As always, the morning sun rose to illuminate the brick house. I snapped my eyes open, waking up with a start, as if I were a man who had suddenly remembered a forgotten, crucial appointment.

[Good morning! Now, let’s stiffen up that cock and go break that sow bitch!]

"...Are you watching me?"

I had felt it before, but ever since this message window first appeared ten years ago, I’ve had this subtle sensation of being watched.

Back then, I just dismissed it as a late onset of chunibyo—middle school syndrome—thinking it was just my imagination. But seeing this thing greet me the moment I opened my eyes today gave me a creepy feeling, so I just had to ask.

[Eh? N... no? I don’t know anything about that! Last night, as soon as you, Master Breeder, got off work, I went home, stretched out my legs, and went straight to sleep?! I definitely don’t know anything about you fondling your cock in the shower while muttering, ’Wow, a woman’s pussy is...’! Really!]

"..."

Let’s not even bother.

I desperately ignored the SD Character, who popped up with a stern, solemn, and serious expression while holding a sign that read ’NOT TRUE!’, trying to make excuses. I quickly scarfed down a meal and stepped out of the house.

[Where are you going?]

"Where else would a farmer go?"

[Aha... You say that, but you’re really going to take care of that rock-hard morning wood, aren’t you! I know everything! It takes me less than 43 hours to fully analyze Master Breeder’s filthy sexual desires!]

Why 43 hours? Usually, people say 24 or 48 hours for examples like that. What takes 19 hours more than a full day?

[Ahem! Normally it takes 24 houuurs...? But I have to observe, grasp, and analyze the lewd comics and videos you watched, and then jer—cough, cough! I mean, I have to compile the statistics! And is that all?! I have to eat breakfast, lunch, and dinner, have tea time in between, and also...]

"You just wasted those 19 hours playing around!"

More importantly, that statement... it sounds like she dug up everything I’ve ever seen, even the things buried in my memory or long forgotten...

[Ah! Forget that, Master Breeder! Hurry up and train her! Let’s break her! Break her!]

"...I’ll deal with you later."

Thinking about how I should punish this cheeky system later, I opened the door to the pigsty.

"..."

"Hmm, you don’t look so good, do you?"

The first thing that entered my sight was Eleonora, the platinum-blonde sow. She was radiating an aura that screamed, ’I am uncomfortable.’

Since it was morning, I had thrown the main door wide open to ventilate the pigsty and even went around opening all the windows. Yet, when I returned, Eleonora still wore an exhausted expression.

"Asking if anything happened last night seems redundant... You clearly suffered quite a bit, didn’t you?"

"..."

"Right. So, what happened during the night? Did it keep itching?"

"Do you think I would tell a bastard like you?"

Well, looking at her, aside from the prickly discomfort of the clothes, the stimulation in her crotch probably forced her into a trance of masturbation all night long.

[By the way... You’ve popped her virgin cherry and pierced her clitoris... Now, if you just pierce those nipples too, and then connect the piercings with a chain...]

That was quite a tempting suggestion, but I did my best to ignore her words. What I had to do now wasn’t about commands or coercion.

"Strip."

"..."

[Just a moment ago you said no commands or coer—what was it again?]

Eleonora looked at me with an incredulous expression at my sudden order to undress. She was already in a foul mood, and now the man she hated most in the world had crawled in and told her to take her clothes off. Her reaction was natural.

"I’m not doing this for sexual reasons. It’s strictly for medical purposes. I need to check if there’s anything wrong with your body."

"So the ’humanitarian’ bastard who mutilated my clitoris like this and took my virginity is suddenly a saint? Truly, a great and noble man has arrived."

We hadn’t been face-to-face for many days, but I could tell. Eleonora was genuinely pissed off right now. If she were just offended by my presence, she would have retorted with something like, ’Are you telling me to remove this armor, which is the same as a knight’s honor?!’

But the words coming out of Eleonora’s mouth now were closer to a sarcastic lament.

She was even deliberately thrusting her hips forward, showing off her clitoris, which was erect and throbbing against the fabric of her leggings. It was proof that she was mentally exhausted from whatever she had endured during the night.

"Aside from that, it looks like it’s gotten bigger?"

"...Silence. I don’t need your help, so disappear at once."

Look at this? She hasn’t learned her lesson yet.

Well, it is only day three. The symptoms are only going to get stronger from here on out, so what can she do?

"Then shall I change the straw bedding? Maybe there are mites or something making you itch."

"I already checked all of that!"

Oh, really?

"Strip anyway."

"...Did you not hear me!"

"I’m not saying take everything off. Just the leggings. I’m going to administer some medicine."

As soon as I finished speaking, perhaps recalling the previous suppository chaos, Eleonora blushed furiously and covered her ass with her hands.

"Medicine? Now you’re openly trying to use aphrodisiacs on me, you filthy..."

"I’m giving you a dewormer, so take off your leggings!"

[Ohhhhh?! Finally! Finally, the time has come for that item I gave you to shine!]

"Dewormer?"

Eleonora tilted her head, looking as if she were hearing the word for the first time in her life. I’m not a pharmacist, so I don’t know the history of antiparasitic drugs, but it must be an unfamiliar term in a civilization where medieval knights are active.

"Yes, a dewormer. I’m going to inject medicine to kill the parasites inside your body, so hurry up and present your ass."

"Parasites...? In my life, I have never allowed such bugs to..."

"Sure, sure. But surely you’ve felt it at least once in your life. That strange sensation when your ass-pussy itches uncontrollably..."

"Ugh?!"

Before I could even finish my sentence, panic flashed across Eleonora’s face, and she turned redder than I had ever seen her before.

"H-How did you know?! Were you... were you plotting against me even back then?!"

"...If I had, I’d be a real piece of scum, wouldn’t I?"

Of course, for us modern people, we usually pick up parasites from contact with soil and trees outdoors, or from the vegetables we eat. Humanity today has practically eradicated the parasites inside our bodies, but this woman. This woman right in front of me.

I wonder what the condition of a noble knight from the medieval era is. I doubt a Grand Master gets infected often, given their likely high resistance, but judging by that reaction, she has definitely experienced the symptoms I mentioned.

[Hmm, it’s true that Grand Masters are almost immune to diseases, but I’m not sure about parasites? But what does an itchy ass-pussy have to do with parasites...]

Generally, there are only a few reasons why your anus would itch abnormally.

You didn’t wipe properly after taking a dump.

You’re infected with parasites like roundworms or pinworms.

Or you have hemorrhoids.

"You might have lived without knowing most diseases because you’re a Grand Master, but parasites are possible. I’m just trying to prevent it."

"P-Prevent... You think I would be defeated by mere bugs...?!"

"Look at her. Even birds of prey flying in the sky, and beasts like lions and tigers, practically live as one with parasites. Even beasts that can tear those bugs apart effortlessly are teeming with them inside. Do you think you’re safe?"

Eleonora’s eyes began to waver. It was natural. Even though it was a bad memory for her, she had seen me use a medicine that instantly grew new flesh on her sliced clitoral hood.

She must be thinking that I possess legitimate pharmaceutical knowledge.

"B-But... to show my ass for mere bugs...!"

"You said you ate wild boar before coming here. That means there’s a high probability you’re infected. The intermediate host for Taenia solium, also known as the pork tapeworm, is the pig. The final host is humans. Anyway, seeing as most creatures living in the wild carry parasites, the chances of your body being parasite-free are extremely low."

Actually, if she weren’t a Grand Master, it would be a sure thing. But the existence of a Grand Master is something like a peerless warrior who can slice through dragons in novels, so would she really fall to mere parasites?

"You have to be alive to keep your knightly honor, right? What are you going to do if the parasites get you before you even escape this place?"

"I am saying such bugs are nothing to me!"

...Can’t be helped.

In times like this, the only option is to use fear of the unknown to threaten her under the guise of persuasion.

"Is that so? Then I guess it can’t be helped..."

"Hmph, indeed... Trying to harass my ass-pu... Ahem... my anus with such nonsense about bugs..." 𝗳𝗿𝐞𝕖𝘄𝗲𝕓𝗻𝚘𝚟𝕖𝐥.𝚌𝕠𝕞

"But if you don’t remove them, those parasites might start chewing through your intestines, gnawing them apart like rats."

Crash—!

At that moment, something flashed before my eyes, blinding me for a second.

"Grrrk, Kughhh..."

"Huh?"

Before I knew it, Eleonora had closed the distance and was right in front of my nose, grinding her teeth as if she were dying of frustration, glaring daggers at me.