.

As I suspected, she had masochistic tendencies.

Then there was no need to hold back. I flipped her over, positioning her for doggy style. I slapped her round butts hard.

“Haa…!” Usebia shuddered and whimpered, her pussy clenching around my cock. I thrust harder, forcing my way in, molding her to fit me.

Usebia whimpered like an animal. I couldn’t tell if it was a cry of pleasure or pain. Nor did I care.

This was a toilet that didn’t deserve consideration. I ravished her without restraint, thrusting again and again.

I continued to give her pleasure, imprinting on her the realization that her sole purpose was to be a toilet. She, in turn, eagerly accepted my thrusts, as if seeking to forget everything in the throes of pleasure.

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Adelia made her way to her daughter’s room. It had been three full days since she had given Allen and Usebia some privacy, after Allen’s ominous words about it possibly being their last time together.

‘The maid said she hasn’t left the room once…?’ She knew what a young couple, deeply in love, would be doing alone in a room for three days.

As a woman with conservative values, Adelia found it difficult to accept.

However, she endured. The maid who brought their meals had reported that Usebia’s face was brighter than it had been in a long time.

While Allen wasn’t her ideal son-in-law, it seemed that, as he had said, Usebia needed him.

‘Is this the power of love?’ Having only experienced arranged marriages and perfunctory sex for the sake of producing heirs, she found it hard to comprehend. Yet, she couldn’t help but feel a pang of envy.

“Haa…” Adelia sighed and shook her head. Things had already come this far. She had no choice but to accept Allen as her son-in-law.

For her daughter’s sake, she would have to treat him properly, unlike before.

That resolve, however, didn’t last long.

Adelia gasped. Having forgotten to knock, she opened the door and was met with the sight of the two of them, completely naked.

She managed to stop the door from opening fully, but even the narrow gap offered a clear view of the room.

Allen was exceptionally tall, at least two heads taller than the average man, and his physique was perfectly proportioned. His muscles, honed through battle, glistened with sweat, their definition even more pronounced.

It was a body that exuded masculinity, one that would make any woman blush. Adelia’s face flushed crimson, and a wave of heat washed over her.

What shocked her even more was the sight of Usebia kneeling before him, swallowing his massive cock.

‘How… indecent…!’ Adeliade couldn’t tear her eyes away. She knew, as a mother, that she should leave or at least make her presence known, but…!

Usebia was performing fellatio, an act fit only for whores. A deep-seated desire, long suppressed and ignored, began to stir within Adelia. The shock continued.

Usebia’s throat bobbed as she swallowed the massive cock, a feat in itself. It happened too frequently to be simply swallowing semen.

‘Could it be…?’

As the monstrous cock slowly withdrew, revealing its tip, a golden fluid dribbled from Usebia’s lips.

Usebia eagerly lapped up the fluid with her fingers, a beatific smile on her face. She even cleaned Allen’s cock with her tongue.

She looked like a cheap whore. No, even a cheap whore wouldn’t behave like that.

The sight of her daughter, reduced to such a base state, made Adelia stagger. Having never imagined such a scene, she instinctively took a step back.

Allen noticed her.

“Master…?” Usebia tilted her head, following Allen’s gaze towards the hallway. Adelia had already disappeared, leaving the hallway empty. Allen shook his head dismissively.

“Clean up. Make sure it’s spotless.”

“Yes…!” Usebia smiled sweetly and resumed her fellatio, her tongue working with far more enthusiasm than the night before.

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Fellatio~ how is it fellas?😏