Even though her state was miserable, perhaps because it was the body of a Grand Master, she was immune to most poisons unless a dragon directly breathed a poisonous breath.
Wanting to determine the presence of poison by tasting this small amount of water with her tongue, Eleonora scooped up just a tiny bit of water—so little it was a waste of the large dipper, to use a vulgar term, a 'dick's worth'—into a sizable dipper, then dipped her pinky finger in it, rolled it small in her mouth, and sipped.
"The poison... it's not there?"
Even after holding it in her mouth for about 5 minutes, there was no stinging sensation, let alone any abnormality; instead, there was a refreshing coolness washing her mouth.
'Could it really have been just water?'
But still unable to believe it, Eleonora this time scooped up a full dipper of water and, holding the water in her mouth, which still reeked of semen, began to gargle timidly.
But this time as well, no abnormal symptoms were found.
Only then, relieved, did Eleonora begin thoroughly pushing out the stubborn remnants of semen stuck in every corner of her gums with her tongue, then repeated gargling again and again, before crouching in front of the rubber washbasin to properly wash her body.
A stance with her heels slightly raised and legs spread, like a catcher receiving a pitcher's ball.
Normally, she would have wanted to keep them closed, but due to the throbbing pain from her still-aching pussy, she was anxious about causing another accident.
But firstly, she needed to wash out this semen still flowing from her pussy, and more than anything, her crotch—her clitoris, now impossible to hide with anything, and the cute bell hanging from it—was so distracting that she wanted to finish the task as quickly as possible and put on clothes, so she took the most efficient posture.
...Or so Eleonora excused herself.
"...Tch."
Eleonora placed the dipper full of water at her feet.
"...This is to get the semen out. I must not end up carrying his child..."
If it were her, she knew that even if it was a pregnancy from rape, a child is a child. Believing the unborn child is innocent, she would carry the bastard's child for ten months, and once born, she would undoubtedly care for it with utmost devotion.
On the day she was knighted, she swore an oath to wield her sword to protect the weak. Not just from a mother's love for her flesh and blood, but to uphold her honor as a knight, she would surely raise the child.
But when the child grows older?
They would realize their father was a villain who abducted women and trained them into sows, and the mother who bore them was a sow who could never escape this tiny, cramped pigpen.
"Hhuuk...!"
That must not happen.
The child would undoubtedly stare at her with eyes full of contempt.
By then, she, completely broken and trained into his sow, would feel ashamed under that child's gaze, yet, true to her sow nature receiving his affection, she would likely spread her pussy towards the child's father, just like now—
"?!?!?!"
Eleonora's eyes shot wide open, and she shook her head vigorously.
"The image of me, broken and trained..."
She had imagined it for a moment.
Herself, shaking these unnecessarily large breasts and buttocks, acting coy and grunting to receive his dick.
But was it really just imagination? Somehow, that horrifying image formed and surfaced so quickly it felt familiar, but Eleonora, who promptly forgot it, muttered while looking at the semen still dripping down.
"...Right, that can't be. To prevent showing the child, born without love, the sight of its lowly mother."
Someday, she too would have a family, but that day is not today. She didn't know when, but at least the moment she escapes this pigpen would be the moment that 'someday' draws nearer.
If only for that future, she must not end up carrying his child here.
Even if it means taking this disgraceful posture, it's something that must be done.
"This ridiculous accessory is a problem for later. First, this semen must— puuuush...!"
Wanting to get the semen out of her belly as quickly as possible, Eleonora used the index and middle fingers she brought to her pussy to spread it wide open.
Even though until yesterday it was a pretty, pale, tightly closed pussy, perhaps just from having been impaled by a dick once, as Eleonora's fingers sccrreech opened its mouth, semen began to drip down, causing Eleonora to tremble once more as she recalled the fact she had been violated.
If she had left it like this, she really might have gotten pregnant.
But soon, as if to say 'no way,' Eleonora tensed her abs, clearly defined on her belly, and began pushing the semen out.
"Co, come oouuut… Come oouuut..!"
The pure white semen was flowing out as if she were urinating. But after a certain amount flowed out, anxiety began to appear on Eleonora's face.
"Why won't it come out…! Come oouuut…!"
Despite going so far as to spread her pussy open with her hands—a disgusting act she had never even imagined before—it was all for nothing, as the semen still sat heavily inside her belly, having made a nest in Eleonora's pussy.
At first, it came out sticky like spider webs, which was fine, but soon after, semen formed into jelly-like clumps, and beyond that, nothing would come out, as if something was completely blocked.
"Is it blocking my pussy? Have the clumps congealed like frog spawn…?!"
If just one small clump reminded her of frog eggs, how many must be filling her belly inside…?!
And that wasn't the only problem.
It was bad enough she was struggling to get this semen out; her well-trained physique, her arms and legs, every part of her body trained to be virtually a living weapon, was now the problem.
"If it clenches… I mustn't… I have to get it out quickly…?!"
It was clenching.
No matter how much she tried to spread it with her fingers, her pussy, as if boasting it was a virgin until just moments ago, was forcibly trying to close its mouth, like prying open a clam, forcing Eleonora's fingers, which were trying to keep it open, to bend back, certifying it as the virgin pussy of a Grand Master.
Inside, the semen was clumped. The pussy, the only exit, was trying to close itself as if unfamiliar with the outside air. And one last thing.
Jingle~ Jingle~
This incessantly jingling bell was a problem. Like Pavlov's dog, the moment this bell rang, her pussy, remembering the dick that thrust in with it, would start squirming on its own as if sucking on a dick, interfering with the hand trying to keep it open.
A regular pattern. Precisely when the bell jingled, the flesh walls would contract and the vaginal opening would squirm.
She could somehow manage the timing to prevent the bell from ringing, but the thought that it wouldn't ring during what she was about to do was merely her own wishful thinking.
"Huu… Fine, I didn't want to go this far…!"
As if finally having to make a choice, Eleonora reached a hand to her head, plucked out a single strand of her hair, and then waddled unsteadily on her knees towards the bar closest to the rubber basin.
"Huu… Right, this is strictly for my escape. It holds no other meaning."
Then, she tied the clapper (the part that makes the bell ring) of the bell on her clitoris to her strand of hair, immediately tied the other end to the bar to maintain the distance, and—
"Hhuuuuk…!"
With the tightly pulled hair, the clapper was completely fixed.
Now that the pussy's lewd mouth movements (?) were sealed, she must hurry and get to work.
Gulp
Eleonora quietly raised her other hand.
Not the hand currently spreading her pussy, but the hand that would now delve directly into it.
"To think the day would come when I'd probe my own pussy…!"
What knight in the world would ever probe her own pussy in a pigpen to remove semen lodged inside?!
But she had to.
To escape from here, she must never leave his traces inside her belly.
"Right, this shame and humiliation that fuels my hatred for that bastard is merely kindling and oil… He made me do even this, so I will definitely…!"
As if finally making her final resolution, Eleonora's eyes shot wide open, and her hand, shaped like a dragon's claw, began to swiftly dive into the pussy hole, spread open in the shape of a dick, like a hawk spotting its prey.
Sq, Squeeeaak-!
"Hhaaaaahhhuk…?!"
'I-It's stickier and more squishy than I thought… T-This is my p-pussy…?!'
Having lived suppressing her desires, she should have learned about masturbation and her own pussy through sexual desire. For the first time in her 28 years of life, Eleonora shuddered at the sensation of her own Grand Master pussy.
If Shinseon had seen Eleonora now, he would have said:
"She was a virgin pussy, yet she took two fingers at once?!"
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