Chapter 27
Chapter 27
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 27
Chapter Title: Extracting the Semen
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Though her appearance was utterly wretched, her body was that of a Grand Master, granting her immunity to most poisons unless a dragon unleashed its venomous breath directly upon her.
Thus, Eleonora intended to discern the presence of poison merely by tasting a tiny sip of water with her tongue. She scooped up just a thimbleful—enough to make the large ladle seem wasteful, or in cruder terms, barely more than a mouse's piss—dipped it with her pinky finger, rolled it around in her mouth, and slurped tentatively.
"No poison... right?"
Even after holding it in her mouth for about five minutes, there was no sting or any abnormality whatsoever. Instead, it brought a refreshing coolness that cleansed her mouth.
'Could it really just be plain water?'
Yet despite that, Eleonora still couldn't fully trust it. This time, she scooped up a full ladle of water and, with her mouth still reeking of semen, timidly began gargling.
But once again, no signs of trouble emerged.
Only then did Eleonora relax. She thoroughly swept her tongue over every crevice of her gums to dislodge the sticky remnants of semen clinging there, gargled repeatedly, and finally knelt properly before the rubber basin to wash her body in earnest.
Her posture resembled a catcher receiving a pitch: heels slightly raised, legs spread wide.
Normally, she would have wanted to keep them closed, but the lingering ache in her pussy made her anxious about risking any mishap.
Above all, she needed to wash away the semen still oozing from her pussy right now.
More importantly, the dainty bell dangling from her now-irrepressibly exposed clitoris at her crotch was driving her mad. She wanted to finish this as quickly as possible, get dressed, so she adopted the most efficient position.
...or so Eleonora excused herself.
"...Gulp."
She set the full ladle of water down at her feet.
"...This is to extract the semen. I can't let his child take root inside me..."
If it were her, even if conceived through rape, a child was still a child. She would carry his offspring for ten months, believing the unborn babe bore no sin, and nurture it with utmost devotion once it arrived.
On the day she was knighted, she had sworn her sword to protect the weak—not just maternal instinct toward her blood kin, but as a matter of a knight's honor. She would surely raise the child.
But what happens when the child comes of age?
It would learn that its father was a villain who abducted women and trained them as sows, and its mother—who birthed it—was a sow trapped in this cramped pigsty, unable to escape.
"Hng...!"
That could never be.
The child would surely glare at her with eyes full of contempt.
By then, fully conditioned as his sow, she would sob in shame under that gaze yet dutifully accept the child's affection like the sow she was—subtly spreading her pussy toward the child's father, just like now.
"?!?!?!"
Eleonora's eyes suddenly flew wide open, and she shook her head vigorously.
"The image of me... fully conditioned..."
She had imagined it for a moment.
Herself shaking her absurdly large breasts and ass, fawning over him to receive his cock, oinking submissively.
But was it truly just imagination? For some reason, the horrifying scene materialized so vividly it felt familiar, though Eleonora quickly shoved it aside. Staring at the semen still dripping steadily, she muttered.
"...Right, as if that would ever happen. Not even for the sake of hiding this lowly mother's shame from a child born without love."
Someday she might build a family of her own, but not today. Whenever that day came, it would draw near the moment she escaped this pigsty.
For that future, she absolutely could not conceive his child here.
Even if it meant assuming this shameful posture, it was something she must do.
"This ridiculous trinket can wait. First, this semen bui—looooad...!"
In her haste to expel the semen from her womb even a second sooner, Eleonora spread her pussy wide with her index and middle fingers.
Though it had been pristine and virginally tight just yesterday, had being stuffed with cock even once changed it? As her fingers pried it open with a wet schlick, semen began dripping out in globs. Recalling her violation anew, Eleonora shuddered once more.
Left like this, she really might have gotten pregnant.
But no chance of that. Eleonora tensed her defined abs and began forcing it out.
"C-Come out... come ooout...!"
Pure white semen gushed forth like she was pissing herself. But after a while, anxiety crept over her face.
"Why isn't it coming out...? Come ooout...!"
Here she was, doing something so mortifying she'd never even imagined—spreading her pussy with her own hands—and yet her belly remained bloated, the semen stubbornly nested inside.
It had started well enough, trickling out in sticky threads like spiderwebs, but once it formed jelly-like clumps, it stopped as if plugged solid.
"Is it blocking my pussy? Clumped up like frog eggs...?!"
Even these small globs evoked frog spawn—imagine her womb stuffed full of them...!
And that wasn't the only problem.
With enough on her plate trying to extract the semen, her exquisitely trained body—every limb a weapon honed to perfection—was causing issues.
"I mustn't... clench... I have to get it out quick...?!"
It was clenching.
No matter how she pried with her fingers, boasting its recent virginity, her pussy mound was snapping shut like a clam, forcing her fingers out as if to certify its Grand Master chastity.
Inside: clumped semen. Her sole exit: the pussy closing shyly against the unfamiliar outside air. And lastly...
Ding~... Ding~...
This incessantly tinkling bell was the problem. Like Pavlov's dog conditioned by the bell's chime alongside the invading cock, her pussy clenched and writhed independently, hindering her spreading hand.
Perfectly rhythmic: precisely when the bell tinkled, the inner walls contracted, the entrance puckered.
She just needed to time it to muffle the bell, but expecting it not to ring during this task was purely wishful thinking on her part.
"Hoo... Fine, I didn't want to go this far, but...!"
With no choice, Eleonora reached up, plucked a single strand of her hair, and waddled awkwardly toward the nearest cage bar from the basin, oaf-legged.
"Hoo... Right, this is purely for my escape. Nothing more."
She tied the hair to the clapper on her clitoris bell, then secured it taut to the bar, maintaining distance.
"Hnggg...!"
Her hair pulled tight, the clapper locked in place.
Now her pussy's lewd mouth movements(?) were sealed. Time to get to work.
Gulp.
Eleonora stealthily raised her other hand.
Not the one holding her pussy open, but the one about to plunge inside.
"To think the day would come when I'd have to finger my own pussy...!"
What knight in the world did this in a pigsty to scoop out semen from her own depths?!
But she had to.
To escape, she could leave no trace of him in her womb.
"Yes, this humiliation and degradation will fuel my vengeance against him all the more—like kindling and oil. For forcing me to this, I swear...!"
With resolve fully steeled, her eyes flashed wide. Her hand struck like a dragon's talon seizing prey, diving swiftly into the gaping cock-shaped hole of her pussy.
Squelch, shluuuurp—!
"Hauuuugh...?!"
'S-So much slicker and squelchier than I thought... I-Is this really my pu-pu-pussy...?!'
Having suppressed her urges all her life, she'd never known sexual desire or self-pleasure, never explored her own depths. Eleonora shivered at the first tactile sensation of her Grand Master pussy in 28 years.
If Sin Seon-dong were nearby watching, he would have said:
"A virgin pussy, and she shoved two fingers in on the first try?!"