Chapter 391 - The Calm Before the Storm
“Must be the top-quality feed. She gave birth to this many, and she's already perked right back up.”
“Hiiik… hiiik…♥”
Fifteen in total.
For a modern sow that averages ten piglets per litter, fifteen was no small number—and this one hadn't lost a single one to stillbirth. All healthy little ones.
“Haaang… th-thank you for your hard work…♥”
“You did good too. As expected from my exclusive pussy—nice and chewy.”
“Hauuk, s-saying that kind of praise makes me… makes me cuuuum again…♥”
It had taken nearly four hours—three hours and forty-five minutes—for the last one to come out. Eleonora, who'd been acting like a pussy alarm clock the whole time, trembled in my arms at my words, clinging to me once more.
“Looks like nothing left to come out now. You were squirting pussy juice and piss like crazy just a bit ago.”
“Heuu… orgasms every fifteen minutes… non-stop orgasm hell… it felt so ecstatic, there's nothing left to squirt…♥”
Orgasms every fifteen minutes? Simple math put it at a minimum of fifteen times.
The sow was the one birthing the piglets, but it was my sow who was on the verge of collapsing from exhaustion.
I supported Eleonora's ass as she pressed her massive explosive tits against me, hugging my neck while she caught her breath. Meanwhile, I recounted the number of newborns one by one, then checked the mother sow's teats as she lay on her side, letting the piglets nurse.
“One, two… perfect count. All the teats are producing milk just fine.”
Pigs have the trait of latching onto the teat they choose at birth, so I wondered if any of the stronger ones had hogged multiple. But no—
Not a single standout bully, no runts either. Textbook perfect balance.
“You did good too.”
“Ah, M-Master worked hard t-too…?”
“Not you, the sow. What 'hard work' did you do? You just enjoyed yourself the whole time.”
“Hauuut…♥”
Eleonora let out a lewd grin at my light taps on the sow's ass, murmuring, 'Worse off than even a pig…♥'
“Anyway, dodged a bullet there. A single stillbirth would've been a pain in the ass.”
“...Did something happen?”
“Nah, if even one stillbirth happens, I'd have to shove my hand in there.”
Eleonora tilted her head and glanced where I pointed.
Right at the sow—the star of our conversation moments ago.
Her eyes fixed on the sow's slightly prolapsed vulva from the birth. Eleonora buried her face in my shoulder and muttered,
“Never thought I'd envy livestock in my lifetime…”
“What're you imagining? Even if, I wouldn't do that to my own kids—so you better pop 'em out healthy yourself.”
“A-ah! If it's a girl, my perfect plan to tame her with Master's touch right at birth…?!”
Eleonora was always unpredictable, but apparently she'd even cooked up a mother-daughter rice bowl scheme in her head.
I tugged on her nipple piercing—my way of telling her to cut it out—and tormented her just enough as I explained.
“Normally you don't stick your hand in; let the sow do her thing. But one stillbirth, and you get antsy—hand just goes in on reflex.”
Fifteen minutes. The interval between one piglet and the next.
The longer that gap stretches, the higher the stillbirth risk. Once one happens, the cycle breaks—even healthy ones can die in the womb.
That can chain into more stillbirths, so no farmer can stand the anxiety. Hand slips in inevitably.
“Sticking my hand in your pussy? I can do that anytime—so hold off with this for now.”
“Higiieeeek, my asshoooole too…♥”
Her pussy and asshole were perfectly trained—took a hand with ease. I kissed her as sticky intestinal fluids oozed out, praising her obedience.
“Come to think of it, Violet's gotten tasty too.”
“Torturing my pussy and asshole while calling another bitch's name… y-you're extra mean today…!”
Cheeky sow, even baring her fangs at me!
She always accepted whatever I did with positivity, but she clearly resented how I favored Violet—the one still defying the hierarchy, refusing full submission. Eleonora pouted like a duck.
I nipped her protruding lips with my teeth and said,
“And you're acting all innocent? You kept saying you'd kill me, even swung a sword once…”
“Don't bring that up?! B-back then, I never dreamed we'd end up sharing this much love?!”
Mention of her capture, and she panicked uncharacteristically.
“I really thought my head was gonna roll…”
“H-hueek…!?”
Now she was just play prey, but back then? Shockingly blank mind. If SD Character hadn't blocked it last-second, I'd probably be dead—life snuffed out wondering if that was it.
Hehe, that's right! All thanks to me! Praise me more! Worship me as the best! Ohohohoho!!
Look at her slithering up at the slightest praise.
Truth be told, she never warned me ahead—only piped up right as my throat was about to get slit. Acts like she's some hero who saved me from mortal peril after my 'huge mistake.'
“Anyway, wanna atone for back then? Spend your life as my flesh toilet, getting all the affection you crave. Got it?”
“Yes! Please keep me forever! Lewd sow Eleonora, who can't live without cock, is Master's toilet for life…♥”
I teased her enough, gave her some 'sorry' sincerity via creampie, and the sow showed no signs of more coming. I counted her teats one last time, then headed out of the farrowing pen.
Eleonora still impaled on my cock, of course.
Passing the main sow pen—how'd she know?
Ding~
“Trying to come in here again?!”
“No, really—how do you always know?”
Door flew open the second I passed. Violet—drenched in sweat and milk—burst out, snarling at us.
“Aang! M-Master, even after cumming that much, you're not satisfied…♥”
“I-ik…!?”
At Violet's appearance, Eleonora—who'd loosened her pussy around my cock for a breather—clamped down instantly, baring teeth at her.
“W-walking around in such a slutty pose—you'll get divine punishment! Put me down right now!”
“Divine punishment? After months as my cocksleeve, now it comes?”
“U-uuut…!!”
Jealousy toward Eleonora—still shaking her ass on my cock even now—mixed with hurt feelings toward me. I felt it radiating from Violet.
“Or forget the bet—wanna just pin her down and fuck her brains out? That what you want?”
“...I-if you're here begging for mercy now…!”
Violet's eyes locked on my hand buried in Eleonora's asshole. Her face flushed crimson, and she shrieked.
“T-tomorrow it all ends anyway—so enjoy that last thread of life while it lasts!!”
BAM—!
We stared at the slammed door. Eleonora and I locked eyes and said in unison,
“...No bet needed—she'd surrender if I just pounced.”
“Just give the order, and I'll drag that cheeky bitch before you immediately.”
Whatever scheme she was brewing, tomorrow it'd all come clear.
I smirked faintly at Eleonora's subtle grin toward the sow pen, and we resumed our interrupted patrol.
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“Hua, huuaa… close call… almost…”
Violet—who'd been peeking at Sin Seon-dong and Eleonora through the window—clutched her chest and slid down to the floor, juices trickling.
She'd nearly lost right there.
Two days dodging him like the plague, but seeing his face—balls-deep in Eleonora for ages, that very cock that ravaged her own asshole not long ago—she'd almost sworn obedience.
“I almost begged him to fuck my pussy…! Was it because I peeked…!?”
Gulp. Heart pounding, Violet swallowed hard. She peeked outside again—empty—then sighed in relief.
Tomorrow. Tomorrow, it all ends.
“Just hold on a little longer. Tomorrow, I complete my mission. End it all.”
Wipe out that evil crew in one go.
Teacher, Urga, that cheeky elf—and that wicked man who wouldn't touch her pussy. All of them!
Violet stroked her twinkling pussy lips, as if affirming her resolve.
First things first—calm her twitching pussy. Hand to her crotch.
And,
Squelch…
“...Not enough.”