’...The very first thing out of your mouth is a spectacle.’

She didn’t know how much time had passed, but seeing the dimming sky and the food waste (Parfait) in Rafe’s hands, Eleonora sighed, realizing not even a full day had passed.

"Whether I wear clothes or not is my freedom, is it not?"

"Still thinks she’s a person, I see."

Well, whatever.

Rafe shrugged his shoulders at Eleonora, who was glaring at him intently. He gently placed the fodder he had prepared in front of her pen.

"Here. Feed."

Grrrrurgle!!

"Ugh... A-again...?!"

As soon as the word ’feed’ was spoken, her stomach began to churn violently. Once again, a tremendous, undeniable hunger washed over her. Eleonora swallowed hard, her eyes locked on the Parfait he had brought.

’I want to eat. Right now... I want to eat it right now... But...!’

To go and eat that meant she had to take off this armor. The armor would surely get in the way of shoving her head through the iron bars of the pen.

But to take off her armor in front of him...?

She had already lost her sword to him. To show him the sight of her removing her own armor willingly!

She would rather roll on the floor clutching her starving belly. That was something she could absolutely never accept.

But in that moment, Eleonora suddenly flinched, feeling a strange sensation all over her body.

"Kuh-ut..."

"What are you doing? Twisting your body like that all of a sudden. Are you seducing me?"

"T-that can’t be true! My body... it stings, that’s why!"

"Hmm... It stings?"

At her mention of stinging, Rafe stared at her intently. His gaze made Eleonora’s heart begin to pound.

’Again. He’s thinking about something again... He’s going to make me do something absurd again...!’

And Eleonora’s prediction was dead on.

"Pigeon-toed stance. Hands behind your head. Assume that pose you’re most confident in."

"Wh-what did you say?!"

"Can’t you hear me? Do I have to use magic to force you into that pose again..."

"Kuh-ugh...!"

Eleonora let out a groan of distress.

But soon, with the sound of clank-clank shifting metal, Eleonora felt the cold sensation of metal against the back of her head.

As soon as she assumed the posture, the door to the pen opened and Rafe walked in. Eleonora shouted in a panic.

"W-Why are you entering?!"

"You said it stung, didn’t you? I came to check if there was a problem with your clothes. A good Master never overlooks a defect in his sow’s body."

"T-That is true, but...!"

It wasn’t a lie. Her body definitely felt stinging and itchy right now.

"But surely there is no need for me to be in this pose!"

"You never know. You might still be harboring wicked thoughts of harming your Master."

"?"

"Who knows? You might be hiding a sword in your armpit, or... inside that cunt of yours, which certainly isn’t a virgin flower anymore."

’He makes it sound plausible, but it is clear he intends to humiliate me! I must stay sharp so I do not fall for his tricks again...’

However, contrary to her expectation that he would immediately put his hands on her body and forcibly strip off her armor and clothes, Rafe merely crossed his arms and stared intently at Eleonora’s body.

"W-What is it... Why are you looking at me like that..."

"It feels a bit odd to say this after making you assume the Female Submission Pose, but should I say I still can’t trust you?"

"Can’t trust me...?"

The very culprit who forced her into this obscene posture is saying with his own mouth that he can’t trust her?

Eleonora snorted as if she were dumbfounded, to which Rafe replied.

"Well... if you were naked, I could see everything clearly and think, ’Ah, she hasn’t hidden anything.’ But when you’re draped in armor and clothes like this, how am I supposed to know? That’s why I’m just watching from a little distance."

’...’

She was, of course, overjoyed that he wasn’t touching her body, but was he implying that he was scared to touch her after making her take this pose? Is this really something a man who brutally violated her in broad daylight and made her climax in such a disgraceful position should be saying?

’...’

Grind.

"Such a cowar—?!"

Along with the sound of gauntlets clenching behind her head, Eleonora, who was about to snap at him for being a coward, suddenly froze stiff in place.

"M-My body...!"

"Ugh... Did you use... magic again?!"

’...’

No answer came back. Rafe just stared at her blankly. His emotionless eyes were focused on scanning her body indifferently, as if he didn’t care about her as a person at all.

But Eleonora knew exactly what that look meant.

’It is the look of inspecting a pig...!’

It was the same look he had when he brought a scalpel to her clitoris and looked down at her writhing in pain.

She should have stopped him before he pulled another trick, but unlike before, this time, under that indifferent gaze pouring over her entire body, Eleonora trembled involuntarily.

"Haaah... Huuu..."

’He is looking at every corner of my body... Just like when he pierced my clitoris with that ring, just like when he was cutting into me...!’

But he did nothing. He really just stared at her intently. He showed no words, no actions, and no emotions.

"Haaah... Haaah..."

’Do not look at me like you are inspecting a pig... I am not your pig...!’

It felt like she was a rabbit in front of a tiger—no, a pig in front of a butcher.

She knew. The ruthless things he did to her clitoris were part of his wicked training to establish a hierarchy—that Rafe, that cruel bastard, was her Master, and she was nothing but a pig.

If she didn’t know, it might be different. If she were a naive virgin, perhaps.

But since she already knew, she should have been able to confidently declare that such training with hidden evil intentions wouldn’t work on her.