Chapter 166
Chapter 166
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 166
Chapter Title: The Wild Boar's Outing (1)
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"You've been asking this over and over since earlier, but are you really okay? No motion sickness or anything?"
"Mm..."
"That's weird. I get it every time, but you say you don't?"
Ever since Big Sis Urga saw Eleonora unleashing a gushing torrent from her pussy to wash my cock clean, she'd been completely out of it, blinking blankly like a total space case.
She'd respond if I asked her something, but it'd be a half-assed "Mm" or "Uh...", just going through the motions.
The stuff in the bath must've shocked her pretty bad.
After that, when Eleonora mounted me and took three creampies straight into her womb, and even during breakfast, she just sat there with her mouth hanging open in a daze.
Worried she might be sick or something,
I spooned food right into her mouth, and she scarfed it down like a baby bird getting fed by its mom, snapping it up every time. But even after that, not a word—just more blank blinking.
She was still like that even after I came back from my quick morning patrol.
And she was still maintaining that state right now.
"We're finally heading out, but you're just gonna stay spaced out the whole time? At least look around a little... Urk..."
The bastard I couldn't shake no matter what had come calling.
Right there in the passenger seat was someone riding in a car for the first time in her life—totally ignoring her while motion sickness hit the driver instead.
For a guy like me who'd lived healthy my whole life, this was like a long-time chronic condition.
A churning nausea that made heavy meals look like a joke—now it was my turn to go quiet like Big Sis Urga.
"Eh?!"
But unexpectedly, my groan seemed to have some effect.
Her eyes, which had been blankly staring out the window like time meant nothing while her man groaned in pain, suddenly sharpened with focus.
"Honey, you okay?!"
"No, it's just... not walking on my own two feet, so motion sickness..."
"Motion sickness? Huh? Wait, more than that—what the hell is this? Where are we? When did I put on clothes, and what am I even riding?!"
"You notice that now... Ugh, gimme a sec to rest."
Damn, she's quick.
Both her realizing what she was doing and me pulling over to the shoulder just five minutes after starting the engine and leaving the farm.
"Woooow... What is this thing? Some kinda carriage or whatever? And these clothes—what're they? Not leather, but they stretch so nice, and the pants..."
"O-one at a time. My stomach's not doing great..."
"It moves without horses! Right?! See, you really are a god!"
To Big Sis Urga, who'd seen my car parked in the yard yesterday and asked, "What's that metal lump for?", this automobile was basically
no different from one of those war chariots the Valkyries rode around in, straight out of some Norse myth.
"Do you at least remember me dressing you earlier?"
"Yeah... Huh? I thought that bitch did it."
As if.
Just throwing clothes over that body and she'd foam at the mouth and collapse—a severe exhibitionist whose pride as a sow knight was strutting her naked body and jiggling those massive tits under the sun. Like she'd let someone dress her up nice.
"Pretty wild... I figured it'd be stuffy, but it's surprisingly comfy. Way better than roughly covering my tits and pussy with leather—feels like I'm a real civilized person or something."
Her long-dreamed-of civilized life!
I'd just thrown on a white t-shirt and jeans from my closet, and already she was snorting excitedly like she'd conquered the world.
"So where's that bitch at?"
"You're asking that awfully fast."
Obviously, I left her at home.
How the hell do you take an exhibitionist like that out in public?
-No way! Absolutely not!
-You leavin' without this?!!
-Leaving Eleonora behind?! Where you goin' without your sow!
To Eleonora, bawling and clinging to my ankle, begging to come along, I ordered her to lay out the bedsheets and blankets like always. She finally accepted with a pouty duck-lip expression... or so I thought that'd wrap it up,
-Is takin' that wild boar bitch as your guard that important an errand?
-Nah, just shopping. Plus showin' the neighborhood to sis.
-Shop... Mar, market?! You ain't takin' Eleonora to a crowded place like that! Haa... haa... G-get the collar ready—no, can't trouble Master, so I'll just stand in the dead center of the market with my pussy spread wide, Master's semen dripping down! Th-then everyone's eyes—young and old—will lock on Eleonora's pussy, so Master can sneak through the gap, haa... haa... ♥
-That's ridiculous!
-Eeeeeek!!
True to her exhibitionist maso-perv sow nature, she was about to go full throttle at missing such a prime opportunity,
so in the end, I had to promise to train her piss pussy when I got back before I finally got permission(?) to head out.
"That bitch really lost it the wrong way."
"..."
Somehow figuring it out, Big Sis Urga was now grabbing the handle under the passenger seat and messing around, folding the backrest down and up over and over.
Of course, about ten percent of the reason Eleonora turned that slutty was on me, so out of conscience, I decided to keep my mouth shut rather than lie.
⚙ SYSTEM NOTIFICATION ⚙ Breeder, you know what "conscience" means, right? "..."
⚙ SYSTEM NOTIFICATION ⚙ Aaah! Don't pretend you didn't hear me! After sucking in some fresh air and my stomach settling a bit, I started driving again. This time, Big Sis Urga began staring right at me.
"...What?"
"Juuust... 'cause it's cool!"
It wasn't her brushing off her feelings—it was genuine curiosity, eyes wide at every flick of the stick shift, press of the accelerator or brake. Every little movement of my hands and feet.
"Whoa... Even kingdom folk barely had horses, but this? No horse, just hands and feet whooshing and it goes."
No need for reins like on a horse, no skilled whipping like a coachman, no tending health like stable feed.
And rain or snow, leave it outside—no problem. No scheduled feeding. Just hit a gas station when it's low.
So how mind-blowing must this car be for Big Sis Urga, who rode wolves across the tundra?
I just saw it as carsickness bait, so not my favorite.
"This thing's pretty common in this world. I rode horses... like a hundred years ago maybe. Now? Horses here are livestock for hobbies like riding or racing."
"Damn... This metal beast is already blowing my mind, and it's common?"
A full-grown adult lighting up like a kid, poking everything—it was rare enough, but this fierce big sis doing it? Made the view worth it.
"That one! What's that!?"
"Just a corner store. In your terms, a general shop."
"General shop? Then that huge board up top?"
"Just a sign."
"A sign?!"
Even a little supermarket around caught her eye.
"That thing! Bigger than a cow, all long, with wheels like this on the legs—is that a monster or what!?"
The occasional village bus rolling by had her whipping her head around non-stop, gasping like a kid witnessing her fairy tales come alive before her eyes.
"Those fields with weird unknown crops? Looks just like a regular mountain folk village...!"
There's this fairy tale about a country mouse and a city mouse.
Story's pretty much what the title says: country mouse visits city mouse, loses his mind at the urban sights compared to his rural home.
But what do you call a big sis like this, eyes sparkling at the country she's guiding through?
"If you're this hyped already, tone it down before we hit the city proper."
"The city?! This ain't even a village yet!?"
"Kinda embarrassing to call it one, but yeah, village."
People live there clustered together, so village works. Dictionary says it's houses grouped in the sticks.
"Little further and you'll see buildings way bigger than anything so far, so dial back the hype a—"
"Huuuuge buuuuildiiings?!"
Castle! There's a castle, right?!
No clue about seatbelts, so she lunged right at me, her massive tits bouncing.
For a split second, my hand nearly dove into those plump chocolate mammaries instead of the stick.
"Hey! Behave, or no more outings together."
"Ugh... Can't do that! Finally out with my honey for a... what'd they call it in that kingdom? De... somethin'?"
"Date? Yeah, not wrong. Buff guy and girl who've already seen it all—even ready to clash cock-against-pussy the second our eyes meet. Call it a date, sure."
"Y-yeaaah...?"
No sooner had I finished than she flashed a grin so wide it might split her ears, baring those sharp shark teeth.
That hyped for city sightseeing?
This'd be my first real date with someone too, come to think.
With a bit of excitement, I slammed the accelerator toward downtown—but an unexpected snag hit.
"H-hold up, need a break..."
"Again?!"
This damn carsickness wrecked the whole vibe!