"Do you think I would grant such... such shameful demands! I am a knight of the proud Kingdom of Isis! To think that I would submit to the demands of a shameless scoundrel like you—"
"Then I guess I'll have to break this sword? I don't mind? I'll just cut the fangs of an arrogant sow. Nothing more, nothing less."
As soon as I finished speaking, I shook the greatsword in front of her eyes as if to show it. Eleonora looked at the shaking greatsword with trembling eyes, then quickly looked up at me and shouted.
"Even though you have the means to play such tricks on my body, you insist on shaming me just to...!"
"So that you have no room to escape."
'I couldn't help it,' 'This is all the doing of that evil fellow,' 'My body wouldn't listen, so I was forced to suffer humiliation—it was never my will,' etc.
There would be countless excuses she could attach with just the four words, 'because of you.' But what if she took off her clothes herself and, by her own will, uttered humiliating words from her own mouth?
Of course, this also falls under the large umbrella of excuses called 'because of you,' but unlike other excuses, it contains an element of 'will.'
Between the two sets that could never meet—'myself' and 'because of you'—an intersection is born: 'because of you, I had no choice, but ultimately my own will was involved.'
These two sets would have gone their entire lives without ever colliding, but the moment they confirm each other's existence and clash, it becomes a battle between the one trying to subdue and the one trying not to be subdued.
The battle between the two vast sets of 'volition' and 'coercion' does not end until one devours the other.
In other words, this is my declaration of war upon the sow named Eleonora.
Right now, I'm forcibly creating an intersection with this greatsword, but it's my will to someday make Eleonora submit to me by her own volition.
"Hmph... Have you forgotten? Thanks to your tricks, I can't even use my hands properly. How do you expect me to take off my clothes, huh?"
I won't give her any room to escape.
Eleonora opened her rabbit-like eyes wide upon seeing herself standing bipedal again and simultaneously reached her hand towards me and the greatsword watching her from the corridor in front of the pen.
Ah, by the way, I couldn't actually see her reaching out with my naked eye, so to be precise, 'it appeared she reached out.'
"What is this now! Why, why won't my hand... move forward...!"
Is 'No Escape' a basic feature the moment one is merged into this place?
Even though her own sword was right in front of her eyes, as if blocked by an invisible wall, as if miming, Eleonora stepped back from the wall, fuming.
Just today, how many times has she suffered such humiliation? Who knows if there has ever been such humiliation in her life.
But her glaring at me and breathing heavily gave a clue to its likelihood.
"Promise... me."
"Hmm?"
"Even if I... even if I follow your words, there's no guarantee you'll keep your word, nor can I know what fault you'll find."
"Ohhh"
Did she learn something? It's true I didn't rule out the thought of breaking the sword right in front of Eleonora after she did as I said. But you can know a river's depth, not a person's heart.
It's only natural that Eleonora, whom I humiliated using the sword's destruction as a pretext, would think I might destroy the greatsword on a mere whim even after she complied. She wants a definite answer from me.
[How arrogant of a sow! Breeder! At times like this, you slap her cheek hard and then grind her head under your heel, right?!]
This guy really doesn't understand aesthetics.
Even without knowing what might be done to her, the female knight, who expressed her fighting spirit towards me without an ounce of fear, has stepped back.
"You can do whatever you want to my body. If you tell me to bark like a dog, I'll bark; if you tell me to oink like a pig, I'll gladly oink. So you, in this place, swear upon your name! If I do as you say right here and now—"
"I promise. In the name given to me by my parents—Shinseon—I swear upon these characters that this sword will not be destroyed by my hand. Depending on the circumstances, I might even consider returning it."
"...Then it's good."
Eleonora, having read sincerity in my eyes, took a deep breath and began reaching for her own shoulders. Then, with the sound of buckles being undone one by one, Eleonora's massive bust, which had been sealed within that huge plate armor until now, revealed itself.
"As I thought, when I glimpsed it in the status window earlier, I wondered if it was an error... So you were forcibly suppressing it with that chest armor? Truly breasts befitting a vulgar sow."
"Grr, grrr...!"
Perhaps it was because of such breasts that she couldn't draw a sword from her waist, leading her to choose a greatsword that didn't need to be drawn from a scabbard.
Even now, suppressed by a sports bra of a material similar to the black leggings on her lower body, the intuition 'Ah, that's a massive bust' hits me. What if she took off that sports bra?
On the other hand, as my gaze began frankly sweeping over her body, Eleonora, biting her lip in shame, showed no hesitation in undressing.
How many more minutes passed? Before I knew it, the gauntlets equipped on Eleonora's arms were neatly stacked beside the chest armor gently placed at her feet. As Eleonora, kneeling, finished unbuckling the iron greaves, including her boots,
All the armor covering Eleonora's body had been stripped away.
Now Eleonora was only wearing a tight-fitting sports bra and leggings.
"What are you doing? Undress now. I told you to take off everything on your body. Why is your body still intact?"
"Ugh, uuugh... My, my naked body... to a guy who doesn't even know such shame...!"
However, Eleonora's two hands firmly grabbed her sports bra and slowly began pulling it upwards. Whether it was her intention or not, her sweat-soaked body and ragged breath from shame,
combined with her massive bust, wrapped in the sports bra she was pulling up, crying out to be freed—who in this place, besides the person involved, would consider the sow before their eyes a female knight now?
If you add me, who even pulled up a chair in front of her slowly undressing and is leisurely watching the sight, you might even mistake it for some decadent establishment?
[Wa, wow! Look, look at those breasts! My god! Breasts bigger than her head?! And two of them, on the left and right, getting along so well! How on earth was she suppressing those vulgar breasts?! Woohoooo!]
...This guy really ruins the mood; if there were an on/off function, I'd turn it off.
Frankly, if I hadn't confirmed it was female through that SD character, I would have asked long ago.
"...Don't look."
"Don't look at breasts so big you can't even cover them with your hands? That's a pretty unreasonable request."
"Really, how can a guy have such a talent for grating on people's nerves...!"
As soon as Eleonora pulled up her sports bra, as if watching a Michael Bay movie, her massive bust exploded into view. She reached out to cover them, seemingly ashamed, but I didn't stop her.
Since they couldn't be covered anyway, there was a certain appeal in watching the nicely shaped breasts squish each time she pressed down on them with her arms.
[More than that, Breeder, you're seeing a woman's naked body for the first time in your life, yet you're not shaken at all? Like, 'Ahhh, such strong stimulation is too much for meeeee!' and cumming on the spot?]
'Who was it that made me see her as a sow? Besides, if I get flustered just seeing a naked body now, I'll immediately lose the initiative to her, so I'm staying calm.'
It's impossible not to get an erection looking at those breasts.
I did hypnotize myself—sow, sow—but just as Eleonora stubbornly removed the mithril chain, the male sleeping within my dick seems to have stubbornly resolved to get erect.
"..."
And then, Eleonora staring intently at my erect dick. I don't know what she's thinking, but her flushed face suggests her shame has intensified seeing me get hard looking at her body.
"Your hands are idle?"
"...Don't rush me, you vulgar bastard."
Pressing her breasts with her left arm, Eleonora slowly lowered her leggings. But then,
"What's this, I thought something was off earlier... Were you just wearing leggings and nothing else underneath?"
"..."
When I spanked her butt, it felt strangely vivid and elastic, so I wondered. Could it be that beneath the black leggings, there wasn't another piece of cloth that should be worn, just her pubic hair, the same color as her platinum hair, and nothing else underneath, with not even a pair of panties on?
...Is this why they said in the hint or whatever that it might be easier than expected?
"I kept calling her a sow, a sow, and she really is a sow."
"Sh-Shut uuuup...!"
Eleonora, biting her lip so hard a trickle of blood flowed from it, carefully bent over and removed her leggings to the end. Finally, by neatly folding the leggings and placing them on top of the chest armor, Eleonora stood with nothing on her entire body,
fully revealing her plump breasts and buttocks, becoming a sow.
"I'll kill you... When all this is over, I'll behead you and hang you on the wall as a decoration...!"
"Will you, though... In the same timeframe you're imagining, I see a sow spreading her pussy naked before me, oinking."
"...Just you wait."
A chilling, murderous aura spread through the pen like fog, and all our pigs huddled in a corner, trembling.
"Now, then, remove those hands."
"..."
Eleonora, tightly closing her eyes, slowly removed the two hands covering her breasts and pussy and, commendably, put her hands behind her back, beginning to fully expose her naked body. She hid nothing: her massive bust bigger than her head, her golden pubic hair, her lush pussy.
And, as if humiliated, she bit her lip and slowly averted her gaze.
It truly was the perfect image of a violated female knight.
"Now, for the last part. As I instructed, you must recite the lines I said earlier along with what you think is the most obscene pose, right?"
"D-Don't r-rush me... y-you despicable b-bastard...!"
Eleonora's legs spread to shoulder-width, and she gradually adopted a bow-legged stance. Surprisingly, the hands behind her back began moving to the back of her head.
Then, slowly, very slowly, thrusting her pussy towards me, Eleonora opened her mouth.
"I, I, Eleonora Croft, am a lewd sow who serves Master and Master's dick. O-oink...!"
Her pink tongue rested low on her upper lip.