Chapter 112
Chapter 112
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 112
Chapter Title: Eleonora's Day (7)
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Juuurk—
"Hm? Why is it... from my pussy...?"
While she was completely absorbed in perfecting her swordsmanship, Eleonora suddenly paused her bee-like hip-thrusting at the sensation of her love juices trickling down her thighs, tilting her head in confusion.
"Of course, to become a pussy that's always wet and jiggling just as Master desires, I've been constantly arousing myself without stopping my lewd thoughts..."
But it shouldn't have been flowing this much?
This pussy juice is love nectar trickling down due to another factor.
If someone heard, they might think she was just being a pervert like always, leaking fluids from there out in the open, but Eleonora was strangely certain.
'Is someone watching me?'
Eleonora discerning the reason for her extreme wetness simply from the amount of fluids secreted from her own pussy.
If it had been Sin Seon-dong watching her, she would have reeked of sow musk right there and flooded from her pussy like a deluge, but this subtly chilling sensation felt similar to when she had exposed her naked body to the holy knights not long ago.
The only difference was that no gaze was felt.
Saying someone was watching her but no gaze was felt was contradictory, but Eleonora decided to trust her sticky sow instincts flowing down her thighs now more than her senses as a Grand Master.
"Hehe..."
She didn't know who or where they were, but she was being watched?
Peeking at the naked body of Master's lewdest sow, Eleonora! Right now, at herself with a sword shoved in her asshole without a shred of shame!
"I can't stand for this. Hm, no wonder I'm getting aroused."
Juruk—♥
Her face seemed to melt into a puddle in an instant, then flushed red as she flashed a lewd smile. Eleonora planted both hands on the ground right there, got on all fours, and thrust her hips high into the air.
"Sow Swordsmanship, its first stance and basic form...!"
Anyone watching might nitpick that she was just mimicking an animal crawling on all fours with its ass up, but this was a pose inspired by beasts baring their bellies to signal submission.
Of course, the all-fours position and the submissive belly-baring pose appeared utterly unrelated on the surface, but Eleonora, who had just devised the basic stance of her swordsmanship, thought like this:
'If beasts bare their bellies to show their weakest spot and submit, then this pose lets the sow show Master her weakest parts—her pussy and asshole—declaring absolute submission. It will be the foundation of a sow knight's basics.'
And another meaning of this pose was to signal that she was always ready to be mounted by Master's cock, like a bitch in heat.
"It emphasizes that she's ready to be fucked anytime while vowing to smash any foe for Master and his cock...!"
It was the perfect pose for a knight embodying absolute loyalty and submission to her lord, and at the same time, for Sin Seon-dong's lewd sow, it shamelessly displayed her aroused state to him without filter—a true sow knight's stance.
Yet Eleonora felt proud, snorting in satisfaction at having devised the most basic stance of Sow Swordsmanship and the fact that her depravity was being witnessed.
"Hm... Of course, this pose has the drawback of lowering visibility since you're bent forward... but eh, it's not much different from fighting enemies ambushing from high ground, as always."
She knew full well this stance was disadvantageous in terms of reach or field of view, but Eleonora didn't seem too bothered.
Even if it was from her past as a lowly human, she had once been called the continent's strongest—no one could beat her swinging a sword in this ridiculous form.
For Eleonora, who knew her own skill level intimately, it was a certainty, not overconfidence, that she could win against most knights even wielding a wooden chopstick.
'After all, any sow knight of Master would at least be Master-class, if not on my level as Knight Captain.'
Besides, would Master, with his eye for sows like her, pick just any pretty woman to be a sow?
Thus, Eleonora didn't bother refining the flaws in this pose riddled with openings. Anyone could handle this much.
"Like this! Shaking my ass to serve Master...!"
Each jiggle of her plump ass sliced the air with a signature sharp whoosh echoing across the courtyard, and Eleonora rose with a satisfied smile, releasing her hands.
'This could even lure enemies into dropping their guard. Not to brag, but I'm beautiful, and with these vulgar, jiggly tits and ass, don't they stir up filthy lust in other males like obscene bait?'
Of course, that was because she was naked!
Realizing that what she thought was full of flaws actually had more advantages than expected, Eleonora decided to seriously research this depraved swordsmanship—and suddenly flashed a lewd grin as she shouted.
"But more than honing my swordsmanship, I've clearly realized what's most lacking in me right now!"
◇◇◇◆◇◇◇ —...I've clearly realized it!
"W-What... what have you... realized...?!"
A platinum blonde woman whose face was blurred out but still radiated beauty just from her silhouette—Violet, the Saintess peeking at Eleonora through the sword right under her crotch, trembled uncontrollably as she muttered.
"In the world... how could she... No wonder Christia and the church, even the scriptures, call lust a sin—there's good reason for it!"
Last time she had witnessed Sin Seon-dong and Eleonora's intercourse, lustful and depraved emotions had flooded her mind before she could react, nearly overwhelming her.
She wasn't completely ignorant of sex (though it was as good as nothing), but she never imagined the first man-woman coupling she'd see would be so obscene, vulgar, and base.
Before she knew it, sticky emotions had seeped into her head, fully immersed in their rutting.
Why had she suddenly named those emotions and urges—the sin of lust she'd only known by name?
Had the Goddess instilled this knowledge as a direct warning?
Or had that immense depravity beckoned her, revealing these things?
She couldn't pinpoint the reason. It had just poured into her head the moment she saw their coupling. She simply realized it then.
That the emotions and sensations she felt were born from lust.
'Afterward, Christia's evasions and vagueness when I asked confirmed it.'
That it was lust. And that she had to confront it.
'I could feel just how terrifying a sin lust is for a woman, so I know I should guard against it...'
But she was certain. The source of the aura that corrupted that woman so utterly was a destined nemesis she, as Saintess, would inevitably face.
Of course, she couldn't identify the brilliant light glimpsed within that aura any more than the man's or woman's face, but precisely because of that, she couldn't avoid it if she wanted to know the truth.
As the saying goes, know your enemy and know yourself for certain victory. So the Saintess stared intently at Eleonora—whose face remained blurred—ignoring her burning body to glean any information.
And then,
"If I could at least see the face clearly since the name isn't audible, that'd be—huh?"
In the blink of an eye, Eleonora had pulled the sword from her ass and somehow procured two wooden chairs.
'She's about to do something again...!'
Violet watched anxiously as Eleonora slowly positioned the chairs on either side of the ground-stuck sword,
then slammed a massive hammer down on the sword's hilt to firmly embed it in the ground.
No, more precisely, she was entranced by Eleonora's smile.
"What is that smile...? Sweating buckets like that, yet grinning like a mischievous kid having the time of her life, licking her lips so stickily...?!"
Thump thump!
It felt like something she absolutely shouldn't watch, something sinful that piled up guilt no matter how many times she told herself to look away—but she couldn't tear her eyes off it.
Beyond personal curiosity, that familiar woman's seductive smile and the eroticism oozing from her every gesture held her gaze captive.
"Hehehe... Yes, what I've truly been lacking is the grip of this asshole. If it's too weak, I can't control the sword as I want, can I?" "G-Grip?!"
Violet shook her head in horror at Eleonora climbing onto the chair, spreading her legs wide in an M-pose, and slowly lowering her ass toward the sword hilt.
"How can a self-proclaimed sow knight wield a sword with such a weak asshole grip? How can she satisfy Master? This is training for him...♥" "Sh-She's really putting it in! In, in that hole with a sword...?!"
"Hnnnggg...!" "Eek?!"
Violet shrieked at the sight of the sword hilt slowly vanishing into Eleonora's asshole.