Chapter 30
Chapter 30
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 30
Chapter Title: Seemingly Without Hesitation
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Somehow, she looks without a shred of embarrassment...?
"Umm..."
Buried deep in a soft bed of straw, Eleonora's eyelids—closed like a sleeping princess from a fairy tale—began to quiver ever so slightly. Before long, her signature beautiful silver eyes sparkled to life.
"..."
How long had she been asleep?
Eleonora shoved aside the cozy straw piled over her and sat up, her massive tits bouncing heavily.
Whether from sleeping so soundly, a lingering haziness refused to leave her eyes, dulling their usual sharpness as she blankly scanned her straw bed and its surroundings in turns.
And soon enough,
"...Ah."
A cracked utterance escaped her bone-dry throat, hoarse and ragged.
It was just a single word, nothing more, yet it carried the weight of realization and lament—her body limp and melted, trapped in this narrow prison of a pigpen, utterly naked without a thread to her name. Simple, yet laced with contradiction.
"If only it had been a dream..."
If this were her bedroom, this soft straw her bed, and a maid waiting by her side instead of pigs—nothing more could she wish for.
But such complaints lasted only a moment. Eleonora's face flushed with rage and shame as she pounded the straw with her fists.
"Ughhh?! What the hell! In such a feral pose! Such a filthy pose! Squirting from my pussy and cumming like that?!"
Now that clarity returned to her mind, the memory flooded back of why she'd surrendered to this cozy straw. She couldn't bear it without smashing something.
"What?! Me, seducing those ball-less bastards because I'm some slut?! Don't make me laugh! You must've pulled some trick! There's no other way, no other explanaaation?!"
She couldn't have taken such a lewd pose willingly!
She denied it fiercely, pounding the straw, rolling around—but each time, the jingle from her crotch made her freeze. Eleonora abruptly stopped, casually brushing away the straw covering her groin.
"...Haa."
Anything else, she might accept as reality. Even this cramped pen or her nakedness could be endured, grudgingly.
But this—this brazenly erect clitoris, still standing proud without a hint of shame—that she wished were a dream.
"..."
But what good was lamenting now?
Reality had sunk in. The water was spilled; her pristine purity wouldn't return.
"Kuhhh...!!"
Still, it pissed her off.
If they'd just raped her, fine—but to squirt and cum in that humiliating pose, then pass out!
"It's all because of this...!"
Her cute pink clitoris swayed innocently, painless now. But that turquoise mithril piercing threading through it—still alien no matter how many times she saw it. And the tiny silver bell dangling from it.
Like dew on grass at dawn, the bell asserted its presence unmistakably.
Jingle~
"Hup...!"
Just a faint ring, yet her pussy—already conditioned—twitched, the sensation rippling straight to Eleonora.
"I'll smash it right now...!"
This one thing! Without it, she never would've needed to spread her pussy like that. This tiny bell had forced her into shame no knight could live down.
The ring piercing her clit was clearly mithril, judging by its gleaming sheen.
But the bell was different. Eleonora reached down, pinching it between thumb and forefinger just like Sin Seon-dong had gripped her clit.
She squeezed with all her might.
Creeeeak!!
"...?"
Yet after five minutes, ten, even longer—the bell remained unscratched. Eleonora sighed deeply and let go.
"Another one of that bastard's weird toys."
A guy who bought mithril like jerky at a shop—clearly, he'd scavenged some freakish item and hung it on her.
(For reference, this bell was a byproduct from when Sin Seon-dong had asked to reforge his broken mithril chains into something else. Unlike pure mithril piercings, it was silver-alloyed, losing the signature shine but matching mithril's durability—the world's toughest bell.)
Of course, oblivious Eleonora could only seethe at Sin Seon-dong for attaching such an evil contraption(?) to her most sensitive spot.
After grumbling for a while, footsteps approached her ears. Eleonora hurriedly grabbed scattered clothes from a corner of the pen and threw them on.
Clothes, that was—leggings and a sports bra, no armor. Still, she refused to show an inch of bare skin to the approaching fiend.
More than that, the thought of baring herself to him made her shiver, vivid memories flashing of herself splayed beneath him, squealing like a sow.
Of course, the arch pose, squirting climax followed right after.
Jingle jingle~
"Kuh...!"
His footsteps closed in as she scrambled into her clothes; the bell rang nonstop, like an alarm at her frantic movements.
'Not now, please...!'
Her heart was steadfast, even if defiled. She could endure his vile tricks—but that incessant jingle and her pussy's throbbing kept intruding as distractions.
And for some reason, each tug of fabric brought a strange sting, accompanied by itching.
"Ughhh!!"
Finally, at her limit, Eleonora marshaled every ounce of strength, donning not just clothes but even her ill-fitting armor.
She couldn't buckle it properly, but it showed her defiance clearly enough...
"What do you think you're doing, dressing like that? Take it off right now."
"...The first words out of your mouth are a sight to behold."
Unsure how much time had passed, but the dim sky and Sin Seon-dong's food scraps (kimchi fried rice) told her not even a full day had gone by. Eleonora sighed and replied.
"Whether I dress or not is my freedom, isn't it?"
"You still think you're human?"
Whatever.
Sin Seon-dong shrugged at her glare and gently set his prepared meal before her pen.
"Here, chow time."
Grrrooowl!!
"Eek... A-again...?!"
His words barely ended when her stomach roared. Overwhelming hunger crashed over her again; Eleonora gulped involuntarily, eyes locked on the kimchi fried rice.
'I want it. Right now... But...!'
To eat meant removing the armor. She'd never squeeze her head through the bars with it on.
But strip before him?
Her sword taken, reduced to this—yet show him her armor coming off?!
She'd sooner clutch her starving belly and writhe on the floor. Never would she allow that.
But suddenly, a strange sensation prickled her whole body. Eleonora twitched.
"Kuh..."
"What's with the sudden squirming? Trying to seduce me?"
"A-as if! My body's just stinging!"
"Hm... Stinging?"
His intent stare at her words made Eleonora's heart race.
'He's plotting something again... Some absurd demand...!'
And her fears proved spot on.
"Spread your legs wide, hands behind your head. That pose you're so proud of."
"Wh-what?!"
"Can't hear? Should I magic you into it again..."
"Kuh...!"
Eleonora groaned softly.
But soon, metallic clinks rang out, followed by cold steel pressing against the back of her head.