Sorry! I'm really sorry! That wasn't my intention, but you enjoyed it and I enjoyed it, so isn't that what matters?!
"Heeeee… Heeeeee…"
The trembling in her body still hadn't subsided. Even though there was no more air left in her lungs to expel, she kept convulsing as if hiccupping, and she could feel the hole that the ruffian had just violated and prodded still twitching wildly, as if angry.
'My... my butt-hole pussy again...iiii…! How dare he use such a vulgar word for meeeee…!'
But recalling the words of that ruffian, who himself seemed just as surprised, his eyes wide open, spouting nonsense like, 'Your butt-hole pussy was happy too, so it's okay, right?' — Eleonora, without realizing it, flushed red and let out another breath.
Oink?
Grunt?
"Away, get away from meee… Hff… I said, Go awaaaay…!"
The moment Shinseon left, the pigs, thinking their world had returned and clattering around the pen, began to hover around Eleonora, who was still exposed in her stark nakedness, panting.
How dare they, not knowing their place!
She was about to stretch out her leg to drive them away immediately, but unlike before, they weren't snorting roughly. They just gathered around her in a huddle, pressing their snouts persistently against her body.
All the pigs in this pen had been handled by Shinseon. Pigs who had been thoroughly imprinted with fear of him since childhood. To them, Eleonora was a sow, just like themselves, who had suffered harsh treatment from Shinseon.
In other words, they were worried about her as a comrade.
But whether Eleonora knew this or not, she let out a sigh of relief and said,
"Are you… worried about me? Don't… worry… I won't be played, hff, by such a vulgar man…!"
He truly is worse than the pigs in this pen.
Not satisfied with kidnapping her while she was living perfectly fine, he made her assume such a disgraceful position, and now he had even gone so far as to touch her butt-hole pussy,
"Uuuuuh!! F-Forget it, forget it!! My, you dare touch my butt-hole pussy again!"
How could there be another word so crude, lewd, and vulgar?
Eleonora's face instantly turned bright red, and as she shook her head 'doridori[1]', the iron bars she had stuck her head through clattered cheolkeok-cheolkeok violently along with her.
She was already dying of shame just from the fact that such filthy words had come from her own mouth. The memory of his fingers digging inside her, scraping her inner walls mercilessly, and her own disgraceful state, crying buhi-buhi under his touch, refused to fade.
"He must have used some trick with whatever he put inside my buttocks."
There was no other explanation for why she would have acted so disgracefully.
'Did he inject some kind of drug that stimulates my anus and private parts?'
That feeling—more thrilling than the lightning bolt she was once struck by on the road, more spine-tingling than when she was ambushed by enemies, more shiver-inducing than being stranded on a snowy mountain in extreme cold, feeling like her heart might stop any moment, yet unable to control the corners of her mouth.
It wasn't unfamiliar.
Somewhere, she had definitely felt this sensation before.
'Yes, I definitely know this feeling.'
That story she told Shinseon-dong earlier, explaining how she ended up in such a lewd position... At that time, when she was lost amidst the hundreds, thousands of pairs of eyes staring at her with greedy looks and gluttonously smacking lips...
The sensation of exposing her flesh, her nakedness, before those males—her breasts, her pussy, even her butt-hole pussy—without holding anything back.
The degrading gazes that poured over her entire body, especially over these cumbersome lumps of flesh and her pure holes, feeling almost like a violation... The knights who came to rescue her, swallowing hard as they looked at her naked form...
Grunt?!
Oooink! Oooink!
Grunt grunt grunt!
"Wh-what! What are you doing all of a sudden?!"
Eleonora, who had been spacing out with her mouth open, lost in recollection, suddenly felt hot snorts against her holes, snapping her back to reality, and she shooed the pigs away.
"Pretending to be worried! I was a fool to trust you scoundrels!"
Oink?!
Oooink!
Look at that hussy in front of us, all sweaty, spewing pheromones all over!
And that pussy! Wasn't she practically pouring honey for us to eat?!
Even if we can't mount her, shouldn't we at least get to taste (?) it?!
You go into heat all by yourself, seduce us first, and then what are you playing at?!
We loved you, even if just for a moment, you damn bitch!
Feeling unjustly wronged, the pigs grunted kkul-kkul at her as a sign of protest, then huddled together and went to a corner of the pen to start taking a nap.
Eleonora, who didn't even know what had happened to her, glared at the pigs for a moment, then gritted her teeth again, thinking of the bandits from back then and the current Shinseon-dong.
"Birds of a feather flock together! Are these bastards, whom even tearing apart wouldn't be satisfying, sharing techniques or know-how amongst themselves for violating women?"
Or perhaps for defiling a strong knight like herself... Blushing slightly, Eleonora let out one last small sigh and then tentatively stuck her tongue out towards the kimchi fried rice placed on the floor.
"??"
Something was strange. Eleonora blinked her eyes, stared at the fried rice in front of her, and then stuck her tongue out long towards the plate again. But just as her tongue was about to touch the fluffy grains of rice for the second time,
Eleonora jerked her head up as if realizing something.
"Why am I trying to eat this?"
The deal Shinseon-dong had offered Eleonora.
Wear clothes in exchange for eating this.
Or, don't eat it, and remain unclothed.
Putting aside whether this trash-like thing could even be considered a meal...
He had presented her with a choice with no room for deliberation—to gain or lose 'clothing', the 'clothing' part of food, clothing, and shelter—and called it a 'deal.' The memory of her laughing at the immature, third-rate bastard was still vivid.
"Right, there's no need to eat it. He's gone now anyway, so even if he finds fault later, he'll just do some similarly vulgar act, not much different from now."
After all, she had told him she could go without food or water for a month and be fine, so she didn't need to eat what he offered.
She wasn't even hungry, and if he protested, 'Why aren't you eating when you got clothes?', she planned to hold out by making excuses like her body hurt or this and that.
She had laughed at him, thinking he had the audacity to call it a 'deal' while presenting such a childish, shamelessly evil plan to gradually strip her of her human rights and break her down.
It should have been a deal where she gained practical benefits without losing anything, biding her time for the future... It should have been that way...
"Uuuuh... Forget it, forget it!"
Her face reddening at the memory of herself crying buhi-buhi, Eleonora pulled her head out from between the bars, shook her body like a dog, and muttered.
"I must have lost my judgment temporarily because of that strange humiliation I suffered from that bastard earlier."
Well, having her butt-hole pussy so violently prodded by a man, something an untouched virgin knew nothing about—even if she had reached the realm of a Grand Master, wouldn't it be stranger for a woman to be completely unfazed after such disgrace?
Thinking it was fortunate, Eleonora snatched the towel hanging on the pen and shook her body.
Both hands, which had been planted on the ground like a pig's front feet earlier, were now perfectly functional, all ten fingers working fine.
'Indeed, it seems he lifted the restraint on my hands, thinking I agreed to the deal. The fool.'
To so recklessly lift a restraint placed on someone of her level. She could already picture his face, panicked and begging for mercy when he saw her later.
'Yes, this is it. I have won back my dignity, my human rights, everything from him. He has taken nothing from me. He will not take anything from me today, tomorrow, or ever!'
Although a man's hand had entered this pure, snow-white body, it was nothing compared to what she had gained.
Having shaken off the dirt from her hands and body with the towel, Eleonora brushed the sawdust and such off her clothes and armor and slowly began putting them on, layer by layer.
"…"
She stared blankly for a moment at the plate outside the pen but shook her head doridori and resumed putting on her clothes.
"My breasts… Have they gotten bigger since then…?! Hfft! Get in! Get in…!"
Ignoring the pleas of the sports bra screaming for mercy under the pressure of her massive breasts, she finally managed to stuff them in and slowly began fastening the buckles of her armor.
"My skin feels strangely prickly where the clothes touch… Hmm… Did some sawdust get in when those pig-like bastards kicked me earlier?"
As expected, like master, like pigs! They have no idea how much honor and glory is imbued in this armor, just like my sword! They truly are bastards who deserve to be chewed up and spit out!
Revenge on the shameless Shinseon who ran away was one thing, but first, she needed to think about how to escape this place. Eleonora slowly closed her eyes to contemplate her future course of action.
Whenever a wall blocked her path before, closing her eyes like this and thinking calmly had always shown her the answer.
But that lasted only a moment. Eleonora's blue eyes sparkled, and little by little, they began to roll towards the pen door, towards the place where the food Shinseon left behind was.
*Churup-
[1] shaking one's head from side to side