Chapter 266
Chapter 266
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 266
Chapter Title: The Way Home
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"Hngh, hngh... I-I can't anymore... M-my asshole won't close now... A saintess with such a sloppy, shitting asshole leaking feces everywhere..."
"You're not even cumming, so quit your whining."
"Eek!"
Leaving Violet behind, utterly exhausted and leaking not her juices but a waterfall of white semen from the valley of her ass, I stepped out of the sow pen.
［Hmm... Huh? Why're you out here, sir?］
"You finally woke up?"
［???］
The SD Character tilted her head, clearly not understanding what I'd said.
Judging by her reaction, she must not have seen a thing about what just went down.
［Wait! What the heck happened?! Wh-what's this memory? A fantasy?!］
As if rummaging through files in my head and replaying Violet's lewd cries, the SD Character—with her striking pink hair—kept tilting her head and bombarding me with questions.
But I ignored her completely, figuring if she hadn't seen it, tough luck.
"Hey."
［Yes?］
"From now on, when I'm training Violet, can you shrink my cock down to this size like today?"
［No problem there... But why? D-did the saintess maybe taunt you like, 'A puny little cock like this can't satisfy me, you boar pig!' or something?!］
"?"
I knew she always spouted the weirdest nonsense, but fresh out of her daze, did she really just say that? I let out a baffled sigh, half-laughing, half-exasperated.
Taking it as confirmation, the SD Character went into full panic mode.
［No way! I respect your tastes, Master Breeder, but you're way cooler when you're the one dishing out the humiliation, beatings, and training! Not like me, who gets off on being— Ahh!?］
"..."
An awkward silence stretched between us.
I responded with a Donald Duck grin—lips pursed out like a beak, pulled up to my ears in full understanding.
Her face flushed beet red in a rare show of embarrassment. She let out a "Kyaaah!" and started furiously smacking the cheeks of her "Nobel-chan" doll.
［F-forgot it! Forget everything I said! If you don't, I'll turn you to dust just like this doll...!］
"Fine, fine. Stop abusing that innocent doll and follow my orders, you lewd bitch."
［Heh, hngh...♥］
What a handful.
After a brief wiggle of delight, she snapped back to business, sensing it was time to focus.
［So, just shrink your cock when you're alone with the saintess?］
"Precisely when Violet tries to touch it—make it this size, like today."
［Got it!］
Now that I'd gauged her pervy tendencies, I was pondering our training direction when—
Sasasak—
［Huh?］
"A rat?"
A baby rat darted past me straight to the feed trough by the pigsty. The SD Character glanced at it, then at the empty doghouse beside it, and asked me.
［Wasn't there a three-headed guard dog there before?］
"There was. But lately, he hasn't been showing up."
Maybe from too many lonely years alone, but ever since Urga sis brought her wolf here, Dungpoo had been subtly courting it.
Before long, they were roaming together, playing love games everywhere.
Now he wasn't even coming back to his house, so judging by wolf habits of digging dens with mates to raise pups—biting and yelping in some cave on the back mountain—that was my vague guess.
"Glad Dungpoo found a good mate, but I don't love the idea of more rats multiplying."
［Then get a cat! Why keep a dog...］
"The dog's for chasing off wild boars. They sniff out the sows' scent so well, coming down from the hills sometimes. Dog smell keeps 'em away."
Plus, having once been brutally mauled by a cat, I had zero desire for another. I kinda missed when our three-headed Cerberus Dungpoo used his snake tail to snag and eat rats.
［Mauled by a cat? You never seemed scared of them, though, Master Breeder?］
Maybe curious since I hadn't explained properly, she seized the moment while I filled Dungpoo's bowl by the empty doghouse—suddenly sporting cat ears on her head and a tail on her butt.
Was she thinking it'd scare me, or just teasing? Either way, I wasn't scared of cats.
I just saw them as rat-tier pests.
［Why? Aren't I cute like this, nyaa nyaa?］
"You call a farm pest that harms us cute?"
［Huh?］
That was the normal reaction. Cats had a rep as cute rat-hunters, minus the furball memes everywhere.
But on farms—our farm especially—cats were pests equal to or worse than rats.
"You know cats eat rats, right?"
［Yep!］
Reasons abounded—like parasites in rats luring cats, their final host—but anyway, cats mainly hunted rodents like rats.
"Dad first brought in a few, figuring they'd catch the feed-stealing rat pups. And... it worked, kinda."
［See? Look how cute they are!］
"Until they went after the piglets."
［Eh?］
It was all too simple and natural.
Cats might look cute, but they're brutal hunters who kill chicks for fun.
Once they saw easy, tender meat everywhere—no effort needed—why bother with rats?
Soon, the furballs we'd brought for rats were sneaking piglets from the farrowing pens behind Dad's back.
［But they hunted on the sly, right? How'd you...］
"They crossed the line. Got caught chowing down on a piglet right in front of Dad."
Back then, Dad was in his prime—could toss a grown man easy. Think he'd let that slide?
A few got sent to doggy heaven by his club. The rest lingered for meat until he brought a big dog for guard duty, ending the cat saga.
［So that's why you got this dog?］
"Nah, cats stopped coming eventually—no need. But Dad brought this one from somewhere. Guess Dungpoo's absence hit him hard, despite pretending otherwise."
For reference, this Dungpoo was the third gen. First Dad got, second, then this one's owner— a storied lineage symbolizing our farm's guard dog.
Like first and second Hokage in ninja comics.
Anyway, this Dungpoo was loyal to Dad and me—off-leash, he'd never leave farm grounds. Super reliable.
But love and breeding instinct shredded that loyalty like paper.
Watching him fueled my drive to turn Violet and Christia—Goddess worshippers—into sows. I glanced at their pigsty.
［Right! Breed 'em hard! Turn that saintess and white sow into your sows, Master Breeder!］
"Heh, obviously."
Basrak!
"...But didn't I just fill this bowl with feed?"
［Dunno! I was busy stuffing this cat-tail anal beads up my ass and didn't see... Ahh?!］
"..."
The SD Character's face burned red with shame as she pummeled poor Nobel-chan's cheeks. My memory fuzzy too, I refilled Dungpoo's trough and headed home as the sun dipped behind the western hills.
"Maybe I work just to go home."
［Totally get that vibe!］
Another uneventful day.
Chatting with the SD Character—now hugging a worn-out Nobel-chan swapped for a "Pia"-labeled doll—we descended the slope.
"Hngh, hnguut...!"
"Hoo..."
The yard of my haven—our house—signaled we were close, along with voices from there.
"No, this lacks killing power... Ah, Master! Welcome home?"
Eleonora appeared, still naked, greatsword handle jammed up her asshole, shaking her ass every which way while swinging the blade. I heaved a deep sigh.