Chapter 32
Chapter 32
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 32
Chapter Title: The Female Knight's Sleepless Night
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How much time had passed since Sin Seon-dong left?
"Phew... haah..."
It was the dead of night, when not only the sows in the neighboring pens but every single pig in this pigsty was locked in deep slumber, rubbing their bodies against their fellow swine.
The other sows would shove away any who encroached on their tiny territories in this cramped pen, rolling around in the process, yet without exception, they all snored contentedly in sound sleep.
Meanwhile, Eleonora—the lucky sow monopolizing an entire pen all to herself (at least, that's how the other pigs saw her)—could only groan and toss and turn.
"Hngh...!"
It itched.
Her body was crawling with itchiness she could barely endure. She needed to be in top form to face whatever depravity that bastard would bring tomorrow... but no matter how hard she tried to sleep for that purpose, the itching that had started earlier tormented her, drawing pained gasps from her lips.
"It must have stung during the day... just a stinging sensation with a bit of itchiness—that should have been all...!"
Could he have done something to that straw?
No. She'd stirred it, flipped it, even flung it around countless times, trying everything, and it was just ordinary straw.
Nothing like the food scraps he'd given her laced with poison—it was the plain, everyday kind found anywhere. So was it because she'd slept on the straw?
That wasn't it either.
During her travels, when she couldn't find an inn due to blocked roads or unavoidable circumstances, she'd slept on straw in nearby stables just like this and felt nothing amiss.
Besides, even with her power restricted by this mithril piercing, her Grand Master body wouldn't itch from mere straw.
Then what the hell was it? What was causing this?
"Hngh... why does it itch so much...!!"
Everywhere except her belly and face itched. Most places were tolerable. She'd trained her mind by going naked in the summer rainforest, letting all sorts of insects bite her, so she was hardened against ordinary itches.
But one spot in particular—the one place she'd never toughened up—was driving her insane.
"Why the hellll... does my pussy itch like this...!!"
Not many people are unfamiliar with the term Achilles' heel. In Greek mythology, the hero of the Trojan War, Achilles, had his mother Thetis dip him as a baby into the River Styx to make him immortal.
But the heel she held onto never touched the water, and that's where he met his end years later—a classic example of a fatal weakness.
"Hnnngh...!!"
And while it might be embarrassing to call it a fatal weakness, Eleonora's current Achilles' heel was her pussy—more precisely, her clitoris, which even now stood rigidly erect alongside its bell, piercing through her leggings to assert its presence.
Every part of her body itched equally.
But she could endure this much; it was nothing compared to the mosquitoes and venomous bugs that swarmed her in the rainforest.
But who could have guessed that her clitoris—that pathetic little mouse turd unworthy of being called a body part—would drive her to the brink of madness?
"I was... careless...! Back then, I should have trained my pussy by letting bugs bite it too! Even if not my clitoris, at least my puss—hngh...!"
Why hadn't she trained her pussy back then?
Why hadn't she begged those bugs to bite her pussy and clitoris?
If it were just itching, it wouldn't be a problem, but the stimulation starting from her crotch kept rousing sensations across her body that she'd numbly suppressed.
"Dangerous... if this keeps up, it's dangerous...!"
No matter how sturdy a dam, a single crack spells its collapse. Eleonora was showing early signs of crumbling from the itch and stimulation in her pussy and clitoris.
Though her body didn't need sleep, restoring the mental strength eroded by Sin Seon-dong's torments yesterday and the day before required it.
As mentioned earlier, a key element of her perfect defenses against him was an unbreakable will to never submit!
She couldn't delay any longer.
Judging by the moonlight slowly passing its zenith, dawn wasn't far off. Two hours—no, even one would do.
She had to sleep.
But to do that...
"...It's necessary...!"
To stand proudly against his malice, it was absolutely necessary. Eleonora bolted up from her bedding and shuffled to a corner of the pen.
"...What a foul stench."
The acrid smell grew stronger the farther she went into the corner. Pig manure reeked below, but amid it, a familiar urinary tang flushed her face.
'Can't expect much from a pigsty, but...'
She arrived at the spot thick with human urine scent—her secret place where she'd relieved herself away from Sin Seon-dong—and let out a deep sigh as she muttered.
"It's... necessary...!"
Eleonora's black leggings were yanked down by her own hands, baring her plump, pale buttocks to the slanting moonlight.
And then,
"Haaaaah...♥"
The moment the leggings slid down, a miraculous coolness washed over her. Like a throbbing tooth suddenly extracted, or plunging into an oasis after a grueling march in a 50-degree desert;
like breathing deep in an elven forest after leaving a human city—countless flowery words fell short to describe the refreshing chill enveloping her body. For an instant, Eleonora's lips melted into a soft smile.
"The cold dawn air brushing my clitoris... makes it... even more sensitive..."
As if fearing even a rat might overhear, she buried those last words in her chest and slowly lowered her head. Her trembling gaze fixed on her clitoris.
*Ting-*
"...This is the last time."
She scanned the surroundings once more to ensure no watchful eyes, then cautiously extended her hand toward her clitoris. Soon, the bell she resented in every way dangled between her thumb and forefinger.
*Squelch,*
"Hmp...!"
The stinging and itching from her crotch had vanished for now, but rubbing her thighs together to relieve it earlier was the problem.
Of course, she was a sow now, and though she'd reached Grand Master, that time was but a fleeting moment in her 28 years—a blink.
"Paper... stuck to my thigh, pulling my clitoris... taut...!"
She'd reached a level where she could control her urges (though not lately), but before that, she'd naturally felt hunger, sleepiness, and especially sexual desire—the closest to her current plight.
"It hurts, it hurts so bad tears are welling up even now... but I can't stop...!"
Too absorbed in training to mingle with men, she still knew how to vent this sudden, disastrous surge of lust sprouting in her body.
"Hic, haaahngh... to think I'd... resort to this again...!"
The problem was her shallow knowledge: her "solution" for lust amounted to rubbing her thighs like some tribal rain dance, praying it away.
So she firmly believed thigh-rubbing was the cure for this needless, vulgar desire.
But not anymore.
"Not enough... this won't do...!"
Unlike before, Eleonora was now a female who knew the taste of a male cock and semen.
In a way, this meant she'd grasped a faint but certain thread to the new realm she'd sought.
"Should I... put it in...?"
And from her daytime experience, she already knew how to quench the heat blazing in her pussy right now.
She'd done it herself.
Fiercely, under countless staring eyes.
Not just playing around—she'd spread it, stirred it, plunged into it.
Yes, she already knew.
*Squish-*
"Ah...♥"
This was it.