The next day, the sun rose as usual, heralding a new day as it pulled back the curtain of the dark dawn sky to announce its time. Yet, Eleanor was unable to get up.
"…"
She wasn't asleep. Having enjoyed a deep slumber for the first time in a while, her gem-like blue eyes, now staring blankly at the warm sunlight gradually creeping through the window and invading her pen, showed no trace of drowsiness.
But the moment that warm sunlight lightly—ever so lightly—touched the tips of Eleanor's feet, which were curled up in a frog-like, embarrassing posture on the straw,
"What in the world have I done?!?!?!?!"
-Squeak?!
-Oink!
-Snort, snort, snort!!
Eleanor's face flushed as red as the sun in the sky, and her cry startled the pigs, who were still drowsy. Their eyes shot wide open as they scrambled around, bumping their heads against various parts of the pen.
-Oink!!
-Oink!!
-Squeak, squeak!!
As if condemning Eleanor for her sudden outburst early in the morning, the pigs pressed their snouts against her pen, snorting and grumbling. But as the saying goes, the guilty party blames others. Eleanor shouted back at the pigs snorting at her.
"Ugh… shut up! Do you even understand my feelings?!"
What in the world had she done?
She could have just let him go, but instead, she stopped him from leaving the pigsty, begged him to look at her naked body, and even took off her armor.
Under his sticky, lustful gaze, which swept over her entire body again and again, she climaxed, her breasts tormented, and she even ate food completely naked, like a sow.
Looking back now, she wondered if yesterday's version of herself was really her or if she had just dreamed it all. She tried to escape the thought, but she couldn't forget the sight of herself happily licking up the semen spilled on the floor last night, mixed with urine, while acting coy.
"My resolve to face things head-on if I couldn't avoid them was meant to shed the weakness of shame, not to revel in lust and act coy for a cock!!"
If it had ended with just licking semen at his feet (even this was a tremendous humiliation, as the straw in her hand burst apart), it might have been different. But the dried semen and hickeys clinging to her body, not just her messy pussy, seemed to tell her that she had continued to engage in carnal relations with him, indulging in lust and pleasure.
"I wanted to shed trivial and weak things like shame, not my identity as a human! What have I…?!"
On this straw, she had crouched on all fours like a sow, silently shaking her buttocks as if begging to be violated, and he had grabbed her pelvis and thrust his cock inside.
For hours, she was relentlessly violated, filled with creampies, and after what seemed like a frenzied sex marathon, she appeared to have lost consciousness…
"…I'm not tired."
As a Grandmaster, fatigue shouldn't accumulate in her body. But sleep isn't just for physical fatigue—it also plays a big role in alleviating mental fatigue. The fact that her mind was so clear was evidence that Eleanor had slept soundly last night.
"My body doesn't itch either. In fact, I feel refreshed…"
It wasn't as if she had slept on a soft bed or wrapped herself in a luxurious blanket.
But how often in her life had she slept so soundly and peacefully? As she caressed her still-flushed body, Eleanor suddenly remembered Shenxiandong's words and shook her head vigorously.
"Ridiculous…"
It was just a passing remark, and even now, it seemed absurd.
Yet, the fact that she had slept so deeply and woken up so refreshed bothered her. Carefully, she caressed her left arm, where a hickey coexisted with dried yellow semen.
"He kissed here… and even marked me…"
Was a hickey not enough?
As if marking her as his bitch, the yellowish, foul-smelling traces of semen covered it.
"…"
Staring blankly at her arm, Eleanor soon noticed the clock hanging in the pigsty and the time it showed. Her eyes widened, and she muttered,
"…It's almost feeding time."
She wasn't sure, but she remembered that around this time, when the long hand pointed to 12, the pigs' food would drop. It was still at 2, so she still had time.
"…"
Recalling yesterday's vivid disgrace, Eleanor closed her eyes tightly, then opened them and sprang up from her spot. She walked toward the large rubber tub placed in a corner of the pen.
"I need to get this semen out soon, or…!"
With every step, she felt the semen sloshing inside her belly, inside her womb. She didn't know how much he had filled her last night, but with every step, the weight in her womb made a sweet sigh escape her instinctively.
Jingle~ jingle~
"Ugh, the semen is annoying enough, but now you too…?"
When this absurd bell was first attached, she thought it was uncomfortable and shameful, unbearable. But at times like this, she resented the fact that humans were creatures of adaptation.
She couldn't remove it even if she wanted to, and what infuriated her more was how her pussy reacted every time the bell rang.
"Nghhh… i-it's leaking…!"
Already conditioned by the bell, her pussy would open up to welcome the cock, and with every step, thick white drops fell like breadcrumbs left by Hansel and Gretel to mark their way home.
"Don't leak… you mustn't leak… it's a waste…?!"
A waste of what?!
Before she knew it, Eleanor was licking her lips lewdly, as if expecting something, and shook her head vigorously after slipping her wet tongue back into her mouth.
"It's all his tricks. All his tricks…"
But contrary to her words, she covered her pussy with her palm and walked with her legs spread wide like a crab, displaying a lewd and obscene gait that would embarrass even the pigs watching from the side, as she made her way to the rubber tub.
Of course, it was now natural for her to go into heat along the way. When the pigs, drawn by her scent, stared intently at her, Eleanor shouted with a haughty expression.
"Wh-what are you looking at! Just like him, you pigs he raised have the same expression as him!"
-Snort
-Snort
-Oink
As they say, the guilty party blames others. In this case, perhaps the one getting angry is the bitch leaking semen from her pussy?
After glaring at the pigs snorting as if mocking her, Eleanor turned her back the moment she reached the tub.
-Snort!
-Oink!
-Snort, snort?!
Shattering the pigs' hopes that she might put on another lewd show, shaking her voluptuous breasts, Eleanor blushed at the uproar behind her and muttered,
"What do you pigs, who can't even mate, know about lusting after a bitch…"
Of course, she didn't realize her powerful pheromones were enchanting them, but she instinctively sensed that these unmanly males were drawn to her. A small smile crept onto her face as she scooped water.
"…More than that, these breasts are truly vulgar."
With a bust measuring a whopping 120cm, they were massive.
During her days as a trainee knight, these breasts were the envy of the princess, but they were also cumbersome, preventing her from drawing a sword from her waist and forcing her to wield a greatsword instead.
"What's so good about these…?"
But now, as she gazed at her body, adorned with the marks of a male who desired her, it felt like looking down from a mountain peak at a garden in full bloom.
It was a rather unique and novel sight.
"They're just lumps of flesh. What's so good about them that he had to bite, suck, and cum on them…? I just don't understand why he adored them so fervently…"
Supporting her lower breasts with the arm holding the dipper, she looked down at the garden blooming with azaleas and forsythias emitting a vulgar scent. Soon, she examined not just her breasts but the semen splattered all over her body and shivered slightly.
"Truly… a bitch… not a knight, but a sow… a sow knight…"
Her body, covered in male semen and rejoicing in it, displayed a truly vulgar, lowly, and lewd appearance.
"No wonder he desired me so fervently… Ah, no! I almost fell for his tricks again!"
Thinking this semen-covered, vulgar body was beautiful—she must have gone into heat without realizing it.
A splash of cold water would bring her back to her senses! Eleanor removed the arm supporting her breasts and poured water from the dipper onto her chest with all her might.
"Hnggg…♥"
The sensation of cold water, so distinctly different from the warmth and viscosity of the hot semen, brushed against her stiff, erect nipples. A sweet, nasal moan escaped Eleanor's lips.
Shivering from the sensation of the water washing over her body, she let out a moan without even realizing it.
"O-one more time…"
Splash!! Splash!!
Haaah! Hiiing…!
With each pour of water, her moans grew louder, and the speed of her pouring increased. She told herself it was to wash quickly, but perhaps it was to hide something—
"Just one more, pleeease…!"
For example,
Squelch, squelch—
"Haaa… the sensation of semen filling my pussy, the feeling of it trying to flow out along my vaginal flesh, his filthy semen warmed by my body's heat…♥"
Perhaps to hide the disgrace of her fingers now plunging into her vaginal flesh.