Chapter 16
Chapter 16
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 16
Chapter Title: Let's Go Feed the Sow! ④
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Gulp! The moment she thought something had slid down her own throat, Eleonora, who had been staring blankly beyond the bars, hurriedly raised her hand to wipe the drool trickling from the corner of her mouth.
"This is... weird!"
'This is clearly abnormal! Me, swallowing my saliva? Me, of all people, drooling? Why?! What the hell?!'
It had only been a few minutes ago. Just moments earlier, she had been basking in the pride of having protected everything as a knight—her honor and her human rights intact—glimpsing hope amid this desperate future!
But she, of all people! After all the grueling training to reach this level, enduring countless trials, facing endless temptations that tested her like trials from the gods themselves—never once uttering a cry of pain, disgust, or tears.
She, who during that brutal training had filled her belly with nothing but dew, pushing herself relentlessly without exaggeration, finally ascending to the realm where she could control her body's desires through sheer willpower alone.
And yet, she was drooling over some unidentified mush made from food scraps?!
This bizarre phenomenon was known only to Eleonora herself. But after experiencing Sin Seon-dong's eerie and wicked magic(?) firsthand throughout the day, Eleonora suddenly recalled what he had said to her.
-Alright, it's a deal. If you eat this, I won't touch your clothes or armor. Hell, I might even lift the restrictions on your hands. But in exchange, you have to eat every single meal I bring you from now on.
The words he had spat out when offering that sham of a deal.
-You have to eat every single meal I bring you from now on.
As those words flashed through her mind, along with the devilishly wicked smile he had worn, Eleonora quickly lowered her head to stare at her hands.
"No way, no way...!"
From thumb to pinky, all ten fingers on both hands were intact, with no restrictions on movement. Flexing them produced no resistance whatsoever.
"I was too hasty. I should have suspected something from the moment that bastard—who could toy with the hands of a continent's Grand Master at will—offered me a choice that only hurt him!"
When he tried to feed her that food trash, there had clearly been a reason and purpose behind it. Not just to degrade her or humiliate her.
'But that kind of thing is usually done to people pushed to the brink of survival after days or even weeks without food or water. I only got captured half a day ago, so I unwittingly looked down on him without realizing it.'
Even in this wretched situation, she had grown complacent in her position as a Grand Master—the pinnacle, the strongest, a female knight unmatched by any—intoxicated by her fame.
Against an enemy she absolutely could not lower her guard around, she had foolishly started underestimating him deep down without even realizing it.
Yeah, no matter how clever you think you are at pulling tricks, you're just an ignorant fool who doesn't even know what kind of woman he's caught.
Did you really think I'd beg for my life after half a day without a drop of water or a scrap of bread? That I'd plead to service your cock just so you could feed me anything?
She wanted to curse herself for secretly mocking him, assuming he knew nothing.
'He called it a deal. But I never imagined the deal was something like this!'
Gurgle!
"He's forcibly making me feel hunger, starvation, and emptiness?!"
⚙ SYSTEM NOTIFICATION ⚙ The sow eats every meal provided by the Master without fail. This was one of the rules Sin Seon-dong had secretly set while Eleonora was passed out during the commotion with her asshole pussy.
Of course, unaware of this, Eleonora simply perceived their "deal" as having taken effect through some mage's contract, biting her lip at his wicked power forcing hunger upon her.
Gurgle!
"My stomach... it's hungry... My body is ignoring my will, begging my gut to be filled...!"
How many years had it been? Her appetite, always suppressed and endured except when necessary, now crashed over her like a flood breaching a dam, like a massive wave whipped up by a typhoon.
"Haa... My stomach... I need food... I have to endure... Slurp, haa... Food, food...!"
She needed food. It had been so long since she craved something other than hardtack or jerky. She desperately wanted something beyond the tasteless dried rations she ate to maintain her condition.
"I need... food...!"
There were pigs around, but for some reason, the thought of hunting and eating them didn't cross her mind. It was like how humans don't look at other humans and think, "That looks tasty."
"Ahh... Slurp, ah..."
Eventually, her gaze settled on the plate outside the pen—the one with the kimchi fried rice scraps Sin Seon-dong had left behind.
"I shouldn't eat it...! That's food trash made to mock me... I can't eat it...?!"
As if entranced, Eleonora staggered toward the pen door, collapsing to her knees and reaching through the bars for the plate.
But thunk—something transparent blocked her hand like striking a solid iron plate. Right, she was under a restriction preventing her from crossing the bars.
She wanted it, but she couldn't reach it.
Eleonora leaned powerlessly against the wall and sighed.
"Ah... I'm so hungry... The food is right there, but I can't eat it..."
But then, something flashed in her mind.
During the earlier commotion when Sin Seon-dong had shoved his finger into her asshole...
Back then, she definitely...!
"Please... please..."
Eleonora cautiously poked her head through the bars. As expected, her crown passed through easily. Overjoyed, she tried to dive face-first into the plate,
But thunk!
This time, it was her armor. The high collar protecting her neck caught on the bars, preventing her head from fully emerging.
"Slurp, ahh, just a little further. Just a bit more and I could eat...?!"
To think her own honor would trip her up like this!
After struggling with thunk-thunk sounds for a while, Eleonora bit her lip and pulled her head back. Then, as she reached for the buckles on her breastplate...
The cold metal sensation at her fingertips.
As a knight, this armor was something she must never remove, no matter the moment—not even in death, when she would enter her coffin wearing it instead of burial clothes. Alongside her sword, it was her honor as a knight.
And yet, due to that villain's schemes, she was detaching it from her body for the second time today!
"No way in hell... You think I'll take it off...? I absolutely won't!"
But ignoring the pitiful female knight's cries, Eleonora's hands began unfastening the buckles one by one.
And for some inexplicable reason, separate from the overwhelming hunger dominating her, a strange sense of refreshment washed over her as she undid the armor.
"Just you wait... I will survive, no matter what, and get my revenge...!"
Before long, ripping at the buckles like a madwoman, Eleonora shed her armor. The moment her breasts sprang free with a boing from the confinement, she thrust her head back toward the bars.
Thunk, her armor clattered away, but she didn't care.
"Food, food over here..."
She was too fixated on drooling over the mysterious scraps right in front of her. Like the pigs that had swarmed her earlier, she was too busy sniffing eagerly at the fried rice.
"Haa... Sour, yet oily...? For food scraps, it looks... quite appetizing."
From now on, she would eat these scraps. She would consume the leftovers discarded by that wicked bastard. She had denounced him every time she saw him as a monster ignorant of human decency,
"This is for survival. As the saying goes, a dragon's revenge is never too late, even after a thousand years. By eating this now, I swear I'll never forget this humiliation...!"
Yet here she was, drooling over scraps fit only for livestock, muttering self-justifying excuses.
But to Eleonora, whose eyes were already spinning from the feast before her, these mutterings were akin to a prayer.
"I, the continent's youngest Master and once-in-a-millennium Grand Master, reduced to a pig's fate, eating scraps...!"
The words she uttered to steel her will and resolve had become a pre-meal ritual, giving thanks to the "Lord" who provided her daily bread today.
Finishing her "grace" disguised as resolve, Eleonora gulped loudly one final time at the banquet spread before her.
"Haa..."
She couldn't hold back anymore.
She wouldn't hold back any longer.
"Itadakimasu...♥"
Wiggling her hips side to side in a thankful sway toward her prey, Eleonora slammed her head into the plate, mouth agape.
The commotion roused a few pigs napping in the pen, who peeked out thinking it was mealtime. Seeing the plump sow frenziedly devouring her meal, they slowly closed their eyes again.
-Oink?
But how tasty must that be for the sow to drool from her lower mouth too?
A strange curiosity lingered, but the pigs—lacking balls and unable to stand erect anyway—had nothing they could do, so they drifted back to dreamland.