In the empty space left behind by Rafe, who had gone to patrol the farm, Eleonora was twitching and trembling inside her pen. The floor was lined with high-quality straw—if straw could ever be called ’high-quality’—laid out for just a single sow.

’’Hut, heh, heuuugh...!’’

Jingle! Jingle!

Semen trickled down from between her legs, which were sprawled open disgracefully like a frog, while her face was plastered with sticky white seed, clogging her nose and mouth. The bell rang in time with the platinum-blonde sow’s trembling.

Her body couldn’t handle the overstimulation and shook on its own.

Moreover, every time she shivered, the bell attached to her clitoral piercing jingled. And every time it jingled, the twisted pleasure she hadn’t asked for converted the pain from her clitoris into ecstasy.

It was forcing Eleonora to taste a hell of infinite climaxes, like a perpetual motion machine.

’’Haaah... No more, please... Haaah... Stop...!’’

It was only after the bell had rung incessantly for another thirty minutes, and she had been forced to orgasm several more times, that Eleonora managed to compose herself.

Normally, the pain of deflowerment would make her crotch throb with agony like any woman experiencing her first time. But strangely, every throb brought a wave of pleasure, becoming the driving force that allowed Eleonora to move her body.

’’Heup...! He really... fucked me like a dog...!’’

Barely pushing herself up from the straw, Eleonora looked around to see if he was nearby, then staggered to her feet.

Squelch—

’’Huuuugh...!’’

The sensation of thick, viscous semen flowing down her thighs was accompanied by a lewd scent piercing her nose. The smell of the male who had violated her, the love juices she had sobbed out while being ravished, and the semen mixed with the blood of her lost virginity drying on her thighs—it all assaulted her senses.

’’...’’

Whether she couldn’t believe she had been violated by such a man, or perhaps because the reality was finally sinking in, she couldn’t even utter her usual threats of revenge or killing him.

Swallowing the hostility she always muttered, Eleonora simply let out a breath mixed with pain and coquettishness as she stood up.

’’Must wash... my body... Or the bastard’s semen... will really get me pregnant... Must wipe it off quickly... let it flow out...!’’

Fortunately, whether for her sake or for some other reason, the bastard had filled a rubber tub—large enough for a person to fit in—with water in the corner of the pen.

Eleonora began to put strength into her legs to move, desperate to wash away the semen filling her womb.

But even a mighty Grandmaster is nothing more than a female who has fulfilled her sacred duty of reproduction.

’’Kuh... Huuuugh...?!’’

Her legs wobbled uncontrollably, nearly causing her to collapse. Eleonora frantically grabbed the nearest iron bars to support her body.

’’Haaah... Haaah..."

"I can’t... put strength into my legs...! My body, which always moved exactly as I willed it... even though it was violated by such a pathetic man, it still wants to enjoy the afterglow..."

As the saying goes, a healthy mind resides in a healthy body. If she gave up here, she would once again be reduced to a disgraceful mess, writhing on the floor with her clit-bell jingling.

’’Need to... remove this ridiculous bell... and put on clothes...’’

However, her legs remained rooted to the spot. Eventually, dragging the arm that was holding the railing, Eleonora adopted a posture that hurt the least and began her arduous journey, one step at a time.

’’This terrible smell...!!’’

The sweet remnants of his semen still lingered in her mouth. And although she had blown her nose, the pungent stench of his cock remained.

’’How can mere semen smell like this...? It pierces through the stench of this damn place and violates my nose... this odor...!’’

They say you never get used to the smell of pig shit, but having the smell of semen practically shoved up your nose was a different story entirely.

Just smelling it made her pussy throb again.

Her pussy, which had been tightly shut and modest until now, twitched at the faint scent of semen after tasting cock just once. It was signaling Eleonora’s blossoming as a female.

That was why she needed to hurry, to slow down this corruption, but her legs felt like lead.

Taking a single step was a struggle. It wasn’t even that far!

Contrary to her thoughts, her body screamed that this was harder than any training she had ever endured, begging to roll back into the straw pile.

If she lay down there, the exhaustion from the sex would force her into a deep sleep. But even if she slept, she wanted to be clothed—or at least, she wanted to wash this semen off.

’’One... two... One... two...!’’

Jingle~ Jingle~

-Oink?

-Squeal?

Eleonora moved with difficulty, chanting a cadence like when she first held a sword.

Unaware of her struggle, the pigs in the pen next to Eleonora’s, who had been playing after breakfast, stopped their games at the sound of the bell and the coquettish cries of the sow nearby. They pricked up their ears in unison.

As if proving they were pigs from the same farm, they all turned their heads toward Eleonora’s pen.

-Oink?!

-Squeal!!

-Oiiink~!

They had come over to tease the noisy sow, but oh my god, what was that?!

The pigs’ eyes went wide at the sight of Eleonora moving sideways like a crab, clutching the railing with her knock-kneed legs, shaking her massive ass with every step.

Splurt!

Jingle~

With every step, blood-mixed semen drooled down from her pussy slit, falling to the floor bit by bit, while the bell hanging from her clitoris jingled. Where else could they see such a spectacle?

-Squeal! Squeal-squeal-squeal!

-Squeeeeeaal!

’’W-What is it... You lot... What are you looking at... to squeal like that...’’

If she knew what posture she was waddling in right now, she wouldn’t have been able to say that. Eleonora spoke pathetically to the pigs staring intently at her from behind.

’’Don’t look... Even if you are beasts, there’s no need to make a fuss over... a female...!’’

Should I rest for a moment?

She was only halfway there, but the strength was already draining from the arms supporting her body.

’’Haaaaah... Haaaaah...’’

Losing strength, Eleonora hung her head low and stuck her butt out far behind her, panting in a posture that screamed she was begging for doggy style.

On the other hand, seeing the sow reeking of female pheromones, flaunting her pussy—which was gaping open and filled with another male’s seed—as if to seduce (?) them, the pigs began to snort roughly again.

If only they were hard! If only their nuts hadn’t been chopped off! They would have stuffed their seed into that female’s pussy!

Unable to fuck even though they wanted to, unable to cum even though they wanted to—the pigs, in a state more miserable than a eunuch, howled sorrowfully as if lamenting that they couldn’t rub their cocks against those jiggling buttocks.

’’...Those guys must be incredibly bored.’’

Eleonora, unable to imagine that the pigs were getting turned on by the sight of her pussy and asshole, caught her breath a few times before thrusting her butt out again to resume her waddling crab-walk.

But then—

’’Heut, uuuungh...!’’

Startled by a sudden stimulation in her belly, her pussy clenched, snipping off the long trail of dripping semen. Eleonora shuddered, her asshole gaping open in her standing position as she clutched the railing.

-Squeal!!

-Squeal!!

Open the door! The door!

The hole that wasn’t originally meant for reproduction twitched madly, releasing a potent female scent. Drunk on the thick pheromones, the pigs began to riot again.

But what could they do?

They could only drool at the female’s lewd movements and the clear sound of the bell ringing from somewhere.

’’Huu... Huu...’’

Continuing her crab-walk in the lewdest posture imaginable, jingling for a while longer, Eleonora finally grabbed the edge of the rubber tub filled with the clean water she had longed for. She had finished her walk of shame, a journey shorter but harder than any she had faced before.

But the real danger started now!

Eleonora stared intently at the clean water filling the rubber tub.

’’What if he predicted I would come to wash and put an aphrodisiac in here?’’

It was possible. There was no way that man, who was so obsessed with her lewdness and covetous of her body, would back off so easily.

He might be watching her secretly from somewhere.

Given that he had attached such lewd accessories to her body, it wasn’t an impossible possibility.

Of course, Rafe considered training as training and had simply left for his main job, but Eleonora glanced at the tightly shut door before quickly snatching up the plastic ladle floating in the tub.

’’...What is this? It’s not... wood?’’

Had he played a trick here too? She swung the plastic ladle around for no reason and held it up to the sunlight.

’’It’s light for wood... Is it just a tool?’’

Was this how a Bushman felt when seeing a Coke bottle for the first time?

After stroking the ladle for a while, Eleonora carefully scooped up some water, as if she had made up her mind.