Chapter 224
Chapter 224
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 224
Chapter Title: Lunchtime
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It had only been a moment since I mounted Eleonora's back and started spanking her ass, but even as she dripped juices from between her legs, she was determined not to let me fall off.
Drawing on the spirit of a sow knight, she charged toward our house on all fours like a galloping horse. Normally, a knight's spirit might conjure images of not letting their lord suffer even a single scratch,
or not allowing even a speck of mud to splatter on them.
But this sow knight's spirit seemed aimed at deliberately kicking up dirt on me or shaking me off her back just to earn punishment.
The more I spanked her ass, the fiercer Eleonora's resolve burned to shake me off and get disciplined, propelling her into an all-out sprint.
Instinctively clinging to her jiggling massive tits like handles, I had no choice but to wrap my arms around her body to stay on.
"Should I use the chains on these tits as reins later?"
"Yes! Please—please do! Eleonora wants to go beyond being nothing more than Master’s semen receptacle sow. I want to be Master’s exclusive riding sow too! Even now I’m carrying Master on my back, but I want it to be filthier—far more disgraceful. In an utterly humiliating position, parading Master down the main street so everyone can see and shame us both!!"
"…"
I nearly blurted out that I'd be the one eating all the shit for riding something like that, but with a personality that wouldn't spit on a smiling face even if I stepped on it,
I silently spanked the quivering Eleonora, who was trembling with excitement. Already lost in her lewd fantasies, she grinned blissfully as if it were the best thing ever.
And then,
-Woof woof!
-Awoo!
"Where the hell are those mutts headed?"
From the massive building where manure from the farm's pigs collected, the three-headed Cerberus shit cleaner and Sis Urga's wolf were bolting into the mountains behind the manure pit, tumbling over each other in a tangled mess.
"When did those two get so buddy-buddy?"
"Master?"
"Never mind. Let's go—I'm starving."
"Oink oink!"
I was a little curious how they'd become such sweethearts, but I quickly lost interest and shoved the anal beads—still slick from Violet's asshole earlier—straight into Eleonora's.
"Haaah...♥"
"Alright, left turn~"
"Le-left turn...♥"
True to her quick-witted sow nature, Eleonora swiftly twisted this way and that, following my hand signals and the tug of the anal beads.
Finding unexpected fun in it, I started steering her around the yard in endless circles like a puppet master. Eleonora, aroused by the trails of her own pussy juices etched into the ground,
glided along those slick rails, spinning lap after lap.
"...What the hell are you doing?"
"Can't you tell? Master is enjoying my body..."
"Who doesn't know that?! If you're back, say so—instead of circling like idiots, you morons!!"
I wanted to play for another thirty minutes or so, but reluctantly dismounted at Sis Urga's bellow. Stroking Eleonora's plump ass as she gazed up at me expectantly,
I said,
"House."
"Oink oink!"
At my command, she bolted on all fours and slipped through the large dog door under our house entrance.
Sis Urga clicked her tongue at Eleonora charging inside without a care, then glared at me with axe eyes.
"What the fuck is this bullshit?"
"You love it, Sis—why pretend?"
"I did want to humiliate that bitch, sure, but not to that extent!!"
Her shout made it clear the rage was bubbling up from deep in her chest the moment I finished speaking.
"Even so, I'm the one they call her rival in high society! If she ends up like that, what does that make me? We'd look like rivals in some fucked-up way! Right? Right?!"
"...Is that so?"
"'Is that so' my ass! Even if we're both Master's bitches now... What the—why are you grabbing my clothes?"
Snarling at me like a tree-climbing snake, Sis Urga froze as I slithered up and gripped the hem of her outfit, her eyes shooting daggers.
"If my rival's like that, shouldn't you match her with something fitting?"
"What?! What kinda dogshit is that—don't, don't strip me?!"
Her chocolate milk jugs bounced wildly as her face flushed crimson, letting out a shriek.
But she wasn't exactly resisting my touch, so I yanked down the sleeveless tank top hanging off her arms.
"There we go, good girl. Arms up~"
"Quit the bullshit—mmph!!"
Mwah. Not the deep tongue-kissing we did nightly on the bed—just a meaningless lip-suck.
As I pulled back slightly, Sis Urga huffed roughly through her nose at me, then raised both arms high. I stripped the tank top off completely,
and she reached for my work clothes, stripping me just like I'd done to her.
No way she'd let herself be the only one exposed.
Soon my top was off too, but she stared at my bare torso with a dissatisfied pout.
"Pants too."
"Huh?"
"Take 'em off! Strip! I'll strip too, so hurry up!"
"Gah?!"
Suddenly impatient, she yanked my pants down right there, leaving me in just my underwear—which she shredded moments later with rough tugs.
The second she had me buck naked, Sis Urga tossed her minihotpants onto the nearby sofa,
standing there in nothing but scandalous thong panties that barely covered her pussy slit, grinning at my nude form.
"Heh heh, embarrassed yet? Stripped bare outside like this."
"Think you're one to talk, prancing around in those slutty panties?"
"Wh-what?! These are... y'know! Gotta wear 'em so they don't fly off in the wind if I strip...!"
Those thong panties, barely hiding her pussy crack, were more humiliating than going fully nude.
Sis Urga glanced down at her own panties and shivered briefly, then slapped her hands on her hips where the straps rested, puffing up proudly.
"Doesn't faze me at all! Remember how I was when we first met?"
"True, basically leather straps for top and bottom, no underwear even..."
"Sh-shut it! Zip it?!"
"Ack."
She wrapped her arms around my waist in an instant, smothering my face in her tits to shut me up.
Springy like Eleonora's but a touch smaller and less pillowy—still, the kind of luscious chocolate milk jugs that'd make any man drool.
They filled my entire view.
"Miss me?"
"...Not really."
"Heh heh, training those sows upstairs took a while..."
"Looked like you were having a blast with that bitch for 'training'."
Sulking, she crushed my sweat-soaked body even tighter against hers.
But as my sweat droplets and scent mingled into her skin everywhere, Sis Urga's lips slowly curled into a smirk, then broke into a full grin she couldn't hold back.
And when I patted her pussy apologetically—like Eleonora loved—her body heated up more, hugging me so hard my feet lifted off the ground.
"...Wanna shove it in just like this?"
"Can I veto?"
"Think fancy civilized talk like that'll fly with Sis Urga?!"
Squelch...♥
Before I knew it, she'd flicked her thong aside and, hugging me tight, impaled her pussy on my fully erect cock.
"Nngh... Yeah, that's it—my man's job is just to keep that cock hard. Sis Urga's gonna milk your exclusive pussy nice and good, so you just throb and pump, knock me up with no thoughts in that head!"
Sis Urga glanced at the dog door Eleonora had used, deliberately loud for her to hear, slamming my cock deeper inside her while thrusting her hips.
She bowed her head, yanking my neck back like it might snap, and pounced on my mouth like a beast devouring prey—spinning us in circles right there.
"Sis?"
"Quiet. You ignored me all this time, playing just with her."
"It wasn't play—it was essential training, technically work—mmph..."
Housework so ingrained in her now, she was used to waiting while I was out on jobs,
but spending time with Eleonora sparked jealousy she couldn't handle.
Telling me to just offer my cock obediently, she shoved her tongue in my mouth to seal it shut, fumbling for the door handle.
To any onlooker, it was bizarre: a burly woman kidnapping an even burlier(?) guy, tying him up, reverse-raping him, and dragging him inside.
But with her eyes rolled back in lust for me, Sis Urga hardly seemed aware.