Chapter 42
Chapter 42
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 42
Chapter Title: The Thing Living in the Back Mountain
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“O, ooooooh…?! O, oh masteeeeer… piss, that wicked bastard's piss in my puuuussy…?!”
Every time Eleonora's body twitched, she climaxed while squirting a stream of bright yellow piss mixed with semen from her pussy.
“Won't… forgive… youuuu…! Dare rape me and—not content with that—use my pussy as a, a toiiiilet…?!”
That steadfast female knight was lifting one leg high like a dog marking its territory on a utility pole, spraying piss and semen everywhere in little spurts. My cock started to stiffen again, as if raging with fresh fury at the sight.
“Who told you to get the quiz wrong? I gave you exactly ten options to make it easy, and you said nine?”
“Sh-shut uuuup…! Even if you repent your sins right now, killing you with a single stroke would be too merciful, you bastard…! Dare turn a woman's sacred place—this Eleonora Croft's pussy—into a cum dumpster and piss toiliiiiet…?!”
Her words sounded like she was ready to tear me apart, then dry the shredded chunks into jerky—but in reality, the pathetic sow could only spread her legs and piss out everything the stud had dumped into her.
Even as a Grand Master, she was nothing but a sow who couldn't endure sex with her Master. Every hole in her lower body gaped wide, climaxing uncontrollably.
I was just about to head back to the brick house for the day's tasks when—
“Oh, right. Forgot about this.”
I'd only meant to quickly handle my morning wood and prep for her anal expansion training. But as a male myself, I'd gotten too carried away with the sex and nearly overlooked it.
Thud, thud.
“You're coming, huh…! Fine, violate me all you want! I won't lose to the likes of yooooou—ohoooooh?!”
Even as my hand gripped her leg—her eyes burning with defiance—Eleonora started climaxing again the moment a larger anal plug than the beads that had been in and out of her asshole all this time began forcing its way inside.
“You maso pig bitch, so even without your Master's cock in there, you just cum the instant it's shoved in?”
“Wrong…! I didn't cum…! No way I'd climax just because you shoved something this filthy in my asshole… no way, nooooo… hngh!”
Eleonora stupidly stuck out her tongue, shaking her head desperately in denial.
But as the little bell dangling from her clitoris jingled once, a different hole—just a bit higher than the ones that had taken cock—slowly began to open.
Was it the effect of all the "kissing" water I'd been feeding her?
Spliiiish—! “C-cumming… pissing while cumming, front and back pissing while cuuuuumiiing…!!”
In the end, Eleonora climaxed once more, urine gushing from both her pussy and urethra. I didn't know about the rest, but my training—at least to piss when she had to and report it—had clearly taken root in her body.
“Good sow.”
“Hiiiii… hiiiii… cumming while pissing, cumming agaaaaain…!!”
I stroked her head in praise, but the shock of awakening yet another kink—climaxing from defecation—must have hit her hard. She slumped limply right there.
Of course, the stream of piss flowing from her pussy trickled down her pale thighs like a natural river current.
“No proper sleep last night, and now this intense lovemaking on top of it— no wonder you're sleepy.”
I could have tormented her with 'Where do you think you're sleeping?!' but if I kept sexually training a sow who hadn't slept at all, it'd turn into straight-up stress from that point on.
Training had to be training, not torture. So I lifted Eleonora's head, slipped a small pillow underneath, and stepped out of the pen.
“Gonna juuudge youuuu…!! Definitely…!!”
“…No need to check what she's dreaming about.”
◇◇◇◆◇◇◇ After a quick shower back at the brick house, the place I headed was none other than the farm's back mountain.
⚙ SYSTEM NOTIFICATION ⚙ [Huh? Breeder, where are you going? The farm's that way!] “Just checking something real quick.”
-Woof!
> -Woof woof!
>
-Yip yip!
Heading to the back mountain with our farm's guard dogs—including Dungchi—must have piqued her curiosity. The SD Character gazed at me worriedly from above the message window.
“Y'know, thinking about it, that character of yours is kinda cute, huh?”
⚙ SYSTEM NOTIFICATION ⚙ [Huh?] It was a sudden hike, but there was a clear purpose behind it.
Sure, there were dogs(?) around, but they couldn't talk—and I had a great hiking buddy right on hand. To kill time, I spoke while picturing the character that always floated nearby.
“You've only ever shown up as this chibi 2-head-tall munchkin. Wonder what you'd look like drawn as a proper, full character?”
⚙ SYSTEM NOTIFICATION ⚙ [Hmm… well, this message window has a fixed size, so no matter how hard I try, this chibi form is the limit… ahem! But it'd probably be pretty! No, super pretty!] A speech bubble popped up above the message window saying 'A total beauty!' alongside the character puffing out her ample chest. Well, still 2-head-tall, so just cute as heck.
“Really? Like, actually pretty? Like the sows in the pigsty?”
⚙ SYSTEM NOTIFICATION ⚙ [Of course! Wait, whaaaat?! Oh my! Oh no!? Are you trying to turn not just that female knight, but me into a sow too?! Pervert! Degenerate! Lust demon!] The moment I finished speaking, she yelled 'Gaaah!' like a startled deer and—whether it was some 2D Live mode or whatever—bolted out an open door like a shot. After that, she only sent sporadic messages, no more pink-haired character.
Did I go too far with the teasing? I was just about to apologize when—
-Grrrr…
> -Grrrrr…
>
-Grraaah…
“Dungchi?”
All our farm's guard dogs—Dungchi's ears—the beagle on the left, the white mutt in the middle, the cocker spaniel on the right—flattened back as one. Every single head bared its teeth, no exceptions.
⚙ SYSTEM NOTIFICATION ⚙ [Wh-what is it!? Why are the dogs…!] “Wild boar. Like I said before, one reason we have this guy on the farm. He's warning me there's one nearby.”
Guard dog or not, he never barked at people—just begged for food and followed you anywhere. But that didn't make him dumb.
Trained or not, he'd sensed something humans couldn't and was standing before his owner, issuing a warning.
Something was behind the rock in front of us.
⚙ SYSTEM NOTIFICATION ⚙ [Eh, ehh? Isn't that dangerous!? Even goblins get smacked dead easy by wild boars!] “Shh. Lead on, Dungchi.”
With Dungchi cautiously ahead, we crept toward the rock. The messages grew more frantic. Not the time to reply, though—I ignored them, ready to chase off the boar with Dungchi if needed, and dashed behind the rock.
“Huh?”
-Whine?
> -Whimper?
>
-Huff huff!
⚙ SYSTEM NOTIFICATION ⚙ [Kyaaaaah… ah… aah… huh? What?] Unlike the pounding tension that had my heart ready to burst, what lay behind the rock was a wild boar's corpse—body gone, only the head and front paws left.
“Heard gunshots from the mountain recently and figured it was nothing, but this guy's here, dead.”
It happened sometimes.
Hunters periodically culled wild boars to prevent diseases like swine fever or foot-and-mouth from spreading to livestock.
If it spread to pigs, it'd naturally hit wild boars too. But boars didn't just drop dead on the spot—they had the government hire marksmen to take them out.
Great for us around here, but that wasn't what I wanted to check right now.
-Woof!
> -Woof!
>
-Yip!
⚙ SYSTEM NOTIFICATION ⚙ [Ah! What are you doing!? Why mess up the corpse like that?! It's already just a head!] “That's why I'm checking.”
The messages freaked out as I suddenly started inspecting the severed cross-section of the boar's head with my work gloves. But I kept at it.
“Who tore this guy's body off?”
⚙ SYSTEM NOTIFICATION ⚙ [Huh?] “Look closely—this pig's got its head and a bit left, but the rest of the body's gone. Blood trails say it took a hunter's shot, fled here, and died of exhaustion. But no torso.”
⚙ SYSTEM NOTIFICATION ⚙ [H-hunters took the body…? Nah, probably not.] You had to report boar corpses to the authorities—no way they'd leave it rotting openly like this.
And unlike bears, our country had no predators that hunted boars this way.
“This cut shows repeated hacking—like harvesting clams with a dull sickle in the mudflats. Not sliced clean, but forcibly ripped away through endless chops.”
Like a stone axe or something—
⚙ SYSTEM NOTIFICATION ⚙ [Goblin. Footprints over there!] “What?”
That's a bit troublesome.