[Keeper! It's morning! Morning! It's time to feed the sow! No time to laze around!]
Was it my mistake to have sex last night after seeing Eleanor licking the semen spilled on the floor?
Normally, I have my own routine: wake up, wash up, eat, and go out just in time for the pigs' feeding schedule. But today, no matter how quickly I prepared, I woke up so late that I couldn't make it in time.
[You're such a lazy pig! Abandoning the noble duty of training the sow and just sprawling out asleep like this!]
I appreciate being woken up, but it's clear the choice of words was meant to irritate me. And the SD character, sitting cross-legged in a bondage outfit that seems straight out of an SM play, is just adding to it.
Today, I gave the character a warning glare for diligently accumulating karma. Sure enough, it soon vanished from my sight with a poof, then reappeared with a bright red face, wrapped in a blanket.
[Wh-what are you looking at! What are you looking at, I say! What are you looking at!]
"You wore it yourself, so why are you making a fuss at me?"
[Do you think I don't know?! You were undressing me with those lecherous eyes! Your gaze was so indecent it gave me goosebumps all over my virgin body!]
Then, as if to switch scenes, it pushed a round character with a speech bubble saying, "No naughty stuff!" in front of my eyes before disappearing again.
It seems it went to change clothes, probably realizing it was embarrassing.
"Serves you right for acting up."
Taking advantage of its brief absence, I quickly finished my shower. Just as I was about to go have breakfast, another message appeared before my eyes.
[Someone from Another World has begun offering a mealtime prayer to the keeper!]
When I sent the syringes before, they kept wanting to give thanks and pray, so I told them to do it only three times a day. Did they decide to offer thanks at every meal?
Still, I couldn't just ignore it, so I sent a message quoting something the duty officer used to say during morning roll call: "Enjoy your meal and have a good day."
And then, message windows began pouring out like crazy before my eyes.
[Someone from Another World is shedding tears over the daily sustenance sent by the keeper!]
[The wife of Someone from Another World has picked up a pen to record the keeper's words!]
[The fourth son of Someone from Another World hastily handed over the deer hide he was wearing to his mother, who was looking for paper!]
"Eek?!"
Afraid that if I exchanged a few more words, the whole family would start stripping, I quickly closed the message window. Yet, countless expressions of gratitude began flooding in, making my sow parts tingle with goosebumps, just as the SD character had said.
To stop this shudder from spreading through my entire body, I tried to swipe the message window away with my finger. At that moment, an SD character-specific message window popped up with [Kyaaak!].
[When your sow parts are tingling, I recommend solving it with the sow's mouth parts!]
"You startled me!"
It's unclear when it changed clothes, but the SD character was now blocking my way, wearing a sheer, flowing chiton so thin you could almost see through it, pushing the message window aside.
Before, it was just in the form of an illustration. Has it grown in the meantime? The SD character, huffing and puffing as it shoved the message window aside, flapped its wings and thrust its face toward me in protest.
[Don't just swipe the message window away when I'm not around! I got hit!]
It must have rushed over in a hurry—its whole body was sweaty, and it held a reddish tissue to its nose, as if it really had been hit.
I don't know the details, but it seemed true that it had bumped into something on the way here.
But that was only temporary. Soon, the character, still holding the tissue to its nose, thrust its face toward me again.
[Huff! Huff! Sow mouth parts! Sow mouth parts! Sow mouth parts!]
Then, it began panting excitedly, as if eagerly anticipating something.
Actually, it seemed like using the excuse of being hit by the message window was just a pretext. It probably tripped while rushing over and is blaming me for it.
"You want to see me solve my morning erection?"
[Specifically, I want to see it solved with the sow's mouth parts! If possible, I'd like to see a golden shower play where you pee into her mouth as if wiping away leftover semen... Ah, nosebleed...!]
That's quite the specific taste.
As if embarrassed by my incredulous gaze, the character cleared its throat awkwardly and hid behind the message window I had swiped away.
[I-I'm not saying I want to be on the receiving end of that or anything! Ahem! I definitely don't want to be subjected to golden shower play by the keeper, so d-don't get the wrong idea! I never even thought it was a waste to see the keeper peeing in the toilet every day!]
I'm going crazy.
"You want to be my personal toilet that badly?"
[Yes! Ah, no?! As if! I have a duty to serve the keeper! If you tempt me with such sweet (?) words, you might think I'll gladly become your toilet, but that's a huge misunderstakn!]
So flustered it even made a typo, the character glanced at me.
Of course, I'd like to meet this character face-to-face someday, but now isn't the time to discuss its fetishes.
"But giving you a little preview wouldn't be so bad, right?"
[Huh?]
Since I planned to raise the training level today anyway, checking how much progress has been made isn't a bad idea. So, unlike usual, I ran toward the pen where Eleanor is confined, empty-handed.
[Ah! D-don't tell me it's for me...?!]
At some point, the character began waving a speech bubble with a double meaning: "No naughty stuff!" where the "no" had been crossed out with an X, turning it into "Naughty stuff is okay!"
Its slightly flushed face suggested it was already fantasizing about something inappropriate.
Ignoring the character, I rushed out of the house. There was no need to go far—the pigpen was right in front of me. The SD character began panting heavily again, just like before.
Actually, the pigpen where Eleanor is kept isn't far at all. Just up a slight slope, and it's right there.
Creak!
As I grabbed the handle and opened the door, sure enough, the pigs were already snuffling and grunting, burying their snouts into the feed that had been distributed, since I woke up late. Except for the 20 pigs that were shipped out recently, all the pigs in this pen were eating their allotted feed.
"Oh?"
"...Don't stare so blatantly. How rude."
After glancing over the pigs, I lowered my gaze to the pen closest to the door. There, as expected, was Eleanor, wearing only armor over her bare skin, just like yesterday.
I don't know where her original clothes went, but judging by the dampness of her hair, she probably woke up late like me, washed up, and hastily threw on her armor because she ran out of time.
"Did you take a bath?"
"What does it matter? Are you trying to pick a fight, saying a sow shouldn't bathe?"
I only asked because the floor looked like it had been drenched with water. But Eleanor glared at me with sharp eyes, as if questioning my intentions.
I was pondering what to say—whether to scold her or gently coax her—when,
Grrrooowl!
"Kuh...!"
The sound of hunger echoed loudly from Eleanor's stomach, breaking the silence between us. Eleanor blushed, seemingly embarrassed by my steady gaze, and retorted,
"This is all your doing! Absolutely not because I wanted it..."
"Oh~ rea~lly? More importantly, how's the itchiness compared to yesterday?"
As soon as I finished speaking, Eleanor's expression twisted.
"Last night... it was fine. But, that..."
Judging by her state, the itchiness seems to have started.
Just as I expected.
"Before you arrived, I suddenly felt itchy all over... Did you... do something to me?!"
After spitting out the words as if interrogating me, she began stroking her growling stomach while looking up at me. As for the sow, I leisurely scanned her entire body and said,
"It's mealtime, and you're hungry because I didn't feed you, right?"
"That's right, thanks to your meddling. Originally, as a Grandmaster, I shouldn't be bothered by something like appeti... Wh-what are you doing? Why are you suddenly taking off your pants...?!"
As I busily undid my fly, Eleanor blushed slightly and stared at my crotch.
[She's not avoiding it?]
'I thought she'd avoid it, but it seems the training is progressing better than expected.'
Her flushed face, eyes fixed on my crotch as if unable to look away, her tongue subtly flicking between her lips as if craving food, and her nostrils flaring wildly.
It's not perfect, but it's the look of a beast sensing it's time to eat, gazing up at its keeper.
The moment I let my dick dangle, you could hear a gulp as she swallowed, and her eyes began to reveal more and more of her beastly nature.
But the fact that she doesn't demand it herself even after seeing my dick suggests that, though she's a beast, she's more like an animal just beginning to be tamed, still in a state where she needs to be offered something first.
"You know without me saying it, right? From now on, this is your breakfast."
"Fine... I expected you'd try something vulgar with me again soon enough..."
Gulp, gulp. Every time my dick swayed, Eleanor swallowed her saliva, accepting the justification I offered.
Since I took a step back, now it's my turn to step forward.
"But first, I need to check if you're hiding any weapons you might have made last night on your body. So, take off your clothes. Strip, and in the position you're sitting in now, spread your legs and put your hands behind your head."
"You know I have to eat something, and yet you pull this kind of trick..."
As soon as I finished speaking, Eleanor pursed her lips and slowly began moving her hands toward her armor.
Click, clack
She began unfastening the buckles that weren't properly fastened in the first place, neatly stacking the removed armor pieces to one side of the pen.
As if she's already accustomed to it, it didn't take long for her to strip off the armor and become completely naked. Eleanor then moved to the very center of the pen—the same spot where she had licked up the semen from the floor yesterday.
Step by step, as if knowing that hiding anything is pointless now, she walked to the center of the pen, exposing her breasts and vulva.
"V-vile scouuuum...!!"
Under the warm sunlight beginning to stream through the window, she slowly crouched in that spot, spread her legs to reveal her vulva, and stretched her hands behind her head with all her might, emphasizing her chest and armpits.