Chapter 12
Chapter 12
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 12
Chapter Title: Preparing in Advance
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"I'm not entirely sure, but that female knight... maybe she's got some real potential?"
⚙ SYSTEM NOTIFICATION ⚙ Hehehe! Before you say 'as expected of the sow I chose,' mind if I ask why? As I muttered to myself while inspecting the massive feed trough supplying the pigsty, a message window popped up, curiously asking me—just like the SD Character was peering in with interest.
"You saw it earlier, right? That sow was taking the exact pose that the guy she was obsessed with—damn it, get outta here, you rat!"
I swatted at the rat like it was a fly, but the message window ignored me completely. It shoved an image right in my face: the SD Character, beet-red and holding a speech bubble that said "No naughty stuff!". Below it, a new message appeared.
⚙ SYSTEM NOTIFICATION ⚙ Oh, that Female Submission Pose user? "Some call it(?) the sow position depending on the source, but anyway—it's the pose she took when those bandits or thieves captured her."
No way I wouldn't recognize it. Even when I reached for her tits and pussy, this SD Character was spamming nosebleed memes all over my vision until I told it to knock it off.
⚙ SYSTEM NOTIFICATION ⚙ Hehe, the way Breeder Master instantly sealed that naughty sow's movements with lightning-quick wit the moment she struck that pose... "I didn't do anything."
⚙ SYSTEM NOTIFICATION ⚙ Pardon? "I didn't do a damn thing. That female knight just froze up on her own and started babbling about me casting spells or whatever. All I wrote in our rules was 'don't kill yourself'—nothing else."
⚙ SYSTEM NOTIFICATION ⚙ Whaaat? No way... Then maybe that sow was trying to attack you, Breeder Master? And like when she swung her sword earlier, her body just wouldn't move? "Could be. I still don't fully get the mechanics behind it, so I can't rule that out. Gotta test it more later. But that female knight... she subtly surrendered her body to me, you know? Like a bitch in heat coyly flirting with a stud. It was kinda weird."
Eleonora's body had started trembling the moment I stroked her belly. To an outsider, it might've looked like rage, but I'd touched her myself—I felt that shiver, and my cock swelled even harder right then.
Like a female emitting pheromones with seductive wriggles to lure a male.
'Maybe she's just one of those bitches born with super potent pheromones.'
That earlier story too.
No matter what, a knight storms into their lord's bedroom, and the guards just ditch their posts because Eleonora stripped naked? Got all excited and came running?
Sure, guys have brains in their heads and their dicks, but both getting so pussy-whipped that they lose it completely? Doesn't add up.
⚙ SYSTEM NOTIFICATION ⚙ Who knows. Maybe she lied to warn them, like 'Beware this scary bitch'? "Where in that story of stripping naked and getting rescued by her comrades do you sense 'scary bitch'? Unless it's 'Beware this man-eater so you don't fall for her'—maybe."
Plus, when I suggested she recount it based on the hunch she'd taken that pose enough times for it to be muscle memory, she shuddered again.
For a split second, I wondered if she was pissed—my hand in her crotch was soaked with sweat.
And even though I told her to do it, that Female Submission Pose just slipped out unconsciously.
The first thought that hit me? 'Is the status window lying to me?'
"One more time: the status window doesn't lie, right?"
⚙ SYSTEM NOTIFICATION ⚙ Of course not! It's a comprehensive scan of that sow's entire life and actions—zero chance of lies! I'd been content thinking she'd just softened her pride for some lewd play with the right pose. But peeling back the layers? She blew past my wildest imagination.
Status window clearly states Eleonora's a pure virgin—no men in her life.
Yet unconsciously, her body and instincts dragged her into that pose without her knowing. What an impact. Maybe a revelation of something she never knew about herself.
I wondered if she was trying to lower my guard, so I checked her face. But even she didn't know why she'd done it. And all those other things I never ordered? She did them without realizing...
"Could be she's a natural-born sow after all, like you said. Nice eye, huh?"
⚙ SYSTEM NOTIFICATION ⚙ Eh? Y-Yes! Ahem, of course! Who do you think I am? But... when did you gather all those? The "things" the message window asked about were the mithril chains Eleonora had shattered earlier. Now, just pathetic remnants floated in the bucket in my hand.
"Can you reforge half of these chains into different tools? Save the other half—I might need it."
⚙ SYSTEM NOTIFICATION ⚙ Different tools? Sure, but... they're already broken, so remelting makes sense... Wh-what? Why the welding gear...? The message window tilted its head via the SD Character as I suddenly pulled out welding tools, steel plates, and the busted mithril chains from the shed.
"The wrench earlier, and everything on this farm's changed. This welding torch must've too."
A simple pig-tooth cutter wrench turned into something that could slice a female knight's sword just by holding it. No way the torch stayed ordinary.
Just to check, I pulled up its status window. Sure enough:
⚔ STATUS ⚔ [Flame of the Farm]
I had no clue about effects or whatever, but the name alone screamed power.
Forget fantasy dwarf forges—this everyday-looking torch welding turquoise ore from novels? Who knows if it could.
I slowly donned the face shield and aimed the torch at the steel plate.
"This'll prep us for tomorrow."
⚙ SYSTEM NOTIFICATION ⚙ Tomorrow? Afternoon? You're just gonna leave it like that? As if.
Of course I tweaked our rules a little before leaving.
◇◇◇◆◇◇◇ Even after Sin Seon-dong left the pigsty, Eleonora remained stark naked.
She'd managed to snatch up her scattered clothes from among the pigs the second he was gone. But just as she reached to put them on, her arms grew heavy again. She couldn't lift them overhead like before.
"Nngh... C-Can't even pick up my clothes...!"
It was like her hands weren't hers anymore.
No matter how hard she tried, her fingers wouldn't unclench.
"Some trick of that bastard's...!"
When crawling on all fours, hands and arms moved somewhat freely. So it wasn't total control loss. Then what?
-Oink?
-Grunt grunt?
-Oink oink?
"G-Get away! Shoo, I said!"
Already a wreck, and now the bloated, stuffed pigs gathered curiously around the new sow intruder, Eleonora.
She'd yelled at them earlier, but now they felt oddly familiar—like long-lost family. Or kin disguised as human. Whatever she was, this mystery sow made her an instant pigsty celebrity.
And this pen? Castrated boars only.
They might not get hard(?), but pigs denied pussy forever—how could they resist?
Especially one wafting that subtle female scent.
Ball-less or not, their noses worked just fine.
"I said shoo—hngh! Why're you sniffing there? Get away, I told you!"
Eleonora freaked as pigs shoved their flat snouts near her ass. She shook her hips, even spat killing intent like before.
But these were pigs she'd just met today(?)—though they'd shared space a while, and bellies full from feast...
With minds at ease, the boars saw her killing aura as nothing but a bratty sow's flirtatious tantrum.
"Y-You bastards?! Insulting me like this? Back off! Get off me!"
-Oink!
-Grunt grunt grunt!
Chasing them only drew more with her plump, jiggling ass and pussy scent shaking in their faces.
Eleonora, the pigsty's main attraction.
"Just you wait... I won't forgive this. Never!"
In the end, all she could do was climb atop her clothes, hunker down turtle-like, and fend off the pigs.