Chapter 10
Chapter 10
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 10
Chapter Title: The Otherworldly Sweet Guy Who Insists on Probing Deeply
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“Hahahahaha! You really did it, you really did it?! You actually did it! I told you to do exactly as I said, and you really went and did it?!”
“Ku, kugh... Kill... kill me...!!”
The man before her eyes, Sin Seon-dong, burst into roaring laughter, and Eleonora, her face flushed beet red, turned her head away from him as if she wanted to hide it, squeezing her eyes shut tight.
‘Hu, humiliation...! I was prepared for this, but it's far more humiliating and shameful than I ever imagined...!’
In her twenty-eight years of life—short if short, long if long—she had always been revered and respected by everyone, yet here she was, forced into this indecent pose, spewing vulgar words from the mouth of some wicked scum who had crawled out from who-knows-where.
“So, how does it feel to bare your tits and pussy wide open to a total stranger?”
“It doesn't bother me... Tits and a pussy like these... Showing them to you... It's not shame I feel—it's just pathetic that I have no choice but to obey a vile creep like you...!”
“Is that so~?”
She tried to steel herself, telling herself it was all to protect her sword, that this was unavoidable coercion from his threats, that she wouldn't lose in a battle of wills. She even called her own privates by crude names to prove it.
But the man before her, Sin Seon-dong, saw right through Eleonora's resolve and pressed her.
“But the most lewd pose you could think of... is that one?”
What was he about to say next?
Was he going to complain it wasn't to his liking and change his mind? Eleonora unwittingly swallowed hard, but all that came back was Sin Seon-dong's explosive laughter.
“Ahahat! You sow! I thought you were some uptight bitch clueless about this stuff from the outside, but spreading it open like this? What a sight! To think you'd expose your privates so blatantly just because I told you to strike a pose! And you don't even feel ashamed about it?”
“Wh-what?! Th-that's not true! This is, this is... uh...”
She had to refute him.
She had to clap back at that wicked mouth of his.
But no words came out.
Truth be told, even Eleonora herself didn't know why she'd instinctively assumed this filthy pose—tits and pussy on full display—just because he mentioned “the lewdest pose you can think of.”
‘Why, why did I take a pose like this...?!’
It was all because of his absurd threats, something she had no choice but to go along with. She could've just yelled that she had no idea and mimicked whatever half-assed pose he demanded.
But before she knew it, she was already splaying her thighs wide in this sleazy stance, exposing her armpits.
A pose taken in the blink of an eye, before she could even say “hey.”
“You must do this kind of thing all the time, huh? Makes sense—with a slutty body like that, how could it survive without a cock around?”
“You dare insult me like that?! As if I'd have any experience with men! I'm a knight! How dare you treat a knight like some cheap brothel whore!”
Sexual experience? She'd lived her whole life devoted only to the royal family and her sword, viewing most men as either suitable partners or rivals—naturally, she'd had no heterosexual encounters.
And now this guy was treating her like some loose-legged slut from a whorehouse?
“Take it back! Retract that insulting remark!”
“Then tell me why you struck that pose.”
“Kugh...!”
Why? Even she couldn't fathom why she'd unconsciously assumed such a pose. Clearly, the villain before her had given her a choice.
Moreover, she'd read the lust in his eyes as he ogled her tits and ass, so no matter what pose she took, he would've called it lewd, satisfying.
Seizing the moment of her confusion, Sin Seon-dong slipped back into the pen and began circling Eleonora, who was still holding the pose.
“Hmm... How should I know? Whether a cock's been shoved in that dripping pussy of yours or not—that's not something I could tell. Unless... you didn't strike that pose because you're not a slut.”
“From an outsider's perspective, it's only natural to assume you've had experience with men, or at least something similar somewhere along the way, right?”
“If that's the case, then tell me. I'll take back what I said—but not to you as a sow, to you as Knight Eleonora. Go on, speak.”
“Ugh...”
Indeed, as he said, she had similar experience. Before ascending to her current pinnacle of power, back when her blood still ran hot—though it might sound odd coming from someone not yet thirty—it was from her even more vigorous youth.
But speaking of it meant dredging up the memory she most wanted to erase from her past: the shame, humiliation, and disgrace she'd endured.
She knew spilling it would plunge her into massive shame and humiliation again. But it was to protect her honor.
Being called a sow by this villain was infuriating enough—how dare he liken her to some loose whore peddling her body in a brothel?
But heedless of her inner turmoil, Sin Seon-dong brazenly reached out toward her body as if there were no issue.
“Don't touch me...! Don't lay a hand on my body...!”
“Then speak. If you don't, I'll forever misunderstand you—like, ‘Look at her trembling under my hand; she's in heat, just as I thought, a slutty bitch after all.’”
“D-don't get cocky; as if that would make me...!”
‘This bastard...! He's deliberately stroking the scars on my body...!’
Scars that were the marks of her knighthood, and even as he traced them with his fingers, he slandered her as a loose woman.
It was a trap.
This was another trap.
Meant to shake her, to trick her into something.
Not content with forcing this pose on her, now he was digging into her most shameful memory.
“So come on, spill it. I need to know the details to clear up the misunderstanding, and you need to tell me so I can decide whether to retract it or not. I'm a good master, right? See, I even kept your sword safe and sound.”
Not just her honor as a knight, but insulting her chastity too? She wanted to break this pose—instantly rage-inducing—and snap the hand stroking her belly.
But for some reason, Eleonora's hands felt frozen solid; no matter how hard she tried, they wouldn't budge.
‘That bizarre power of his again...!’
Filthy scum! Sleazy bastard! Holding a Grand Master knight utterly immobile with such immense power, and for what? Toying with her like this!
And somehow, unbeknownst to her, her legs were trembling too.
Just like her, on that day back then, when she hesitated to speak.
‘B-but I have to say it... This is to protect my honor... As if I'd feel hu-humiliation over some old story...! It's just a momentary shame for ultimate victory later. So...’
Eleonora bit her lip again—a trickle of blood flowing—and, ignoring the evil serpent of a hand on her belly, squeezed her eyes shut and spoke.
“I, I...”
“Can't hear you... And speak clearly, no stuttering.”
“...When I was still an apprentice knight! The knight order I belonged to was tasked with exterminating a band of thieves entrenched in the kingdom. They raided villages, toying with women and children like you do now and selling them into slavery—utter scum, a cancer on the kingdom, deserving of death.”
‘Th-that guy's hand...!’
The hand that had been toying with her trained abs like a kid on a jungle gym began sliding lower.
“And? You went to wipe them out—what happened? Sounds thrilling; keep going, quick.”
Before long, it reached her lower belly, fondling her thick platinum pubic hair. Eleonora, lips trembling but powerless otherwise, cracked her eyes open and glared at the bastard stroking her pussy hair like he was petting livestock fur.
“Her Majesty the Queen—and our captain at the time—said the bandits' mountain stronghold was larger than expected, so we needed more intel and should proceed cautiously... But I, brimming with youthful vigor, and the princess, who had just become a knight like me, were dissatisfied. That night, just the two of us sneaked into their lair alone, and...”
“You got caught?”
“...Yes.”
Disobeying orders and acting on her own—that alone was a memory she'd rather forget. But the bandits at the time must have wanted to make an example of her, desperately protecting the princess.
“That's when they said this: ‘You might have hidden weapons on you, so strip everything off—right in front of us, with your own hands, armor, clothes, everything that covers you.’”
“Hmm...”
The tale of a young (by her current standards) knight burning with justice, trying to realize it alongside her comrade, only to be captured by the enemy. As Eleonora, now a sow, recounted the shameful memory with detached calm, Sin Seon-dong reached toward her pussy as if handling a curious animal.
“Hngh?! What do you think you're doing?! Why are you touching my privates—?!”
“Touching your pussy. What does it look like? Keep going; don't mind me.”
“Y-you bastard...!”
For the first hand to touch her untouched pussy to belong to this shameless villain!
But separate from her scowl, Eleonora pressed on with the story.