Chapter 3: The Right of the First Night
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 3: The Right of the First Night
Men are more stimulated by sight. When Mari's lean lower abdomen bulged out from my massive cock, a dizzying pleasure shot up my spine.
As I shifted my cock, her lower abdomen distorted. There was no doubt my cock was the cause.
“Haa, ah, Sir Allen…!”
Mari looked up at me, repeatedly hitting my thigh. Her fine eyebrows were furrowed in pain.
It seemed that taking in my massive cock, which could easily be called a weapon, all at once was too much for her, no matter how diligently she had prepared.
But I had faith in the wonders of the human body.
“Whoa, whoa, relax. Just like when you took me in your mouth earlier, it'll start feeling good again soon.”
“R-Really…?”
“You've already experienced it, haven't you?”
Mari took a deep breath on top of me. I suppressed the urge to start pounding into her roughly. If I acted like my old self, she would only feel pain.
The sight of a woman screaming as she was pierced by my cock wasn't bad, but I wanted to see her gasping in pleasure even more.
It was a change brought about by my revived memories as a modern man.
“Take a deep breath and focus on the pleasure.”
I whispered, my hot breath brushing against her ear. Mari flinched, her body trembling. My hands weren't idle, either. With one, I teased her breasts, barely touching them to make her desperate, while my other hand relentlessly worked her clitoris, bringing her pleasure.
“Haa…”
It didn't take long for her screams to turn into moans. Mari threw her head back, exhaling a sweet breath.
I licked my way up her outstretched neck, found her pulsing carotid artery, and sucked on it hard.
“Haak!”
Mari let out a moan and twisted her body. She even moved her hips subtly. I could feel her cunt, which had dried up slightly from the sudden invasion, growing wet again.
I continued to caress Mari and gave a slight thrust of my hips.
“Heuk.”
Mari moaned again. This time, it was half pain, half pleasure.
“It doesn't hurt anymore, does it?”
“I-I don't know.”
Mari shook her head. She seemed to have regained some composure, even acting coy. I chuckled and thrusted my hips again.
“Your cunt seems to know better, though. It's clinging to my cock like it doesn't want to let go.”
Her cunt was tight to begin with. Every time my cock moved in and out, her rough inner walls clung to me like an octopus's suckers. She was soaked with her juices, and the pleasure was so intense it made my head spin.
“Hnngh, you're lying…!”
“Then I'll have to show you myself.”
I sat up. Mari, who had been lying stretched out on top of me, was also brought into a sitting position. As a result, my cock, which had been molding the inside of her cunt to its shape, had to pull back slightly.
“Haak!”
Even so, Mari reacted sensitively. As our position changed, the head of my cock hit her sweet spot with every movement. Mari threw her head back again, trembling.
“Mari. Look closely.”
I forced her head down, so she could clearly see my massive cock entering and leaving her cunt.
“Aaaah…!”
The sight of my massive cock, which could be called a weapon, parting her pale pink flesh as it moved was alien, obscene, and so dizzying it made her heart pound.
“Ah, Sir Allen…!”
Mari looked back at me again with pleading eyes. Her tongue peeked out, repeatedly licking her lips.
I knew what she wanted. As I lowered my head, her lips came to meet mine. Our tongues intertwined. Mari sucked and ground against my tongue as if she wanted to devour it.
Wet, sticky sounds filled the air.
I didn't forget to thrust my hips. As we kissed madly, the whites of Mari's eyes began to show more and more.
“I'm, I'm, I'm…!”
Her climax came quickly. The feeling that she was forcing herself to do this to save her husband had now completely vanished.
Which was a bit of a shame.
“Are you planning to come in front of your husband?”
I whispered in her ear. Mari's hips, which had been swaying to the rhythm of my thrusts, flinched and stopped. Her eyes, glazed with pleasure, refocused.
“I, I…”
Mari reflexively looked away from the bed. She seemed to have forgotten for a moment, but there was one other person in the room besides the two of them.
Jackson, who had stopped struggling when Mari had started to enjoy herself, was blankly watching us have sex. Somehow, he had removed his gag, and his mouth was free.
“J-Jackson! This is…!”
Mari was about to make a desperate excuse when…
“Filthy! You fucking whore! You slut who spreads her legs for anyone! Don't talk to me!”
Jackson roared. Mari's body froze completely, and her eyes widened in disbelief.
“Jackson…!”
“Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!”
At the one-sided condemnation, Mari's eyes sharpened.
“Whose fault do you think this is?! This wouldn't have happened if you hadn't tried to betray Sir Allen! I did all this to save you! And what? You call me a whore? A slut?”
Every time Mari spoke harshly, her cunt tightened around me. I watched the couple fall apart at the peak of their bliss, leisurely enjoying the sensation of her cunt.
“Forced?! Don't make me laugh, you whore! Look at yourself! Take a good look! Is shaking your ass for another man in front of your husband like a bitch in heat something you're forced to do!?”
Mari flinched. She must have been reflecting on how, though it started as a way to save Jackson, she had become lost in pleasure and forgotten him. If I left things as they were, the mood would be ruined.
I whispered in Mari's ear. Her eyes lit up, and she pointed her index finger at Jackson's crotch.
“Do you have any right to say that, getting a hard-on while watching your wife get forcibly fucked by another man!?”
This time, it was Jackson who flinched.
“This is… just an unavoidable physical reaction!”
“Same here! I'm not doing this because I like it! I sacrificed my body for you, and you don't even realize that and insult me?”
“You weren't forced! You never made those faces or sounds when you were with me! You fucking whore! You slut!”
“That's…”
I decided it was time to intervene.
“Isn't that not Mari's fault, but because you're pathetic?”
“What.”
I put my arms under Mari's thighs and spread her legs wide. A flustered Mari tensed her thighs and looked back at me.
“Sir Allen?”
“Shouldn't we show him clearly? That you're not the one at fault, he is. Right?”
Instead of answering, Mari relaxed her thighs. As her legs spread apart, the sight of her soaked cunt leaking juices and my cock buried to the hilt was revealed for all to see.
The highlight was Mari's lower abdomen, distorted from taking in my massive cock. I gently stroked the bulging area.
Jackson, who had been busy cursing Mari, couldn't tear his eyes away. Mari, who had been looking at him with disbelief, gave a slight thrust of her hips. The recoil sent my cock deeper inside her.
“Hnng…”
The moan, an octave higher than before, was clearly intentional.
“This, this whore…!”
Coming to his senses, Jackson cursed Mari again. I said, thrusting my hips slowly.
“You're the one at fault. If you had satisfied Mari, she could have easily endured this much pleasure.”
I looked back at Mari as if to ask, 'Isn't that right?' She gave me a smiling glance before glaring at Jackson with sharp eyes again.
“Of course. Jackson knows nothing about women. Every time we have sex, he just satisfies his own desires and finishes. He goes in and out a few times with a cock not even half the size of Sir Allen's and then just shoots his load. Then he asks me if it was good with a smug look on his face. I just reluctantly say yes. The truth is, I've never felt a thing.”
“Lies! It's all lies!”
“Hmph, I don't know where he got the confidence with a cock smaller than my hand.”
Mari didn't stop at just mocking Jackson. As if to show him, she started to move her hips on her own.
It was incredibly awkward, as if she lacked experience, but I liked it. Maybe it was because of the audience, Jackson. I stopped thrusting for a moment and just enjoyed her inner flesh.
“Devil! Witch! Mari, you're possessed by a demon! I'll, I'll save you. I'll make you return to the old Mari!”
“Hmph, who's the one really possessed? How could you even think of trying to kill Sir Allen? If you wanted to commit suicide, you should have done it alone. Why did you have to drag me into this mess?”
“Lord—”
Jackson glared at us with bloodshot eyes and recited a prayer. Mari scoffed.
I played with Mari's breasts and continued to kiss her from her shoulder up to her face. When I reached her face, I stole a kiss from her lips, which naturally came to meet mine.
This time, we didn't just play inside our mouths. I tangled our tongues outside our lips so Jackson could see clearly. A long strand of silvery saliva stretched between us, which must have been even more stimulating for him.
Moreover, below, my massive cock was continuously moving in and out of Mari's cunt, imprinting its shape on her lower abdomen.
“Lord, please—”
Jackson's plea could only grow more desperate. Ignoring him, I pulled my lips away for a moment and whispered to Mari.
“We have to show him it's completely different from when she's with him, right?”
“H-How…?”
I showed her with actions instead of words. I lay back down, supporting Mari by pulling her arms back slightly. As her upper body stretched out, her perky breasts, smooth abdomen, and my cock constantly entering her cunt became even more visible.
In that position, I thrusted my hips hard.
“Hah…!”
I smiled at Mari, who moaned and looked back at me. She realized what I meant and started to move her hips. It was a position more for the viewer than for her own pleasure.
“Aah…”
The sight of the slender woman's body, covered in beads of sweat as she moved her hips, was intensely stimulating just to watch.
Jackson's prayers had stopped at some point. Instead, the front of his pants darkened as he stared blankly at the scene. He had ejaculated just from watching.
In an era without pornography, not even erotic art, it was too much stimulation. Mari, realizing belatedly that he had come, snickered.
“Pathetic.”
“Aaargh!!!”
Jackson went berserk and started slamming his head against the bed again. Blood soon covered his face.
Ignoring him, Mari and I focused on our sex. The pleasure I'd been holding back was already on the verge of climax.
“Ah, Sir Allen…!”
Mari leaned back again. It was a position she hadn't tried before, and doing it on her own had quickly exhausted her. The feeling of her sweat-drenched body clinging to mine wasn't bad.
I immediately took over. I started thrusting my hips, holding her tightly in my arms as if restraining her.
“Hah! Haak! I, I, no—”
The sight of a woman's body struggling against unbearable pleasure had a different flavor from the previous women who had only screamed in pain. I regretted all the times I had mindlessly pounded away without knowing this kind of fun before regaining my modern memories.
Well, I can just do better from now on. I held Mari even tighter and pounded my cock into her as if using a sex toy.
“I'm, I'm coming! I'm coming!!”
Mari convulsed, digging her nails into my arms that held her. The sharp pain guided me to my own climax. For the last time, I pushed my cock in even harder. I forced my way through her tight flesh and emptied my seed into a place it had never reached before.
“Ngh.”
“Aaaah…”
I could feel her cunt instantly fill with my semen. Mari went limp on top of me like someone who had just run a marathon. I gently slipped out from under her and presented my semen-covered cock to her.
Mari reflexively took my cock in her mouth. When I casually stroked her clitoris, her pelvis thrashed like a live fish.
“Aah, again…?”
Mari looked up at me, her eyes filled with a strange sense of anticipation.
As I've said before, even being a scoundrel requires ability. Even though I had just come, my cock was slowly stretching and getting hard again.
Jackson, who had been repeatedly slamming his head against the bed, had collapsed and was growing cold, motionless. But neither Mari nor I paid him any mind as we started round two.
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“You'll come see me again, won't you…?”
Our lovemaking, which had started in the middle of the day, continued until the next morning. Even though we'd been up all night, Mari's skin was still firm and supple. I ran my hand down her body over her clothes, then grabbed her cunt through the fabric.
“Hnngh.”
Mari let out a moan that was a mix of pleasure and pain.
“Tsk. If you want to see me again, you'd better take good care of your body.”
Having taken my massive cock for the first time and gone at it all night, her cunt was red and swollen and needed to rest for a while.
“I-I'm fine…”
Mari looked up at me with adoring eyes. I couldn't help but smile at how different she was from when we first started, when she was forcing herself to do it in exchange for Jackson's life.
It wasn't that women hadn't clung to me before, but that was because of my position as a knight's son and the heir to the manor. This was the first time a woman clung to me because I was good at sex.
There was a sense of accomplishment I had never felt before. I handed Mari a pouch and whispered.
“Wait for me. I'll visit from time to time.”
“Yes…”
Mari replied demurely, her face flushed. She didn't seem to be thinking at all about Jackson, who was probably being buried by now.
I left her behind and walked along the main road. Following the main road through the center of the village led to a hill. On top of it was a two-story house with an annex. It was my home, the manor of House Tobalts.
“Allen?”
I was called when I was about halfway up the hill. The owner of the voice had her back to the sun, which was rising over the mansion. The brilliant sunlight enveloped her, creating a halo that made her difficult to see.
I could only make out the contours of her face, but she was clearly a beautiful girl. With the added halo, she even gave off a sacred aura.
“Aenya.”
Bright blonde hair, distinct features, and a radiant beauty despite being as thin as a twig—the owner of this beauty was my younger sister, Aenya.
As expected of a fatal beauty.
The sudden thought made me stop in my tracks. Fatal beauty? It was a phrase I had never thought of when looking at my sister. In the first place, four-character idioms weren't words of this era.
It was a memory from my modern life. A cloud covered the sun, revealing my sister's appearance clearly. Over that image, my modern memories began to superimpose themselves.
It was an Aenya who was more mature, her beauty in full bloom. Her image remained in my modern memories. As a kind of picture, no, a video? To be precise, it was a game screen.
The moment I realized that, a flood of modern memories, one after another, began to pour in and fill my head.
“Aenya—”
Aenya Tobalts, the witch of fatal beauty.
I hadn't simply regained the memories of my past life.