Chapter 123
Chapter 123
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 123
Chapter Title: Perspective
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“Hnnngghhh… Master’s cock! Delicious Master’s cock, no matter how many times I eat it, I can’t resist Master’s cockiiiit…!”
Amid the fierce melee between the holy knights and orcs, inside a barrier enveloped in pure white light, the platinum-haired female knight, Eleonora, was riding atop the man and dancing her hips.
Squelch! Every time her plump, moon-like ass bounced up and down, the greedy slit of her pussy spat out the dark red shaft it had been devouring,
only for her ass to swallow it whole once more, her arched back sending the rings and chains piercing her pink nipples fluttering every which way like leaves in the wind, in time with the sway of her massive tits.
“Hurry up and give me your semen, I need to receive your semen, but my pussy’s so happy, it loves gulping down Master’s delicious cock so much that it won’t let go…♥”
Ignoring everyone’s stares, she offered her pussy to her master, gladly shaking her hips atop the man who had trained her into this state, devoting everything she had to him.
“To think I can shake my hips like this atop Master, who corrupted me into this slutty mess while everyone watches… What depraved thrill is this…!”
“You love it.”
“Kyiiiit…♥”
For the man leisurely enjoying her service, solely for him, the one and only master who had turned her into this lewd creature,
Eleonora happily shook her hips, again and again.
“Is my pussy getting even tastier…?”
“It’s always the best, no need to ask.”
“Heehee, it makes me so happy every time, so I have to ask again and again…♥”
“Such a temptress!”
To let her master climax in satisfaction, prioritizing his pleasure—Sin Seon-dong’s pleasure—over her own, she even squeezed and pinched her bursting tits to delight his eyes.
At a glance, she was a vulgar whore; at another, a female knight who had devoted everything to her god. These two contradictory beings coexisted in the body of Eleonora the sow.
-Guh, ugh…
‘Lady Eleonora…’
And in that moment, inside the barrier of light that no one could interfere with, the holy knight who had briefly lost consciousness from Eleonora’s ferocious strike opened his eyes.
“Heeeuk, if you just keep enjoying yourself like this, I can’t go fight…!”
“Then make me cum quick.”
“This cock is so delicious, I’ve overeaten and my stomach hurts so baaad…”
Barely opening his eyes, he saw a naked Eleonora shamelessly taking the man’s cock into her pussy, twirling her hips round and round.
Of all people, that Eleonora—the paragon of knights, the pinnacle of swordsmanship admired by all warriors—was shaking her ass desperately in front of them, lewdly crying out as she received the man’s favor without a hint of shame.
Was he seeing an illusion right now?
Or perhaps trapped in a vile nightmare?
“What’s a holy knight good for if she can’t even control her own condition?”
“I’m trying my beeeest… Master’s cock is too tasty… I’m gonna overeat…♥”
Was that platinum-haired woman lost in ecstasy, tongue lolling out, perhaps just someone who looked eerily like Eleonora? He even thought that for a moment,
but how could he explain those tits ready to burst?
Not just among women in the military like Eleonora, but across the entire continent, where could he find another woman with such an identical face and those massive tits to boot?
Of course, he’d known it was her from the start, the moment she first appeared here swinging his greatsword—one hand, casually, though stained here and there—with the royal crest engraved on it.
It wasn’t just her face or chest; the way she handled that ridiculously huge greatsword like an extension of her body revealed her identity. There was no mistaking that the shameless, naked whore was the Eleonora they knew.
But this young holy knight, of all things, couldn’t forget her—someone who had saved his life on the same battlefield. Desperately, he began to rise.
Years ago, this young holy knight and the Goddess’s swords had launched a massive operation dubbed the Great Purge to protect the continent from savage hordes rampaging across it, in service to the Goddess’s will.
Countless battles ensued, but one day, he and about a dozen crusaders found themselves surrounded by hordes of monsters dozens of times their number.
He could never forget that day.
Five brothers had gone to the Goddess’s side that single day.
For the Goddess’s crusaders, famed as one-man armies, to lose five in one operation meant the monster horde was beyond imagination.
They fought and fought, but with no end in sight, he thought he and his remaining brothers would soon join the Goddess too—
when suddenly the monsters scattered like leaves swept by a broom, and the platinum-haired female knight before him now, shaking her hips—Eleonora—appeared.
Without a word, with just a glance urging them to follow, she led the charge, annihilating the enemy. That day, she was—blasphemous as it was for a holy knight of the Goddess—a goddess of the battlefield herself, overwhelming the foes with her prowess.
Just one person, Eleonora, turned the tide instantly. They not only survived by a miracle but claimed victory.
He kept the thought that she was a battlefield goddess buried in his heart, but from then on, as a warrior, a knight, and a man, this young holy knight came to admire Eleonora.
How could he not?
Unlike him, she wasn’t from nobility; an orphan from the streets, unknown origins, enduring discrimination and hardship, yet she trusted only her sword to claim the throne of strongest in the kingdom, the continent.
A heroine among heroines.
How could he not respect her?
Unlike Eleonora, he was barely scraping into Master realm, far from Grand Master, so catching up to her seemed impossible. Still, rain or snow, he trained relentlessly, dreaming of becoming like her one day…
But what of her now?
“Someone’s watching from behind.”
“Whether they watch or not, hnguuut! I don’t care! No, I’m doing this to show them! They need to know this Eleonora belongs to Master…♥”
She wanted to show them?
Her naked body? Her pussy?
That noble knight, proud servant of the kingdom despite different allegiances, was completely nude, adorned with vulgar trinkets to stoke male lust, her cherished sword tossed carelessly on the ground.
All to receive that man’s semen!
The once-noble knight had fallen completely, calling herself a sow, reveling in the stares as she exposed herself in heat,
joyfully crushing former comrades without hesitation for that man’s favor. With such irrefutable proof before his eyes, he had no choice but to admit it.
Eleonora had fallen.
Not to greed for wealth or status, but to lust.
The continent’s strongest sword, once fighting for humanity, now fawned over a man, spreading her legs eagerly for his cock regardless of onlookers—a vulgar slut corrupted by desire.
His brother, trapped here with him, had vanished moments ago under Eleonora’s strike, leaving nothing behind. He suddenly realized he too had died by her hand just now.
The young holy knight wondered.
Why had he survived? He’d tried to block her strike for his brother but couldn’t withstand her corrupted power.
So why was he still alive?
Eleonora could have crushed him with that absurd blow. Why hadn’t she followed up?
-Cough!
The young holy knight finally noticed his churning guts, blood surging up his throat, and his two broken arms.
He hadn’t survived. She just didn’t need to kill him outright.
He was as good as dead already.
His arms were numb despite the breaks; trying to stand, his body wobbled—his organs must have been pulverized by the shockwave.
“Ahh! Master, are you about to cum now?! Finally filling this Eleonora sow’s lowly pussy with your semen?!”
“You’ve been so horny I’ve been holding back, but now I can’t anymore.”
“Aaaah… So many overflowing praises today alone… Are you trying to make me die of joy…♥”
Eleonora, still riding him, buried her face in the man’s chest, hugging him tight.
I can’t die like this.
At least do something!
The young holy knight writhed on the ground, then bit down hard on his bisected sword, its silver blade losing its gleam, mouth gaping.
Blood trickled from his lips where the double-edged blade bit, but staggering to his feet, he took step after shaky step
toward Eleonora.
‘Though I dedicated this sword and my life to the Goddess, I must repay the grace she showed saving me and my brothers that day…’
Not much farther. Kill that man, the root of her corruption, and even if he died, the continent’s peace would be secured.
But why?
His eyes drifted against his will toward Eleonora’s pussy, still savoring the cock so deliciously. His body turned that way on its own.
‘I must… stay focused… This is my last…’
Chance in life.
To die so futilely with this opportunity to save Eleonora would shame him before his departed brothers.
Bloody and staggering, he pressed toward Eleonora. 10m, 7m, finally 5m—just a bit more—
when he noticed something lodged in the hole above her pussy, her asshole for excretion: a familiar silver gleam embedded in her shithole.
Vrrroooom—!
A boiling roar, and a silver crescent flash streaked past him—
“Don’t interfere. Master’s about to creampie this lowly Eleonora pussy nice and good, and you ruined it!”
He’d only glimpsed something whoosh by, and suddenly he was on the ground.
And what thudded down…
His own body?
“No need to get so mad.”
“Of course I am! That trash human stole my life’s joy!”
“Life’s joy?”
“Happily receiving Master’s creampie in my pussy and savoring it—what else?!”
The young holy knight gazed at his light-wrapped form and headless body, then at the kissing couple.
“More importantly, how’d you do that just now? Just a flick of your hips…!”
“Heehee, this is Eleonora-style Sow Swordsmanship, created and mastered by this Eleonora for Master! That guy whose head flew from my slash just now fought alongside me in the Great War…”
Ah.
You remembered.
The young holy knight vanished, wrapped in light.
