After that, ignoring the dizzying array of message windows going ding-dong, ding-dong—claiming they were worshipping me, praying to me, or that the number of believers had increased—I focused back on the task of wiping Eleonora’s armor.

[The newly migrated neighbors, declaring that a God has descended upon this land of miracles, have rushed out to worship the Master Breeder and gather their brethren!]

Just looking at that message, I could easily guess what was happening over there.

If I sent a message telling them to chill out, it was obvious they would just scream, ’The God has answered us!’ and pray to me even harder. I could practically see it happening.

’But even if it’s forced, since it’s a quest, isn’t there a reward?’

[Ughhhhh!! Please stop talking to me!! If you do this, it stops being neglect play!! And regarding the reward, you received plenty of financial compensation... D-Don’t tell me you want me?!]

Oh, look at this.

[That can’t be true... Just watching everyday, spending lonely nights in agony... The Master Breeder has forgotten someone like me and only plays with the sows...]

Just a moment ago she was whining about her legs hurting, but now she seemed to have decided to brazen it out. She remained prostrate on the spot, shooting back cheeky answers.

I’ve felt this before, but she really is a creature that makes one’s hand itch to flick her forehead. 𝘧𝓇ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝘣𝓃ℴ𝓋𝑒𝑙.𝑐𝘰𝑚

Since it came to this, I decided to see just how long she could last like that. I continued wiping the armor until the washing machine, which had been enthusiastically tumbling Eleonora’s clothes, began to ding-dong-ding-dong like it was singing a song to praise its own hard work.

’Timing is perfect.’

Walking over to the washing machine, which had started alarming exactly as lunchtime arrived, I took out Eleonora’s clothes.

I placed them one by one onto the handcart along with a laundry rack I found nearby, just like before.

Then, pushing the handcart, I began to move toward Eleonora’s pigsty. As I approached, the pigsty was getting noisy, likely because feed distribution had just started.

"Hnnnggg-giiiiihkk...!"

Hearing the cry of a specific sow cutting through the clamor of the regular pigs, I felt the anxiety I had been harboring wash away completely. With lighter steps, I headed toward the pen.

Soon, I was able to see the sow, climaxing as the anal beads slid in and out of her ass pussy.

"Hmm, good! Just as I expected, you look much better after some sun-disinfection."

The man, who hadn’t shown his face all morning, suddenly appeared before her eyes. Eleonora, her face flushing red, spoke with a voice thick with heat.

"W-what do you mean ’good’... ? To leave me neglected all morning in this shameful pose...! W-what if someone had come by...!"

"Isn’t that exactly why your cunt was twitching and gaping so eagerly?"

"Nnngh... ?!"

Unlike her upper mouth, which was grinding its teeth in frustration, her lower mouth—her lewd cunt—was trembling uncontrollably at this pseudo-public exposure.

She had definitely sensed his presence just a moment ago, but the thought that it might be an outsider... the thrilling immorality of the fear that the world would finally discover her engaging in such shameful acts, her asshole twitching in full view, must have made her climax.

Rafe smiled nonchalantly, grinning as if he knew exactly what had happened without even needing to look, despite Eleonora glaring at him viciously.

"Who are you calling a perverted slut who goes into heat showing her naked body to others?!"

"I didn’t go quite that far, but it seems you have some self-awareness, huh?"

"Eeeek?!"

Watching Rafe begin to unfold a strange object (a laundry rack) as if nothing had happened—completely ignoring the turmoil she had endured all morning—Eleonora glared at him as if she could die of resentment.

However.

’Why is my cunt getting hot again...?!’

Hadn’t she just come?

Even now, the anal beads were sliding up and down inside her anus, but just moments ago—though she hated to admit it—she had climaxed from the tension that his presence might have been someone else discovering her.

Was it because she was chewing on those beads with her greedy asshole? That could be seen as part of the cause, but accurately speaking, it was his presence. The momentary tension that someone other than Rafe was coming here had made her cum.

She questioned whether ’tension’ was the right word for it, but Eleonora firmly dismissed it as nothing more than tension.

’To think I came from the immorality of it... that’s absurd...!’

Not just anyone, but her. Eleonora Croft. The one praised as the strongest on the continent. To suggest she was a pervert who climaxed from the immorality of showing her naked body to others?

She would rather believe the rumor that the Princess was a nympho who engaged in outdoor exposure every night!

’Kuh-hum...’

"?"

"N-No, it’s nothing! More importantly, what are you doing now...!"

Feeling like she had made a rather blasphemous comparison, a guilty Eleonora decided to pick a fight with Rafe, who was setting up the laundry rack with a silent, beaming smile, as if he had caught her red-handed.

"You! Aren’t you tired of doing these suspicious things yet...!"

"This is a laundry ra... No, I suppose ’clothesline’ is a concept easier for you to understand?"

"Clothesline...?"

That shiny lump of metal?

To Rafe, this laundry rack—or drying rack—made of stainless steel was a household item so familiar he couldn’t live without it.

But to Eleonora’s eyes, a laundry rack was an incredibly novel object.

’Is it a Mithril alloy...? Otherwise, how could a hunk of metal be so light...!’

She wasn’t too surprised. Being trapped in this pigsty, seeing the clock on the wall, the automatic feeder currently dispensing feed on a timer, and those pipes... it wouldn’t be strange if anything appeared here.

Rafe found Eleonora’s fascination with a mere laundry rack amusing, but he opened his mouth, still smiling broadly.

"Originally, I was going to burn them in secret and lie that I lost them, but I thought that wasn’t right. So, look, I washed them clean for you."

"When I get out of here later, I’ll have to burn them myself. Since your filthy hands have touched them...!"

"When you get out of here, huh..."

"Ugh..."

Did he catch something in her words again?