Chapter 17
Chapter 17
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 17
Chapter Title: Let's Go Feed the Sows! Part 5
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After feeding Eleonora,
I made my way around every single pigsty without missing a one, confirming that all the sows had gotten their proper feed. Deciding to take a short break, I headed straight for the farm's guard dog, Dungchi, stationed right next to the pigsties.
"But you're raising dogs on the farm too? For protection from bandits or something? Like, 'Heh heh, hand over your pigs right now or we'll kill the women and rape the men!'?"
"Bandits in the 21st century? Nah. Maybe in the old days, but these days? Who knows."
"Heh heh heh, the world changed a lot after you first awakened this ability, Breeder!"
This was a quiet countryside spot, so both the locals and I had kind of forgotten while going about our lives, but the world out there was a hunter society where a handful of Awakened roamed the globe, hunting monsters pouring out from newly spawned dungeons everywhere.
A quick search of the news would turn up headlines about which hunters saved the world this time, or how some hero stopped a demon god from ending everything.
It was like they were living out their own fantasy novels, but this drastically changed society came with side effects—crime rates had spiked compared to ten years ago.
Why, as they say, where there are heroes, there are villains.
"So why do you keep dogs around? It's not for catching thieves, right?"
"To chase off wild boars."
"Wild boars? Not like that sow bitch inside, but real ones with tusks growing up to their foreheads...?"
I wondered if the wild boar she was picturing was the same species as the one in my head.
"There are a few reasons. Sometimes wild boars or roe deer sniff around the farm. Like when feed runs low, or during mating season when they catch the scent of our sows."
Just like how white and black people can have kids together, pigs can breed across breeds and still produce piglets. Dad called it hybrid vigor.
Take the pink pigs everyone knows, like Yorkshires or Landraces—they're great mothers, raise big litters, and are mainly used as sows. But the semen used to breed them comes from Durocs, a completely different breed.
"Why? 'Cause Durocs are like the black guys of pigs? Heh heh."
Durocs are chocolate-brown pigs, and their meat quality is top-notch compared to the others. The problem? They suck at raising piglets—most either fail or the young don't thrive.
"That's where crossbreeding comes in, and boom—the pigs end up on our dinner tables today."
"Ahh... so the offspring naturally get big like the mom but tough like the dad... Wait, what hybrid vigor? Sounds more like perfectly bred to be eaten... Ah..."
This is a pig farm, you idiot sow.
Anyway, when wild boars breed with domestic pigs, you get piglets, sure—but the problem is they combine the strengths of both into a monstrous hybrid.
A beast that keeps the wild boar's ferocity while growing fat and fast like a domestic pig. The absolute last thing you want to see in the world.
"Sounds like a show! While the Breeder looks away, a wild boar sneaks into the sow pens, pounding away at your sows—pound pound! And you're clueless, laughing it up with the geldings!"
Why does that sound so wrong when you put it like that?
Am I supposed to jerk off to my sows getting bred by wild boars like some loser now?!
The message window smirked, showing an SD Character getting knuckle-rapped on the head with a thwack!. Just around this corner, my loyal guard dog Dungchi would appear...
-Woof woof!
-Grrr!
-Heek! Heek!
"No matter how many times I see it, I just can't get used to this."
"It's only the first day, so of course! Even you're not used to your changed self—what chance does a mere beast have?"
True that? Tilting my head, I poured equal amounts of feed into three bowls I'd prepared and offered them to Dungchi. The mutt immediately buried all three heads in the bowls and started vacuuming it up.
"Still, since my head didn't triple or anything, I just can't get used to it no matter what."
The typical country mongrel breed—known as the Sighthound Zab—Dungchi had sprouted heads in the time I hadn't seen him. Two extra ones, at that.
"Dad loved Dungchi so much... Guess I'll have to tell him it died or ran away."
"Whoa! Such a filial son! Secretly eating the dog and lying to your grandkid, 'He ran away,' while cackling like a villain!"
How do you explain that on day one of running the farm solo, the guard dog turned into a hellhound? And instead of its usual fluffy tail that made everyone smile, there was a king cobra flicking its tongue, snacking on the rats eyeing the farm feed.
"No matter how you slice it, even lying that a living dog died would be forgiven by heaven as a white lie."
"You think? Should I ask...?"
While the message muttered to itself, Dungchi had already polished off his bowls clean and was dipping each head into a large rubber tub to lap up water.
"Whew, dog's fed now too. Time to go retrieve Eleonora's bowl..."
"Heh heh, that sow's such a moron! Like her brain's packed with muscle too—toss her some tasty bait right in front, and she chomps it right down!"
The message cackled about the deal I'd made with Eleonora. I hadn't expected it either. I dangled a condition that looked suspicious as hell, and she bit anyway.
Did she get complacent, judging me a third-rate trainer on her own (not wrong, but still)? No suspicion at all, just the sweet high of getting what she wanted right away.
"What if that sow had said, 'I won't eat—I'll just strip!' What then?"
"That would've been fine too. I'm training her to strip away her human rights one by one anyway. If she strips naked on her own, that's a win for me."
My ultimate goal was turning this uptight female knight into a sow who spreads her pussy anywhere on my command. If she gets comfy naked by herself, who am I to complain?
Of course, she didn't choose that.
"Whoa, you're evil! How'd you hide that nature all this time? Truly the shady Breeder with cull-cock vibes!"
"Ahem! Shut it! Keep yapping about cull-cock, but that's the cock I'm using tomorrow, so quit stirring up trouble. Don't interrupt training like before."
The message, which had been giggling nonstop, showed the SD Character zipping its mouth shut right as I reached Eleonora's pigsty. I flung the door open again.
"Slurrrp, pah... Just you wait... Just... you... waaait...!"
And the first thing I spotted was the female knight with her head shoved in the plate at my feet, greedily licking it clean.
Smack smack! Slurrrp. Not content with chewing and tearing anymore, Eleonora was now licking the plate itself.
"Why... why is this so damn tasty...? It's scraps, leftovers I should've tossed—why...!"
"Because that's your true nature, sow."
"Slurp, hn?!"
She'd been eating so frantically that her pretty face was smeared with grease, and even with me right there, her nose stayed buried in the plate—a perfect picture of a gluttonous pig scarfing feed.
"Why so surprised? Scraps from your Master—isn't that pig food? Should I have mixed in some acorns and ditch water maybe?"
"You filthy bastard! Messing with my body like this!"
⚙ FARM RULE ⚙
The sow faithfully devours every morsel of feed given by her Master.
This was the rule I'd secretly set on Eleonora. I'd seen the physical effects binding her body with my own eyes today, but damn, it was even more potent than I'd thought.
"That good, huh? Good enough to smear your face in it. Hey, I'm thrilled to see you turning into a proper pig on day one."
"Forcing... hunger out of me like this! What trick did you pull?! Binding a Grand Master's limbs is one thing, but inducing starvation by force?! Urp!? I-Im... impossible!"
She grilled me desperately, then let out an unexpected little burp. Embarrassed to show that in front of me, Eleonora took a few deep breaths and looked up.
"Why blame others when you're just pig-wired? Own it."
"What?! Hah! Here we go again—you spout nonsense to tarnish my honor!"
"Really? If you're not pig-wired, how'd you scarf down all this alone? You call those scraps? I don't know your pig-rearing ways, but it can't be much different from mine."
"Th-that's... because you cursed me, you bastard!"
"Cursed? First it's magic, now curses..."
In wuxia terms, like 'That's evil sorcery! He's using black magic!'? I crossed my arms and looked down at her, daring her to spill more.
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