Chapter 21
Chapter 21
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 21
Chapter Title: I'm a Female!
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"Yes! That's why this device exists! You're thrashing around like this! How am I supposed to work if you keep squirming like that!"
"No, no way! No matter what, this... this kind of thing... there's no way it could work!"
"Hahaha! You're turning pale! Completely pale! You've realized what you're about to go through and turned white as a sheet!? Should I have just blinded you instead?"
Sin Seon-dong burst into roaring laughter as he watched Eleonora writhing in her restraints and struggling to escape, finally satisfied with the sight.
Eleonora desperately wanted to snap back at him, but given the dire situation, she poured all her strength into trying to break free. Yet her body wouldn't budge.
"Why... nyah...! Why won't this crude pile of scrap let me go...!"
"I was surprised too. Who would've thought a prompt would pop up asking if I wanted to register this crude castration frame I made myself?"
"What nonsense are you spouting! Release me now, release me, I say!"
Sin Seon-dong's custom sow castration frame, painstakingly crafted just for this moment.
A standard castration frame for boars simply inverts the pig completely, clamps the head in an iron cradle, and secures the hind legs.
But this one, handmade for a sow, forcibly bent her into a mating press position and locked her limbs with mithril chains. Sin Seon-dong considered it his personal masterpiece, made purely for Eleonora.
Of course, since he wasn't a professional, it was still little more than an upgraded scrap heap, enough to make anyone uneasy.
But any anxiety vanished the moment a certain message appeared upon completion.
⚙ SYSTEM NOTIFICATION ⚙ [Register Sow Castration Frame (Temporary) as farm property? YES/NO] There was no need to hesitate.
"Eeee! Break... break freeee...!"
"Last time you snapped the mithril chains with brute strength, but not this time. These are the same shattered mithril chain fragments from before, but now reinforced with my power."
Sin Seon-dong giggled like a child, watching her pussy twitch every time her hips bucked. When he stroked her ass, Eleonora screamed.
"This is... wrong! The purpose is all wrong!"
"Purpose? How is the purpose wrong?"
"Because I'm... I'm not a male!"
"Not a male?"
As if hearing it for the first time, he smirked slyly and began stroking her pussy deliberately. Eleonora shuddered involuntarily at the creepy touch.
'What is he going to do to my pussy! Those tools! They're clearly for marking his territory on my pussy! What is he planning, what the hell-!'
The more she imagined what was coming, the more her hips jerked uncontrollably.
"Y-you said it yourself! This frame is for castrating males! That means it's for removing balls, but..."
"...But?"
"I'm... I'm a feeeeemale!"
No feeeeemale-! No feeee-! No fe-!
Eleonora's sow declaration(?) echoed thunderously through the pigsty. The Grand Master's superior vocal cords shook not only the sty but even the grass and trees her pussy was facing.
"A female? A female, huh..."
"Y-yes! I'm a female! A female, I tell you! So why the hell would you castrate me!"
She rambled incoherently, unconsciously calling herself a female in a desperate bid to appeal to him. But Sin Seon-dong just looked down at her like she had a problem.
"So what if you're a female?"
"The guy who said he'd train me as a sow doesn't even know the difference between males and females! L-look! My puss... pussy doesn't have those things dangling!"
"Those things?"
What things?
Sin Seon-dong tilted his head innocently at her words.
Eleonora knew exactly what she meant, but in her panic, her thoughts weren't coherent.
"B-balls! I don't have balls! That means this frame was flawed from the design!"
As if urging him to look closely, she strained to lift her hips even higher, emphasizing her twitching pussy in the crisis.
"You're right, you don't have balls dangling."
"Exactly! Did I have to spell it out for you! I'll forgive you if you release me now—"
"But you do have eggs."
"Eggs?! What eggs—hiiik!?"
Squiiiish. His hand reached for her platinum pubic hair, then suddenly grabbed her clitoris hiding above her pussy hole. Eleonora wailed without thinking.
"See? You have eggs right here. Nice and plump in my hand, and you're lying?"
With great size comes great responsibility—or so it seemed for her massive clitoris and its correspondingly huge foreskin.
"Huh? Why lie when your egg is right there?"
"Stoooop!! Don't grab it! Don't pinch, I said!!"
Her primary erogenous zone and most sensitive spot seized, Eleonora could only wail helplessly.
Not satisfied, he kneaded it between thumb and forefinger like coaxing out a boil. All she could do was squeal like a pig and thrash.
"Stop! Stoooop...! Why... why keep tormenting me! Why my clitoris...?!"
He kept squeezing and pinching, as if trying to squeeze out the clitoris itself between his fingers.
Finally realizing his intent, she tried to struggle, but the cold splash of alcohol on her foreskin made her flinch.
"Stay still. I've split plenty of pigs, but this is my first time touching a sow's here. Move and you'll only hurt yourself."
Was this the goal all along?
This position that exposed her pussy perfectly—was it designed from the start for this!?
'To flaunt that I'm nothing but a mere sow... to force me to watch my pussy's final moments as it's tamed by his hands, imprinting terror of him in me... an outrageous training method!'
Not dabbing with alcohol-soaked cotton but pouring straight from the bottle for thorough disinfection, Sin Seon-dong raised the scalpel. Eleonora screamed in a final frenzy.
"Hah... ha, don't make me laugh! You think a Grand Master's body can be easily cut by some cheap metal! You'll only hurt yourse—kughhh!?"
Her defiant shout froze as blood trickled from her clitoris. She stiffened, screaming silently.
"Anesthetic? I'm no vet, and why bother anesthetizing a pig anyway?"
"A-aaaahhh...!?"
Without hesitation, he sliced into the foreskin covering her clitoris.
But Eleonora, the owner of this body, could only watch.
"I heard clitorises have 8,000 live nerves, making them super sensitive and easy to feel. As a sow, shouldn't you show your egg to your Master instead of hiding it?"
"Hee... eek...! Th-this... humiliation, this degradation, uuuugh...!?"
How long since she'd felt real pain?
Just peeling off the skin over that tiny bit of flesh...
Yet it surged incomparable to any blow she'd ever taken in her life.
"Kuhh... huuuh...!"
"Told you, move and you get hurt? And you're overreacting over just peeling the sheath..."
Like castrating a real pig's balls, he gripped the clitoris with thumb and forefinger, sliced vertically down with the scalpel, spread the incised foreskin, and pried it apart to extract her clitoris.
He could've just trimmed part of the foreskin slowly, but no—he split it fully in half to drag out the clitoris entirely. A bizarre act.
But Sin Seon-dong, fully committed to treating Eleonora as a sow, showed no mercy.
Just methodically working as always.
Now calmly trimming the split foreskin left and right, he looked at her as if spotting a sow. Eleonora muttered unwittingly.
"Treating me like a pig! Like a pi-i-i-ig...!"
She'd heard countless insults on battlefields from bandits or barbarians unfit to speak—but this man truly handled her like livestock.
"Hmm, even I'm sorry watching your foreskin get cut without a word, so ask something. I'll answer honestly."
Honest answers? The pitiful sow Eleonora, writhing in pain she couldn't escape, bit immediately.
"D-do... all pigs go through this...?"
"Yep. For boars, like your clitoris, we slice the scrotum and squeeze out the balls like popping pimples or boils... but that's all you had to ask?"
Real sow material!
He answered, but muttered in disbelief at the odd question. Half out of her mind, Eleonora didn't hear, just mumbling about pigs.
"Pigs... calling me a pig... Am I really turning into a pig...! This humiliation, this degradation—what should I do...! As a pig, what am I...!?"
"What are you thinking? Just oink and be done."
"Shu-shut... up...!"
She tried circulating mana to dull the pain, but the mithril binding her limbs absorbed it, only tightening further.
'Me, in some unknown backwater, treated like a pig by this nobody...!'
In the end, all Eleonora could do was thrash and glare resentfully at her clitoris, now popped out obscenely between the I-shaped incision, gripped in his hand.