"Exactly. Your pussy was itchy every night, wasn’t it? That’s why you were scratching at it so much that your fingers just naturally started..."

"S-Shut up!! Who said anything about shoving fingers in their pussy and cumming! More importantly, how the hell do you even know that!"

I had already asked her about it when I went to feed her earlier, but the truth was so obvious I didn’t even need to ask.

Unless she had been busy playing with herself every night, there was no way her pussy would be so well-developed that she’d peak from just a little light petting. Her pussy had been trained by her own hand, and this was the result.

For the record, I never explicitly said she was doing that, but Eleonora let out a shrill shriek with her eyes squeezed shut, clearly haunted by the memory of her nightly masturbation marathons.

Actually, about 90% of what I was saying about these "mites" was total bullshit.

But I spun the lie with practiced ease, mixing in just enough truth to make it stick to her tongue like a parasite. If you can’t tell a lie with your whole soul, you have to deceive them with plausible facts.

Normally, if Eleonora really had scabies, I—who had rubbed skin against her countless times—wouldn’t be safe either. But I relied on Eleonora’s lack of knowledge to gloss over that.

"So, because of some damn bugs, I...?"

"Of course, the itchiness in your ass could be from the parasites inside your body, but it could also be these mites. You might have caught them from being around the pigs in the farm."

"If only it wasn’t for this Mithril ring...!"

Eleonora, who had skillfully stripped herself naked before I even realized it, thrust her pussy toward the window as if to show me her grievance. She displayed her clitoris, which now stayed permanently erect, and the shimmering Mithril pierce hanging from it.

"If only I could use my mana properly, these mites would never..."

"But it might not even be the mites, you know? Anyway, since there’s a specific way to get rid of them, stop shoving your pussy at me like that."

"Eek?!"

She flushed red at my words and quickly tried to hide it, but the way she naturally bared her pussy to me without hesitation showed how much her shame as a woman had thinned.

Even without any direct foreplay, her pussy was already glistening with moisture just from my gaze alone—a clear indicator of this Knightess’s depravity.

It was a good sign.

It felt like a favorable wind was blowing for the training I had planned for later.

"But then, why were my breasts and n-nipples so itchy? If it’s like you said, those bugs live in damp places—"

"You were wearing armor."

"What does that have to do with anything? What does armor have to do with bugs? Don’t tell me... you’re using this as an excuse to keep me naked...!"

Well, I did plan on making her live naked, but I couldn’t let that slip. I looked over Eleonora’s stiff nipples and heavy breasts with a gaze of genuine pity.

"You spend every night sweating and masturbating like a beast just to soothe that soaking wet, lewd pussy of yours. Do you really think moisture wouldn’t get trapped in that armor?"

"H-H-Nngh...!"

Eleonora trembled as I exposed her shameful behavior once again with my insults.

"For the time being, I’m confiscating those clothes and the armor. Hand them over."

"What?! You’ve finally shown your true colors!!"

Eleonora scrambled to hide her clothes where I couldn’t reach, as if she wouldn’t stand for it. Her tone screamed "I knew you’d do this!", but did this Knightess even realize she was secretly getting excited?

Even now, while she was feeling pleasure from being naked in front of me, did she not realize that she was the one hiding her true inner feelings, not me?

"I said for the time being! Who’s stealing them?!"

"I-I can give up anything else, but not these! If I don’t even have these, what am I supposed to wear!"

"A sow like you doesn’t need to wear anything."

"E-Eek...!?"

Since I had told her before that I’d make her live her whole life naked, Eleonora dug her heels in, refusing to hand over her clothes.

"A reason! Give me a reason! Tell me why I have to entrust my clothes to the likes of you!"

"Because the mites could be in the clothes too. As you saw earlier, those mites are so small they’re invisible, and they could be clinging to your clothes or armor. That’s why I’m confiscating them for a while—to wash them."

"W-Wash them?"

Eleonora blinked stupidly, as if the word I just used was utterly foreign to her.

"I’m washing them because you haven’t cleaned them once since you got here. Besides, those bugs hate sunlight. If we dry them on a sunny day, we can exterminate them."

In the modern world, there are specific creams for scabies, but I decided not to mention that here.

"You mean sun-drying? Then there’s no reason to take the clothes away! Just hang them by the window!"

"I guess you’re right. What a waste. I was going to secretly burn them and say I lost them."

"Hmph!"

Eleonora snorted triumphantly, as if she had seen right through my scheme. But then, as if realizing something, her face suddenly turned beet red and she began to look at me with trembling eyes.

"Did... did you say they are weak to sunlight?"

"Yeah, why?"

"T-That means... I, I also have to... in the sun...?!"

"Yeah. It means sun-drying while naked."

"?!?!?!?"

I had heard it back in the military.

They said that if scabies ever broke out, you had to shave every single hair off your body and sun-dry yourself.

At first, I thought it was just a primitive method, but since various sources say mites are weak to sunlight and recommend sun-drying bedding and clothing, it must have some effect.

Of course, for Eleonora, who didn’t even have scabies in the first place, it would be effective in a different sense.

"W-Wait a minute... the only place in this cage where sunlight hits is this window, isn’t it...?"

"That’s right."

"Does that mean you’re telling me to stand right here in the window?!"

"Since you’ll be naked, you should sunbathe in the pose you’re most confident in."

The pose she was most confident in?