Chapter 1: The Right of the First Night
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 1: The Right of the First Night
My head felt like it was splitting apart. The intense headache made it hard to even open my eyes. I reflexively reached for the back of my head and felt a large bump. Only then did I remember what happened before I lost consciousness.
“That… son of a bitch—”
The village's most beautiful woman, pinned beneath me, her face a mask of shock. Following her gaze, I saw a man with bloodshot eyes, raising a club high in the air.
That was my last memory.
The groom-to-be, robbed of his bride's first night, had lost control of his anger and done something reckless.
To be honest, I'd been lucky so far.
This outcome was inevitable from the moment I started stealing brides' first nights using the antiquated right of the first night.
What kind of groom-to-be would stand by idly while his bride is stolen away at the very peak of their love?
“Even I wouldn't have just stood by.”
Suddenly, I felt a sense of dissonance. These were thoughts my old self would never have had.
The headache washed over me again. As if a dam had burst, memories sleeping beyond my consciousness began to pour out one by one.
Giant buildings, iron ships that flew in the sky, carriages that ran without horses, massive cities built of steel and concrete, people in boxes, dramas, games, and so on.
“Ah—”
Memories of a past life mixed with those of my current one.
Am I Allen, the son of a knight who owns a small manor? Or am I Jungwoo, a modern man who died young?
The former's sense of self was stronger. This was because the memories of a scoundrel, filled with acts like rape and arson, were far more intense than the unremarkable memories of my modern life.
I had been committing all sorts of villainous acts since I was young. Now that I've regained my modern memories, I can sort of understand why.
Unlike the modern era, which is overflowing with all kinds of entertainment, the medieval period had few diversions. At most, there was dancing, drinking, watching jousting matches, and perhaps dice games or sex.
Maybe that's why I became such a scoundrel.
It was a fine piece of self-justification.
“Lord Allen…”
When I opened my eyes again, I saw things I hadn't noticed before. A middle-aged couple, their skin tanned nearly the color of dirt and wrinkled, and their daughter, Mari, the most beautiful girl in the village.
They were kneeling by the bed, prostrated, unable to lift their heads. Shivering uncontrollably, they looked like condemned prisoners before the gallows. Well, it made sense.
I was the son of a knight who reigned like a king over his manor. The couple and Mari before me were the future in-laws of the man who had struck me from behind. They would have no grounds for complaint if I killed them on the spot.
My old self would have actually done it. But having regained my modern memories, I thought it would be a waste.
Weren't the people of the manor a type of property? Not mine right now, but they would be someday.
“And the man?”
Of course, I had no intention of forgiving the bastard who'd hit me.
“We have Jackson tied up outside! Absolutely! We knew nothing about this! He did it all on his own!”
“Isn't he your son-in-law?”
“If we'd known he was that kind of man, we never would have accepted him as a son-in-law!”
The father's desperate effort to save his family was commendable. The daughter, however, seemed slightly displeased. The look she gave her father was quite complicated. The corner of my mouth twitched.
So she's worried about him even in a situation like this?
“Is that so? Bring him here.”
“Please, have mercy…”
Mari, who had kept her mouth tightly shut until then, raised her head.
“Maria! What are you saying!”
The man scolded his daughter, glancing nervously at me. He was terrified the trouble might spread to his daughter.
“Enough. Come here.”
Leaving her anxious parents behind, Mari cautiously approached me.
I grabbed her chin and lifted her head. For someone as skinny as a stick, her face was quite pretty. Her rough skin and many freckles were flaws, but it was rare to find a woman this attractive in the countryside.
That was why I had laid my hands on her.
But now, things I wouldn't have cared about before regaining my modern memories kept bothering me. Dirty clothes, grimy fingernails, a strange smell. It was enough to make me frown instinctively.
The problem was, I was only slightly better off than her. The moment I realized that, my whole body felt itchy, as if insects were crawling all over me.
“I need to wash.”
People whose lives are on the line can display superhuman strength. The middle-aged man was no exception. As soon as I said I needed to wash, he brought a huge oak barrel from somewhere, set it up in the storage room, and lit a fire under it. He even pushed his own daughter, the bride-to-be, forward to attend to my bath.
“Then, I will wait outside.”
“Tie that bastard Jackson up in the room from before.”
“Yes. Understood.”
As soon as the couple left, I immediately took off my clothes.
Mari, standing beside me, was startled and covered her face with her hands. But the gaps between her fingers were quite wide. Her gaze swept over my firm chest before landing on the main event.
“Gasp—”
Mari sucked in a sharp breath. It was after she saw my snake-like cock. I let out a smirk and said.
“Isn't it a little too early to be surprised?”
My cock was limp. Meaning, it wasn't erect yet. Realizing this a moment later, Mari's throat bobbed as she swallowed hard. From that reaction, I knew she had experience with sex.
That was a good thing.
When erect, it was imposing enough to be mistaken for a third leg. A virgin wouldn't be able to take it properly.
Of course, my old self would have just ignored that. But having regained my modern memories, I knew that mutually enjoyable sex was much more pleasurable.
I submerged myself in the oak barrel. The temperature was just right. My body relaxed into a pleasant languor. All the while, Mari just watched.
“Why? Disappointed?”
Mari hadn't been able to tear her eyes away until my cock disappeared beneath the water. Immediately after, she licked her lips without realizing it.
“I don't know what you mean.”
“Don't play dumb. Stop staring and attend to me.”
Mari soaked a piece of cloth in the water and began to wash my body. The rough texture of the cloth and her gentle touch created a strange harmony.
“Could you stand up?” Mari asked after washing my hands, arms, neck, and chest.
“You get in.”
“What?”
“Is there a problem?”
The oak barrel was a bit cramped for two people. But for Mari, who was as slender as a twig, it seemed possible.
Mari hesitated.
“I have a husband.”
“A groom-to-be, you mean. And his life is hanging by a thread. His fate will be decided by what you do.”
Mari bit her lip and glared at me. But there was nothing she could do.
Mari took off her clothes, one piece at a time. While her face was deeply tanned, the skin on her body was incredibly white. However, perhaps due to poor nutrition, her butt, thighs, and breasts were very small.
“A pity.”
Mari's face soured. She roughly climbed into the barrel. The slightly overflowing water told me just how light she was.
“Doesn't seem like an arranged marriage, then?”
“…We're childhood friends. We were always together since we were little. When we were old enough to know about the affairs of men and women, I knew it was my destiny to marry Jackson. He felt the same.”
“Do you love him?”
The cloth in her hand moved down my body. My limp cock began to harden. I closed the distance between us. My rising cock pressed firmly against her lower belly.
Her hand, washing me with the cloth, flinched. She bit her lower lip lightly. Her gaze was fixed on the water. A massive shadow was dancing beneath the surface.
“…Of course. Jackson is an only son, and he owns a good amount of land. Unlike other men, he doesn't treat women poorly. It's hard to find a man like him around here.”
I asked about love, but Mari spoke of conditions. Marriage was a reality, and medieval marriages were even more conditional than modern ones.
The hand holding the cloth moved back up to wash my body. But her other, idle hand, moved downward. Her hand cautiously approached my cock, moving up and down as if to measure its size, and then…
“Hk…!”
Mari's head shot up. Her wide eyes showed just how surprised she was.
“Why? Seems it's quite different from Jackson's?”
“Bigger isn't always better. Especially when it's abnormally large like this, it's just painful for the woman receiving it.”
“Well, I think differently.”
Before regaining my modern memories, I thought the same way Mari did. Honestly, there's a limit to how big it should be. Something this big could easily be called a weapon. So I'd thought the pain was natural, and I'd been too busy satisfying my own desires to consider my partner.
However, my modern memories contained videos of women handling things even bigger than this. They were in pain, but they felt even greater pleasure.
“Please, spare Jackson.”
Mari changed the subject. Her hand, gripping my cock, began to slowly pump back and forth. She didn't seem to have much experience; her hand movements were incredibly awkward.
“As I said before, it depends on your sincerity.”
I leaned my back against the rim of the barrel. My lower body naturally floated up a bit. My cock, looking even bigger in the water.
Gulp.
After swallowing, Mari hung the cloth on the barrel's rim. Her now-free hand joined the other on my cock. Even with both hands, the head still stuck out.
“I'll… I'll start.”
The pumping motion started again. Trying to score points, she even twisted her hands as she gripped me, but having no experience with something this massive, it felt worse than when she'd used just one hand.
“I'm not going to cum like this. It seems you don't love Jackson as much as you say. What a shame. He risked his life for you, and at this rate, he's going to die.”
“I… I can do better.”
Mari stood up, placed my legs on her shoulders, and then pushed them aside to rest on either side of the barrel's rim. My position became spider-like, and my cock, which had been hidden in the water, revealed its full glory.
“Ah…”
Mari, positioned between my legs, couldn't look away. Then, with a dazed look in her eyes, she approached, pressed her nose against my cock, and inhaled deeply.
“You said you didn't like big ones. Have you changed your mind?”
“N-no. It's just the smell…”
“You like the smell?”
“I said no!”
Mari shouted, then swallowed the head—the part that her two hands couldn't cover—in one go. The sensation of her soft yet rough tongue sliding over the sensitive area made my body tremble.
“This is a little better.”
Gaining confidence, Mari looked up at me with a smile in her eyes. She hollowed her cheeks, demonstrating a powerful suction. Her hands also began to pump in time with her movements.
A thrilling pleasure shot up my spine. My cock, held by her hands and mouth, twitched in response.
“How is it? Feel like you're going to cum?”
“Not even close.”
Mari took my cock back into her mouth. The sight of her working so hard that beads of sweat formed on her forehead was captivating.
But her passion didn't last long.
“Why… why aren't you cumming?”
She looked up, breathing heavily. My cock only twitched in response, showing no signs of releasing its seed.
“You're too ambitious. Did you really think you could do it with just your hands and mouth?”
I got out of the barrel. My cock, still hot, was pointing to the sky as if to pierce it.
I lifted Mari, who still couldn't take her eyes off my cock, out of the barrel. And then, naked, I left the storage room.
“W-wait a minute.”
The man waiting outside the storage room saw his daughter's naked body and quickly bowed his head. Mari buried her face in my shoulder. Like that, I headed for the room where I'd woken up.
“Mari—!”
In the room, Jackson was waiting, his limbs bound. His eyes were red and wide as he glared at me, as if he wanted to kill me.
I whispered in Mari's ear.
“He doesn't seem to have reflected on his actions at all.”
“I-I'll try harder. So please, Jackson…”
“Oh? Should I look forward to it? Gag him.”
After gagging Jackson, Mari's father bowed his head and left the room. I lay down on the bed. Mari, glancing at Jackson, sat demurely beside me and said.
“Please, send Jackson out.”
“He must pay the price for his mistake.”
Mari's face turned pale. I sat up, leaning against the headboard, and pulled Mari toward me. She came without resistance, like a puppet with its strings cut.
I pulled Mari on top of me and lifted her chin with my hand. Her trembling eyes were filled with fear.
I kissed her just like that.
“Mmph—!”
“Mmph, mmph, mmph!!”
Mari struggled in my arms while Jackson, watching, writhed like a grub and let out a silent scream.
I paid them no mind and stroked Mari's back. My hand slid down the smooth S-curve of her back and squeezed her cute little butt.
“Hk.”
I broke the kiss at just the right moment, and a moan escaped Mari's lips. Startled, Mari covered her mouth with both hands and glanced at Jackson. Jackson was frozen with a look of disbelief.
“N-no. This is…!”
I didn't give Mari a chance to make excuses. I buried my face in the nape of her neck and took a deep breath.
“Ah…”
Her body, pressed against mine, trembled faintly. I lifted my head and nibbled on her ear, and the trembling grew stronger. Mari bit her lower lip, trying desperately to endure it.
But how long could that last?