"So, first they took off my armor. And next—"

"How many of them were surrounding you at that time?"

Why was he suddenly asking that? Even though she was forced to do this, Eleonora had no desire to drag out the recounting of such a humiliating past.

However, Rafe, whose hand was still firmly cupping over Eleonora’s pussy, jerked his chin as if to say, ’I don’t give a damn about your feelings, just keep talking.’ Eleonora gritted her teeth and spoke.

"...I do not know. There were easily hundreds of them surrounding me and the Princess."

"Makes sense. A female knight rolling right into a bandit den swarming with nothing but starving dicks... just that alone would drive them wild."

"Haaah... Take your hand off my tits. Sexual harassment was not part of the st—"

"Besides, a knightess with a body this lewd? Just looking at it makes a man want to blow his load. They probably never get to see anything like this, so of course they swarmed you."

Just the thought that she had this obscene, fuckable body back then... was he finding it unbearable?

"Ugh..."

"And surely, they reached out with their filthy hands, kneading your tits and pussy, not missing a single inch, right?"

"Do not fabricate lies! I didn’t let those bastards lay a single finger on me!"

"Hmm... really? And here I thought this was a story about a pitiful knightess getting gang-raped by bandits, overcoming her tragic past..."

At some point, Rafe hands had reached out to grasp her breasts and pussy again. All Eleonora could do was tremble silently under his touch.

"So, what was their reaction when you were stripped naked? I can guess, but I want to hear it from your own mouth. Speak up."

"Th-they started cheering when I became naked. They didn’t hesitate to spout obscene filth at me..."

"That’s obvious. But do you remember anything specific from the crowd?"

While lewdly fondling her breasts, Rafe whispered into Eleonora’s ear as if whispering to a lover. Eleonora let out a breath she had been holding at his words and continued.

"They called me... a dairy cow."

"Not boring shit like that. Surely there were words that stuck in your memory."

"Ah..."

’What did they say...? While staring at my tits and ass...’

"They called me... a Sow. They said they wanted to spread this lewd bitch’s legs right then and there and ram their cocks inside. They said selling me would be a waste, so they’d pass me around forever, using me as a cum-toilet and making me bear their children..."

"Hoh... and?"

"They said the child born from my womb would be a lewd slut just like me, so they would use the child as their sex slave for life too. One of them said he’d fuck my pussy and ass-pussy until they were so wrecked they’d never close again... and..."

Making her recall such humiliating memories wasn’t enough, he was making her speak such vile, disgusting words with her own mouth!

As Eleonora began to tremble uncontrollably, Rafe quickly spoke.

"But that’s strange? Surely they confirmed you had no weapons once you were naked..."

"They... they told me to spread my p-pussy open. Making up ridiculous excuses that I might be hiding something in my armpits... they told me to spread my legs wide and put both hands behind my head. L-Like this..."

The Sow Submission Pose.

The bandits had called the humiliating and shameful posture Eleonora was currently holding by that name. A pose where a female reveals everything to the male, a posture of a female completely surrendered to the male.

"So why show me that pose specifically? Is it because you want to submit to me? Did you realize your true nature as a sow? You want to be a pig that gets lots of affection?"

"It was you who forced me into this posture! I am only doing this to protect my sword from your cowardly tricks!"

"Hmm, is that so?"

’I never actually ordered her to do that specific pose, though. Is it best to just go along with it for now?’

Rafe slyly let Eleonora’s comment slide. He spoke to the woman who was glaring at him, silently demanding he back off now.

"So, how did you escape that desperate situation? You were moments away from becoming a public meat toilet."

"...Some of the bandits guarding the hideout were distracted, going crazy over my naked body. The Commander seized that opportunity to ambush the camp and rescued the Princess and me."

"I see. So you survived the crisis thanks to your nation-toppling beauty and this obscene body that naturally provokes the lust of males."

If he hadn’t hypnotized himself by chanting ’she is a sow, she is a sow,’ he surely would have fallen for her completely, given her his liver and gallbladder, and ended up slaughtered. He nodded, accepting this logic.

’Since that day, I trained endlessly with the resolve to never put the Princess in danger again... I thought I had reached the pinnacle...!’

Was God punishing her for her arrogance, for thinking she had reached the top?

Eleonora lamented her situation, suffering this humiliation once again.

"The story is over now... So hurry up and retract it! Take back what you said about me having a lewd body that can’t live without a man!"

"Mm, I retract it. You are a noble knightess, a true warrior who protected her purity and honor."

"Ah?"

What? Just like that? Was he not going to insult her further?

Eleonora blinked her eyes blankly, a stupid expression on her face.

Rafe kneaded Eleonora’s tits as he spoke.

"I admit I misunderstood that part. However... it might not remain a misunderstanding for long?"

"What are you trying to say now...!"

What kind of filth was that wicked mouth going to use to defile her ears this time?

As if he didn’t care about Eleonora’s glare, Rafe applied pressure to the hands that were fondling her breasts and pussy.

Squeeeeze.

"You bitch, you’re going to become a body that can’t live without a male. To be precise, you’ll become a body that can’t live without me."

"Haa, nngh...! D-Don’t be ridiculous! I will never break! No matter what you do, never!"

Ah! This is what a true female knight should be!

Rafe admired her spirit internally as he slyly whispered into her ear.

"Let me ask one last thing. How did it feel back then?"

"...?!"

Shiver. Eleonora’s body trembled as that wicked whisper swept over her entire body like goosebumps.

"The feeling of exposing this lewd pose in front of hundreds of males. The sensation. Surely, you felt something, didn’t you?"

"Th-that’s... S-Shut up! The story is over! Now, as promised, the sword—"

I guess that’s enough for now.

Even though Eleonora’s face showed clear signs of fluster, Rafe obediently removed his hands from her body and stepped out of the cage.

"I’ll be holding onto this sword."

"What?! D-Didn’t you say you would return it! Did you deceive me?!"

"I said I could return it depending on the situation, didn’t I? Besides, what would you even do with it right now? You’d just scheme to kill me, wouldn’t you?"

"..."

"You’re not even denying it. Anyway, let’s call it a day for the morning session."

Call it a day? Eleonora snorted as if to say ’don’t be ridiculous’ at Rafe trying to trick her again.

But Rafe really seemed to be finishing up; he folded the chair he had been sitting on and began to wrap Eleonora’s greatsword tightly with some plastic vinyl sheets lying around.

"I told you, didn’t I? It’s the first day, so I planned to go easy in the morning. This whole happening was just an accident-ish situation because a certain someone went full throttle."

"Hmph."

What utter nonsense!

Rafe smirked at the snorting Eleonora, then suddenly pulled his phone out of his pocket and began comparing it with the clock hanging inside the pigsty.

"Hmm... the clock is off. Is the battery dead?"

"??"

What was he talking about? Eleonora pricked up her ears, hoping to glean some information about this place from his muttering. But Rafe simply giggled as he looked at Eleonora, who was still staring at him in the Sow Submission Pose.

"It’s pig feeding time, but the feed hasn’t come out yet."

"Feeding time?"

Eleonora looked suspiciously at Rafe, who was spouting incomprehensible nonsense.

But the moment the time on Rafe smartphone screen changed to exactly 12:00—

Exactly on time, feed poured into the trough in the center of the cage. The pigs, previously curled up, began to lift their heads one by one.

"Well then, I’m off. See you in the afternoon?"

"Wait! Aren’t you going to dispel the magic cast on me?"

"Magic? What magic?"

"I’m talking about the bizarre magic that has fixed my body in this state!"

"Eh? What do you mean? I don’t really know anything about that sort of thing...?"

Rafe tilted his head as he looked at Eleonora, who was still staring at him in the Sow Submission Pose. He scanned Eleonora’s body—still glaring at him venomously—up and down, and a smile began to form on his lips.

"Aha...?"

Grinning with that same evil smile as before, he slyly reached back into the pigsty and extended his hand toward Eleonora’s bushy pubic hair.

"The magic trick ends!"

"Hiii-eeeeek?!"

And without a shred of consideration, Rafe roughly plucked out Eleonora’s pubic hair with a forceful yank.

Eleonora trembled at the sight of the platinum strand in his hand and collapsed onto the spot.

"Fufu, you’d better look forward to the afternoon."

"Haa, haaanh... Y-You... Just you wait. I will definitely, definitely...!"

As Rafe trudged out of the pigsty, the female knight glared at his retreating back, rubbing her arms and legs that were finally moving again, vowing revenge.

’What was that? His hand... why was it so slippery earlier...?’

Oink oink oink!

Squeaaaal!

"Wh-what! Get away! Get lost, I said! Aaah?! G-Get your feet off my clothes!!"

Before Eleonora could find the answer to the question in her head, the symbol of terror, Rafe, left. Simultaneously, she was swept away into the throng of pigs going wild for their feeding time.