Chapter 26
Chapter 26
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 26
Chapter Title: Female Knight's Aftercare
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In the aftermath of Sin Seon-dong's departure for his pigsty patrol, inside the pen where a luxurious pile of straw (as if straw could ever be luxurious...) had been laid out solely for one lone sow, Eleonora trembled with faint shivers.
"Hic, heh, heeeuk...!"
Ding-a-ling! Ding-a-ling!
From between her obscenely splayed legs like a frog's, pink semen dripped down, mingling with the pure white semen smeared across her mouth and nose. The platinum-haired sow's trembling made the bells jingle in time.
Her body quivered uncontrollably from the overwhelming pleasure.
Moreover, each tremor set the bell on her clitoris ring jingling, and every time, the twisted pleasure she had unwillingly come to know transformed the pain from her clitoris into ecstasy.
This plunged Eleonora into an orgasmic hell that was perilously close to infinite propulsion.
"Haa... enough, already... haa... stop...!"
Only after some thirty minutes of ceaseless bell tolls and several more shattering climaxes did Eleonora finally manage to compose herself.
One might expect agony from the tearing and the throbbing between her legs like any woman after her first time, but each throb brought a strange wave of pleasure that instead fueled her body with the strength to move.
"Hng...! He really pounded me like a dog...!"
Eleonora hauled herself up from the straw with effort, glancing warily around in case that bastard was still nearby, then staggered to her feet.
Squelch-
"Hnnngh...!"
Thick semen trickled down her thigh, accompanied by the lewd scent assaulting her nose—the musk of the male who had ravaged her, mixed with her own tearful juices from being taken, the blood dried on her thighs proclaiming her lost virginity, all blended into the semen.
"..."
Whether she couldn't believe she'd been defiled by such a man or was only now truly realizing it, Eleonora— who had always muttered threats like "Just you wait" or "I'll kill you someday" laced with her hatred for him—couldn't even spit out those words now. With pain mingling in her coquettish breaths, she rose from her spot.
"I need to... wash my body... his semen... I'll really get pregnant... gotta wipe it off quick... flush it out...!"
Conveniently, whether for her sake or not, there in one corner of the pen was a tub (a rubber basin) big enough for a person, filled to the brim with water.
Eleonora steeled her legs to hurry toward it and cleanse the semen filling her belly.
But even a mighty Grand Master sow fulfilling the sacred duty of her race's propagation apparently had her limits.
"Kgh... hnnngh...?!"
Her legs buckled without warning, nearly collapsing her. Eleonora grabbed the nearest iron bars for support, barely steadying herself.
"Haa... haa..."
'My legs... won't hold any strength...! My body, which always obeyed my every command, still savors that worthless man's afterglow even now...'
As the saying goes, a healthy body breeds a healthy mind, a sound spirit a sturdy flesh. If she gave in here, she'd end up writhing on the floor again, jingling her clitoris bell in disgrace.
"This ridiculous bell... gotta remove it... and put on some clothes..."
But her legs felt rooted to the spot, immovable. Clutching the railing with one arm, Eleonora shifted into the least painful stance she could manage and began her arduous step-by-step trek.
"This foul stench...!!"
Her mouth still held the sweet remnants of his semen, and though she'd blown her nose, the reek of his cock lingered stubbornly.
'Semen that smells like this...? Piercing through the pigs' shit like it's invading my nose... this vile stench!'
No matter how often she sniffed it, the pig-shit stink never grew familiar—especially not when it was shoved right up her nose like this.
Just smelling it made her pussy throb again.
Her pussy, primly clenched all this time, had tasted cock once now. Even this faint semen scent made it twitch, heralding her awakening as a female.
Which meant she had to hurry to halt this progression, but her legs remained leaden weights.
Each step was a burden. What was so grand about reaching that spot?
Yet contrary to her thoughts, her body—more exhausted than from any training—yearned to flop back into the straw right then.
If she lay down, post-coital fatigue would force her to sleep, but even if she slept, she wanted clothes at least—or to wash off this semen.
"One... twooo... one... twooo...!"
Ding-a-ling~ Ding-a-ling~
-Oink?
-Grunt?
Like when she'd first gripped a sword, Eleonora chanted marching calls as she dragged her feet forward with difficulty.
Unaware or uncaring of her struggle, the pigs in the neighboring pen—who'd been playing after breakfast—pricked up their ears at the coquettish sow cries and bell jingles from nearby, halting their fun in unison.
And as pigs who'd spent their lives in pens, they all whipped their heads toward Eleonora's enclosure without exception.
-Oink?!
-Grunt!!
-Oink~!
They'd come to tease whatever noisy sow was making a racket, but holy shit—what was that?!
With bowlegs no less, clutching the railing and crab-walking step by step, shaking that massive ass— the pigs' eyes bulged at the sight of Eleonora advancing.
Splat!
Ding-a-ling~
With each step, blood-mixed semen stretched long from her pussy slit before dripping to the floor, while the clitoris bell jingled merrily. What spectacle could top this?
-Grunt! Grunt grunt!
-Squeeeeal!
"Wh-what... are you... staring at... to grunt like that..."
If she knew the ridiculous waddle she was doing, they wouldn't dare make those noises. Eleonora shot a pitying glance at the pigs staring holes through her back.
"Don't look... even beasts like you shouldn't fuss over... a female...!"
Maybe take a break?
Halfway there, strength was already draining from the arms propping her up.
"Haaa... haaa..."
As her power ebbed, her head drooped, hips thrust far back in the perfect doggy-style invitation, Eleonora panted heavily.
Meanwhile, the pigs snorted roughly again at this sow wafting female scent, flapping her now cum-filled pussy as if outright seducing them(?).
If it had been them! If their balls hadn't been snipped! They'd have stuffed that pussy with their seed!
Unable to fuck or cum despite the urge—even Hong Gil-dong would leak precum in frustration—the neutered pigs wailed pitifully at the jiggling ass they couldn't rub against.
"...Those pigs must be bored out of their minds."
Unable to imagine the pigs getting aroused by her pussy and asshole, Eleonora caught her breath a few times, then yanked her hips forward to resume her crab-walk shuffle.
But then—
"Hic, nnngh...!"
A sudden stimulus to her belly made her startled pussy snap off the dangling semen strand. Still gripping the railing, Eleonora shuddered, her asshole winking wildly too.
-Grunt!!
-Grunt!!
Open the gate! Gate!
The pigs went berserk again, drunk on the potent female pheromones leaking from that non-breeding hole fluttering madly.
But what could the likes of them do?
They could only drool helplessly at the sow's lewd gyrations and the clear bell tolls echoing from somewhere.
"Huu... huu..."
Thus, crab-walking in the world's sluttiest pose, Eleonora jingled on for a while longer until she finally clutched the railing by the rubber basin of pristine water she'd so desperately craved, ending that short but more grueling than any ordeal lewd trek.
But the real danger started now!
Eleonora eyed the basin brimming with clean water intently.
'What if he anticipated me washing up and laced this with aphrodisiac?'
Who knew? That lecherous bastard, dying to devour her, wouldn't just back off so easily.
He might be watching her secretly.
Given the lewd piercings adorning her body, it wasn't impossible.
Of course, Sin Seon-dong himself had only stepped out for work—treating training as secondary—but Eleonora glanced at the firmly shut door, then swiftly snatched a floating plastic ladle from the basin.
"...What is this? Not... wood?"
Had he tampered here too? She swung the plastic ladle about and held it to the sunlight, inspecting it.
"Light for wood... just a tool, then?"
Like a bushman first seeing a cola bottle?
After fondling the ladle thoroughly, Eleonora resolved herself and cautiously scooped up some water with it.