In the pen where premium straw bales were laid out on the floor (as if straw could be considered premium...) for the sole purpose of one single sow, Eleanor was trembling, heuk-chik heuk-chik, in the spot where Shinseon had left for his rounds of the pigsty.
"Heut, he, heuuk...!"
Jjalang! Jjalang!
Along with the pinkish semen dripping from between her legs, splayed open like a frog's in an unsightly manner, and the bell sounds jingling in time with the trembling of the platinum-blonde sow, whose mouth and nose were also smeared with white semen.
Her body, unable to withstand the pleasure, trembled on its own.
Moreover, every time her body shook, the bell attached to her clitoris ring jingled, and each time, against her will, she became aware of the twisted pleasure, transforming the pain felt from her clitoris into pleasure, subjecting Eleanor to what could be called a near-perpetual motion engine of climax hell.
"Haa... Now, stop... Haa... Stop...!"
Only after about 30 minutes of incessant bell ringing and experiencing climax several more times could Eleanor barely gather herself.
Originally, she should have felt pain from the breaking [of her hymen], and her thighs should have been throbbing like any woman after her first experience, but each time they throbbed, a strange pleasure approached, becoming the driving force that gave Eleanor the strength to move.
"Hup...! He truly... fucked me like a dog...!"
Eleanor, having barely managed to rise from the straw bale, glanced around to see if that bastard was nearby before staggering to her feet.
Jureuk-
"Hhuuuuk...!"
Along with the sensation of the thick semen flowing down her thighs and the lewd scent stabbing into her nose—the smell of the male who violated her, the love juices she shed while being violated by him, and the blood smell mixed with the semen and dried on her thighs that, until just moments ago, signaled she had been a virgin.
"…"
Whether she couldn't believe she had been violated by such a man, or whether the reality of the violation was only now sinking in, she couldn't even utter the phrases she always used like mantras—'Just you wait' or 'I'll definitely kill you'—
Even the words she used to mutter with enmity towards him couldn't be spat out. Eleanor let out a breath mingled with pain and coyness and rose from the spot.
"My body... must be washed... If I get pregnant by that bastard's semen... I must wipe it off quickly... and wash it away...!"
Fortunately, whether for her sake or for some other reason, he had filled a tub (a rubber basin) large enough for a person to fit in, placed in one corner of the pen, with water.
Eleanor began to put strength into her legs to take steps towards washing out the semen filling her belly.
But no matter how strong a Grandmaster she was, perhaps it was because she was a female who had performed the sacred duty of species propagation...
"Kk...hheuuk...?!"
Her legs quivered uncontrollably, and she almost collapsed instantly. In a panic, Eleanor grabbed the nearest iron bars and barely managed to support herself.
"Haa... Haa..."
'No strength... is going into my legs...! My body, which always moved as I wished, even after being violated by that worthless man, still wants to savor the lingering sensation...'
As the saying goes, a healthy mind in a healthy body, a healthy body with a healthy spirit. If she gave up here, she would once again end up showing the disgraceful sight of jingling her clitoris bell on the floor.
"This, ridiculous bell too, I must remove it... and I must get dressed..."
But as if roots had grown there, her legs refused to move. Eventually, Eleanor, holding onto the railing with her arm, assumed a position that throbbed as little as possible and began her arduous journey, one step at a time.
"This dreadful smell...!!"
The remnants of his sweet semen still lingered in her mouth, and although she had blown her nose, the dreadful smell of his dick still remained.
'For mere semen, what kind of smell is this...! This dreadful stench that pierces my nose, penetrating even the smell of the pigs' excrement...!'
No matter how many times she smelled it, she couldn't get used to the pig shit smell, but having the semen smell thrust into her nose like this was a different story.
Just smelling it made her pussy throb again.
Having tasted a dick once, the pussy, which had been tightly closed and demure until now, wriggled even at this faint smell of semen, signaling Eleanor's flowering as a female.
So, even to slow this progression, she needed to hurry, but her legs still felt like they weighed a thousand pounds.
Taking a single step was a struggle. What's so great about walking over there!
But contrary to her thoughts, her body, more than any training she had ever done, seemed to want to collapse and roll around in the straw right that instant.
If she lay her back in that straw, her body, weary from post-coital fatigue, would force her to sleep. But even if she slept, she wanted to at least wash off these clothes, or at the very least, this semen.
"Hana... Dool... Hana... Dool...!"
Jjalang~ Jjalang~
-Oink?
-Oink oink?
Chanting slogans, like when she first held a sword, Eleanor moved with difficulty.
Whether they knew of her struggles or not, the pigs in the pen next to Elenoroa, who had been playing amongst themselves after breakfast, all pricked up their ears in unison, even stopping their excited play at the coy sow's cries and bell sounds coming from nearby.
And then, as if they weren't pigs who had lived in the same pen for nothing, they all turned their heads towards Eleanor's pen without exception.
-Oink?!
-Oink oink!!
-Oink~!
They came thinking to tease the noisy sow a bit, but oh my goodness, what is that?!
Not only were her legs bowed, but holding onto the railing, taking one step at a time in a crab-walk, her large buttocks swayed as she moved—the pigs' eyes widened at the sight of Eleanor.
Thud!
Jjalang~
With each step, the blood-mixed semen, which had been dangling long from her pussy slit, dripped bit by bit onto the floor, while simultaneously the bell hanging from her clitoris jingled. Where else could one see such a spectacle?
-Oink oink! Oink oink oink!
-Oiiiiink!
"Wh,what is it... you creatures... What are you looking at, making such a fuss..."
If she knew what posture she was waddling in, she wouldn't have been able to say that. Eleanor spoke to the pigs staring holes into her back from behind as if feeling sorry for them.
"Stop looking... Even if you are beasts, there's no need to make a ruckus... just from looking at a female...!"
Maybe I should rest for a bit?
Only halfway there, and the strength was already draining from her arms supporting her body.
"Haaa... Haaa..."
As her strength gradually faded, before she knew it, her head was hung low, her buttocks pushed out long behind her—in a posture literally begging for doggy style—Eleanor began to pant heavily.
On the other hand, intoxicated by the powerful female scent and the thick pheromones emanating from that hole—not originally meant for reproduction—the pigs, seeing the sow, now flaunting a pussy that had taken another's seed, began to blow rough snorts again.
If they were in his place! If only their peanuts hadn't fallen off! They would have put their seed in that female's pussy!
The pigs, in a miserable state where they wanted to fuck but couldn't, wanted to cum but couldn't—a plight even Hong Gildong would have drooled over—bellowed sorrowfully as if lamenting their inability to rub their dicks against that plump buttocks.
"...You creatures are quite bored, it seems."
Eleanor, never imagining the pigs were excited looking at her pussy and asshole, caught her breath a few times and then began to pull her buttocks forward, jjuuk, to resume her waddling crab-walk.
But then
"Heut, uuuk...!"
Startled by the stimulation suddenly applied to her belly, her pussy seemed to sever the sensation of the long-dangling semen. Still in the posture of leaning on the railing, even her asshole fluttered as her body trembled.
-Oink oink!!
-Oink oink!!
Open the door! Door!
And the pigs, drunk on the powerful female scent and thick pheromones flowing from that hole—not meant for reproduction—which was now twitching madly, began to act up again.
But what could those wretched things do?
They could only drool at the lewd gestures of that female and the clear bell sounds ringing from somewhere.
"Hoo... Hoo..."
Thus, continuing her crab-walk in the world's most lewd posture, after jingling for a good while longer, Eleanor finally managed to grab the railing of the rubber tub containing the clean water she had so longed for, ending her short but more arduous than any journey—the path of licentiousness.
But the real danger starts now!
Eleanor was staring intently at the clean water filled to the brim in the rubber tub.
'What if he anticipated me coming to wash and dissolved a drug here?'
It's possible. That bastard, who was so lecherous, covetous, etc., and desperate to have her, wouldn't retreat so meekly, would he?
He might be secretly watching her from somewhere.
Judging by the fact he put such a lewd accessory on her body, it wasn't an impossibility.
Of course, Shinseon himself had merely left for his main job, separate from the 'training,' but Eleanor, glancing stealthily at the firmly closed door, swiftly picked up the plastic ladle floating on the tub.
"...What is this? It's not... wood?"
Did he play a trick here too? She unnecessarily swung the plastic ladle around woong woong and even held it up to the light to check.
"It's light for wood... Is it just a tool?"
Was this how the Bushmen felt when they first saw a Coke bottle?
After stroking the ladle for a long time, Eleanor, as if having made a decision, carefully scooped water with the ladle.
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