Slurp, gluck-gluck, schlopp! Chuuup! Slurp!

’’Aaaah... Master’s cock... delicious Master’s cock... Please, I will dedicate this vulgar body to serve you even more... give this sow the honor of tasting your cock... please carve your crest of ownership deep inside these slutty, gaping holes...♥’’

’Ah, this is a dream.’

The moment Eleonora saw the platinum-blonde, naked woman sitting in front of her—kneeling before Rafe on a luxurious sofa, sucking his cock, and fawning over him like a desperate sow—she muttered to herself, convinced.

This is a dream.

Whether she had lost consciousness, fallen asleep, or passed out and drifted into slumber naturally didn’t matter.

Just having such a lewd wet dream made her painfully aware of the crisis she was in and her wretched reality. Even in a dream, she had to stay on guard against a man who would undoubtedly be trying to manipulate her at this very moment.

’Is this... his bedroom?’

Illuminated by a single small lamp, the small bedroom contained a massive bed that seemed out of proportion to the room’s size.

On top of it lay several sows who had lost consciousness, their bodies completely covered in sticky semen, much like the platinum-blonde woman currently burying her face in his crotch.

She couldn’t see their faces.

For some reason, just like that platinum-blonde sow, these women felt familiar. She approached them cautiously to get a better look.

But as if she had no right, no authority to be here, the closer she tried to get, the further she was pushed back.

’Could these women be like me? Others he dragged here and reduced to slaves?’

Blurry black silhouettes obscured their faces, but she could see their bodies. Like her, they possessed massive, heavy breasts and plump, meaty hips. Their bellies were swollen, as if pregnant, and from those enormous tits—pierced with silver rings through the nipples—thick, creamy breast milk was leaking out, drip, drip.

’...’

’’Yes, milk has finally started leaking properly from my tit-pussy. Now I can service Master’s cock using this milk without needing any oil... so please, enjoy this sow’s body even more...♥’’

Judging by the familiar tone, had she belonged to a knightly order like herself? There was a strictness peculiar to those who had served in the military, yet the voice was also haughty.

’’Perhaps she was a knight who held a very high position... To think such a person could fall so low...’’

She couldn’t hear clearly, but the man mouthed something to the woman. Immediately, the woman began to wrap her lips around his giant shaft with a coquettish voice, sticking her long tongue out.

’’Bleeeeh...♥’’

Reflecting the clear light of the lamp, saliva dripped slowly from the woman’s mouth, landing softly on the glans that poked out from between her massive tits.

Simultaneously, she bounced the arm supporting her heavy breasts. Her tits jiggled violently, boing, and the silver rings dangling from her pink nipples flashed in the lamplight.

’’Ah, the semen Master shot inside is...!’’

Squelch. Splurt. Splurttt.

Hearing the continuous, wet churning sounds, as if a slime were living inside her, Eleonora cautiously checked the woman’s backside.

’’My god... her pussy... it’s like a living creature...!’’

The woman’s hole was twitching and writhing like an abalone, her nether lips puckering as if desperate to bite down on a cock. That lewd hole, surrounded by a bush of platinum-blonde hair just like her own... just how many cocks had it taken?

The platinum-blonde pubic hair was completely matted with dried cum. And right above the pussy hole—the other hole that existed solely for excretion—that second pussy was also twitching uncontrollably, pfft, pfft, regurgitating gulps of semen as if it couldn’t hold it in any longer.

’’Aaaah... a cum-fart just slipped out... My rude little ass-pussy... it’s been stretched wide open in the exact shape of Master’s cock... it can’t even close itself anymore... Eh? A semen enema... you say? That’s...! You already filled me up earlier... the only thing left in my stomach is... Y-You want me to shit out semen like poop?! Aaaah... as expected of my Master...♥’’

Then, a few more times, the sow kneaded her own breasts. As if she were a human fountain, a tremendous amount of semen gushed out, covering the sow’s body in white sludge.

’...’

’’Did you like this sow’s tit-pussy service? Fuhu, but it seems Master’s cock is still not satisfied...’’

As the man spoke again, the platinum-blonde woman gave a lewd, depraved smile. She slowly turned her body, pressing her massive tits into the semen-stained carpet like a cushion, and grabbed her own ass cheeks with both hands, spreading them wide with all her might.

And as the dark, translucent silhouette slowly faded away, a face far too familiar appeared in Eleonora’s eyes.

’’Then, please allow this unworthy sow, Eleonora, to service Master’s cock with this lewd, pregnant cunt—’’

’’NOOOOOOOOOO!!’’

Splaaaaaaash—!!

’’Ughhh?!’’

’’Does this bitch think sleeping all day while the sun is high in the sky makes her royalty?! What do you mean ’no’?! Wake up, now!’’

Suddenly, the sensation of freezing cold liquid covering her body caused Eleonora’s eyes to snap open.

’’Ah? Eh? Just now, what kind of dream...’’

’’Stop talking nonsense about dreams and stay still. I’m washing you.’’

’’Pbbt?! Puuuh!’’

Splaaaaaaash—!

A large hose was in Rafe’s hand. It was the kind of industrial hose one might see in a highway tunnel or attached to a street fire hydrant. Blasted by the powerful stream of water, Eleonora was soaked to the bone before she could even think of resisting.

’’What are you doing all of a sudden...!’’

It was good that the filth caked onto her body was being washed away, but this method of washing lacked even a speck of consideration.

Eleonora tried to rise, thinking she’d be better off snatching that thing (the hose) from him and washing herself.

Clank—!

’’W-What! What is this?!’"

Her limbs were bound. The pigs that had been sniffing at her yesterday were all staring at her from the adjacent pen with familiar eyes, watching her suspended in a strange apparatus.

’’This... this posture is...?!’’

Her hips were hoisted high toward the sky, and her two legs were spread so wide it would make anyone watching blush with shame.

Of course, it went without saying that her pussy, surrounded by platinum-blonde hair, was fully exposed. To borrow Rafe’s words, it was a posture that screamed, ’Please give me a mating press.’

’’Ugh, uuugh, let go! Release this, I say...!’’

’’I told you to stay still while I wash you~’’

Her two hands were bound together with her legs by chains, and the hook descending from the ceiling connected to them, leaving Eleonora hanging exactly like a slaughtered pig in a butcher shop.

To be precise, she resembled the baby wild boars she used to tie up by all four legs to barbecue during her travels.

Not only was her ass jutting up toward the ceiling, but everything—from her pubic hair to her tightly shut virgin pussy—was open for direct visual inspection.

’’Such a grotesque posture... It wasn’t enough to strip an unconscious person naked, but to do such a lawless thing!’’

She would kill him.

She would break these chains right now and tear that bastard limb from limb!

’’Why... why won’t they break...!’’

’’That’s because those chains are made of Mithril, obviously.’’

’’What?!’’

’’Mithril? The chains binding me yesterday were Mithril too, but does this guy buy the world’s rarest metal like he’s shopping at a general store?! Just what is he?!’’

Of course, he had simply collected the fragments of the Mithril chains she had shattered yesterday and used them to bind her again.

Unaware of this, Eleonora gritted her teeth at Rafe’s meticulousness. He had tied the Mithril double and triple thick around her hands and feet, just in case she recovered enough strength to break them again, making it difficult for her to even struggle.

However, Rafe, having gotten used to receiving the killing intent of a Knightess—or rather, a sow—in just a single night, didn’t care either way. He continued to spray water over Eleonora’s body.

He was focused on washing away the dust and grime that had clung to her since yesterday.

Once he had thoroughly washed every inch of her body, Rafe opened the gate of the pen and entered. He moved Eleonora to a spot with good sunlight, then approached the door of the pigsty right next to her cage, grabbing the handle as if to show off.

’’W-What are you doing...’’

’’I’m about to do something you’ll love to death.’’

’’Love to death... you say?’’

As if answering her question with action, Rafe threw the pigsty door wide open.

Creak—

Eleonora froze instantly as the dazzling sun poured in, slowly revealing the scenery outside.

’’Oops, unfortunately, no one is passing by right now. That’s a shame.’’

’’Hmph... Isn’t this your hideout? There’s no idiot in the world who would place their hideout where people walk by.’’

A road made of strange, hardened clay (asphalt) and lush green plants lining the path.

Just as she suspected, this was a remote place where no one traveled.

Considering the forest visible beyond and the fence woven like iron thread, there was no way anyone would be passing by here.

Eleonora spoke calmly, pretending to be unbothered, but Rafe slinked up behind her and whispered into her ear.

’’I wonder about that?’’

’’What?’’

’’You know the saying, ’If you want to hide a tree, hide it in a forest’? A villain’s hideout like mine might just be hidden right inside a village.’’

’’Ugh...!’’

’’A... A village? That can’t be. There is no way this place is a village! A farm raising this many pigs couldn’t possibly be in a village!’’

A village implies frequent traffic between people. No, more than frequent—if she just turned her head, she would see people. And if she was there... in this state...?!

’’Haaah... haaah...’’

’’Are you getting turned on? Excited already? Without even knowing what’s going to happen to you?’’

’’Ex...cited...?’’

When Eleonora tilted her head as if asking what nonsense he was spouting, Rafe took a black cloth from his pocket and began to cover her eyes.

’’What are you doing! If you’re going to rape me, then get on with it! You captured a prisoner only to play these childish pranks! Are you scared to touch me now?’’

’’Man, this girl tastes some semen and suddenly gets real cocky with her words. Just a moment ago, I told you someone might be here, yet you’re shouting loudly for me to rape you?’’

’’Do you want to show off your body being fucked by someone that badly?’’

Tighten.

As Rafe tied the black blindfold over her eyes with a sneer, Eleonora sucked in a sharp breath and yelled.

’’I know for a fact that no one is there! There’s no way a meticulous bastard like you would leave a risk factor like a third party discovering your hideout!’’

’’Oh really?’’

’’Why? Did you get scared when it came time to actually lay a hand on me? Terrified to touch me? Y-You... You virgin bastard!’’

To think that after racking her brain for an insult, the best she could come up with was ’virgin’.

Eleonora lamented her lack of vocabulary; if she had known it would come to this, she should have learned some properly insulting words from the marketplace.

But that regret was short-lived. She shuddered violently as Rafe’s hand gently stroked her pubic mound.

’’Hah... Haaah...’’

’’It’s rare to see a sow begging to be raped this badly.’’

’’Don’t... misunderstand. You may trample my body, but the more you trample me, the more I will remember my vengeance against you. That is why.’’

SMACK—!

’’Nnghh-iiiit?!’’

Startled by Rafe’s hand suddenly slapping her ass cheek, Eleonora let out a scream and trembled. Rafe whispered into her ear once more.

’’Stop pretending to be noble, you bitch. Your pussy and asshole are already twitching and gaping in anticipation of being seen by others.’’

’?!?!?!’

’’Even if you didn’t ask, you’re getting fucked by me today. Today is the day that precious virgin cunt of yours gets torn apart by your Master’s cock.’’

’’Heuk...?!’’

Twitch! Twitch!

Her tightly shut clam began to tremble at the thunderous declaration.