Somehow, time flew by. Just as the clock ticked past noon, I finished my welding work.

"Now, I suppose all that’s left is to pray this actually works?"

I hadn’t followed a blueprint or any logic; I just let the dark impulses in my head guide my hands. Calling it a ’finished product’ was generous—it was basically a lump of scrap metal, albeit a slightly functional one.

[Hmm... A mithril chain attached to a patchwork of scrap metal? I haven’t the faintest clue what this tool is for... but considering it came from the mind of a Master Breeder obsessed with female knights, I’m sure it’s something absolutely filthy!]

The SD character looked smug, as if she had seen right through my depraved soul. I tried my best to ignore her teasing and headed back toward the pigsty.

[So, what is this afternoon’s breaking session going to involve! Just now, huehuehue...]

She popped up again, holding a speech bubble that read ’No lewd things!’, but her tone suggested she was practically drooling with anticipation. She was definitely imagining me ruthlessly ravaging that knight’s tight virgin pussy.

[Gulp!]

"...So it is true."

I gave a half-hearted reply to the system fairy, who frantically threw up a message window denying it, and walked toward the brick house located a little ways down from the pigsty.

I had heard from my mother that this house was finished on the day I was born and that we lived here until I was a few years old. But that was so long ago I had no memory of it. To me, it was just an old brick house without any sentimental value.

[What is it? You said you were going to do an afternoon breaking session, so why come back to the house? You aren’t planning on taking a nap and leaving her neglected, are you?]

"I need to feed the sow, and I need to find a few more tools."

[What about that lump of scrap metal you just made??]

"I told you, I’m using that tomorrow. More importantly, what should I feed the sow to get the best reaction..."

[Since she’s a pig, shouldn’t you give her food waste? Like a proper pig?!]

Come to think of it, this system fairy was surprisingly cold-blooded. Even if she was the one who encouraged the kidnapping, confidently suggesting I feed her garbage was pretty ruthless.

[You know, like that! In that erotica novel you read when you were 15, Master Breeder! The one where they starve the captured female knight to weaken her body, and then use that moment of weakness to break her mind...]

Weaken her mind through starvation?

It is true that the easiest way to handle a beast is to control its food source.

Even though everything is automated now, back when I had to scoop feed by hand, I was a being of love and hate to the pigs.

Of course, I still feed them manually sometimes when the machines act up.

Anyway, to the pigs, I was a terrifying existence—someone who injected them with needles or sold them off to be slaughtered. Just seeing me was reason enough for them to run away.

But at the same time, I was the irreplaceable being who provided water and feed. I was the Absolute One. Their God.

Over time, the older pigs realized that when I pulled the cart, it was feeding time. Some of the clever ones would even approach me, only to run away if I tried to touch them with my bare hands.

But enough about the ones that have already ended up on someone’s dinner table.

For livestock, food is a major pillar in establishing a clear hierarchy of control.

But if I thought that method would work here, would I be rambling on like this?

"You want to try controlling a female knight with food, not just some random female animal? That’s the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard."

There are historical figures who starved to death in prison rather than eat food given by the enemy who captured them.

She isn’t just a pig; she is a female knight I intend to turn into my loyal pig. I didn’t think childish pranks like ’If you don’t listen to me, no dinner for you!’ would work on her.

Starving her? That’s kid stuff.

"I’ll just stir-fry whatever is in the fridge and give it to her."

Kimchi, green onions, a few cans of spam, and rice.

A combination that couldn’t possibly taste bad when fried together.

It’s her first day, and she’s already suffered this much humiliation. I should show at least this much sincerity.

They say sincerity moves heaven. If her Master cooks for her personally like this, maybe even a sow would be grateful enough to obediently submit to the training.

[Master Breeder!]

What.

[If you act too crazy, it becomes a sickness, you know?]

...Bitch.

A short while later, having prepared a meal for Eleonora, I headed straight for the pigsty where she was being kept.

As I pulled open the latch to start my new day, the first thing that caught my eye was the pigs huddled together in a massive clump.

"What the hell is that?"

Did they eat something bad collectively?

If a disease broke out, I’d be fucked, so I rushed into the pen to quarantine them. But contrary to my expectations, the pigs were perfectly fine.

-Oiiink?!

-Squeeeeeal!!

-Kweeeek!!

In fact, they were so healthy that as soon as they heard my footsteps, they freaked out and scattered in all directions, looking exactly like a swarm of ants.

As the pigs scattered, the center of the huddle was revealed. There lay Eleonora, flat on her stomach, adhering to the rule I had set before leaving: [Sows must walk on all fours.]

"You’re quite popular with the males, aren’t you? Do you like living naked that much? Why are you staying like that without clothes?"

"Because of the tricks you played on me—! Haaah..."

It seemed the pigs had gathered because they were attracted to the scent of a female that Eleonora was unconsciously releasing.

Like iron filings to a magnet, even those castrated bastards gathered around, excited by the smell of a female.

"Undo this trick on my arms immediately! How dare you, how dare you treat my hands like pig trotters!"

"Oh? You noticed?"

The Cage Rule stated [Sows walk on four legs], but strictly speaking, where would a sow have hands? Naturally, they are front paws.

"If you’re a sow, it’s only logical that you walk on four legs, isn’t it?"

Eleonora’s murderous intent toward me intensified.

However, perhaps accepting her situation like a knight and preparing to find a way out, she stared intently at the Kimchi Fried Rice in my hand.

Then, she looked at me with eyes full of utter contempt.

"...I knew it. You filthy scum."

"Huh? Suddenly?"

I had fried it perfectly so the rice grains were distinct and fluffy, and even plated it beautifully on one of the few fancy dishes in the house. Her response was enough to leave me dumbfounded.

"The mindset of vulgar things dealing with slaves is obvious. You intend to feed me that food waste to feel some sort of superiority, don’t you?"

"No, hey!"

[Heh heh heh, she called it food waste! Kickickick!]

I made it with consideration, yet she calls it food waste! It’s the dish I cook best! I even used green onion oil to fry it properly—does it look that disastrous?

[It must be a cultural difference! That sow probably grew up eating bread; where would she have ever seen rice like this? Furthermore, serving a dish with this visual in a pigsty that reeks of shit... It’s understandable she’d misunderstand!]

That makes sense.

Judging by her armor, her cultural level seems to be around the medieval period of the West.

If I asked her if the Earth was round or flat, she’d probably say it’s flat.

But even if she knew what rice was, the fact that she was summoned to a pigsty was the problem.

Just because I was used to the smell of pig shit didn’t mean Eleonora would be. I had taken that for granted.

"Still, it’s cheeky. Very cheeky."

"Hmph."

At first, I intended to eat a spoonful myself to reassure her it wasn’t poisoned. But since she treated my masterpiece like garbage, I felt like teaching this wicked bitch a very—

’Wait a minute?’

Actually, isn’t this better?

"Kukuku, so you refuse the daily bread given to you?"

"Do you think I would eat that trash you dare call food? Those who have reached a state like mine can go a month without food or drink and feel nothing."

"Hoh... You can control your hunger?"

Is she following some fantasy novel setting?

While I was thinking, Eleonora, who was covering her naked body with her shining—albeit slightly dirty—armor like a brooding duck, smirked coldly as if she thought she had scored a point against me.

"If you understand, get lost. In the first place..."

"?"

"You haven’t even kidnapped me for a day—no, not even half a day—and you try to feed me slop. You’re a third-rate scum who isn’t even fit to speak of ’breaking’ or ’training’. You think you can humiliate Eleonora Croft?"

I wasn’t planning to give you slop in the first place, you bitch.

But thanks to you, I came up with a great idea.

"I’ll have to punish you. It’s very cheeky of you to keep crawling up without knowing your place."

"A coward who can’t even touch my body without these petty tricks."

Eleonora turned her head away from me and snorted in provocation. But does she know what I wrote into the Cage Rules while she was looking away?

"Is that so? Too bad. I can’t bear to watch my cute sow starve to death, so I’m in the position of having to force-feed you."

"I told you I wouldn’t eat such th—"

"Even if I release the restrictions on your body and allow you to wear clothes?"

For the first time, the cold glare on Eleonora’s face wavered.