Chapter 48
Chapter 48
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 48
Chapter Title: Pretext
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While Sin Seon-dong was racking his brains over some unknown face who had suddenly started worshipping him, a similar sigh-mingled moan was leaking from the pigsty where a female knight lay confined.
"Hngh... Krgh..."
Her body was itchy again.
Instead of the black sports bra, pants, and panties she always wore, she had on her armor—everything except those black leggings.
As verbose as it sounded, Eleonora—wearing nothing but her armor over her bare skin—was nonstop leaking aroused moans from her prickling breasts.
"Whyyy... this time it's my breasts, so baaaad...?!"
Eleonora rolled about on the hay bale, still with a rather thick anal plug shoved between her ass cheeks. Just earlier, after passing out from the shock of the intravaginal urination, she had washed her body and cleaned the semen and piss from her pussy, and everything had been fine then.
Even naked as she was, her body felt unprecedentedly light, like it might float away.
Though trapped in a pigsty that reeked, the comfort she felt right now was so profound it was like lying in the great forest where elves lived—she wanted nothing more than to sprawl out and sleep soundly.
Everything except her ass, that was.
If not for that filthy thing inside her—whatever parasite or mite it was supposedly purging, now dredging up forgotten sensations.
If only for this anal plug.
Normally, she would have spent the time plotting how to kill Sin Seon-dong for locking her here, cursing the bastard. But right now, at least in this moment, she just wanted to surrender to the comfort and rest.
But she had agreed to obey him until the itching stopped, so with a small sigh, Eleonora eventually picked up the armor neatly stored in one corner of the pen. Even if it felt good now, shouldn't she at least cover up somehow?
"..."
Of course she wanted clothes too. But she had agreed to follow his words, and hadn't he said something about possibilities and forbade her from wearing clothes?
"Filthy bastard! Cock-huge pervert! Shameless scum who pisses in a woman's pussy without a shred of guilt!"
Muttering complaints about how this was all part of his scheme to train her as his personal sex slave, Eleonora suddenly muttered as if realizing something.
"...But come to think of it, my body feels perfectly fine now. Doesn't that mean I don't need to obey him anymore?"
What had gotten her into this mess in the first place?
The stinging itchiness accompanying the irritation from her skin whenever she wore clothes, right?
Now that those were completely gone, did she really need to keep obeying? Following him was temporary anyway, and with her body healed, she could start looking for a chance to escape...
"First, clothes. Being naked under armor is somehow even more indecent than fully naked...!"
Her hand, about to buckle her armor, froze in place, then slowly reached toward the clothes stored neatly beside it.
But just as her silver gauntlet went to grab them,
"..."
Gulp!
Suddenly taking deep breaths in and out, Eleonora glanced at the leather belt circling her lower belly, the silver hip guard attached for pelvic protection, and then down at the thick platinum forest growing wildly in the gap between.
"Wearing armor with my pussy fully exposed... fully on display..."
Just hours ago, it had been filthily stained with his dried semen and piss from when he raped her.
But now, fluffy and neatly arrayed, they stood ready to fight him at any moment, just like her.
"...That cock went right here... such a huge cock..."
That male cock which had raped her mercilessly, ignoring the resistance of her thick platinum pubic hair covering her pussy so densely.
Not content with turning a Grand Master's pussy into mere sow pussy, it had pissed right into the precious womb that should one day bear superior seeds and new Grand Master eggs.
And she, helpless beneath him, could only writhe and moan.
"Toilet... semen wastebasket...!"
She, the Grand Master sung across the continent, her sacred pussy duty-bound to birth the next generation of Grand Masters on this land—reduced to his mere sex disposal and waste dump pussy.
"I had no choice. A cock that huge thrusting deep... it was... my first time feeling that... so..."
Right after recalling her own powerless, lewd grunts, Eleonora shook her head vigorously, pulled her hand away from the clothes she nearly grabbed, and muttered.
"Right, this is a trap. If I wear these, he'll make some excuse to rape me again. Better to... stay bare even if it shows my pussy...!"
That's what he was after.
The moment she dressed, he'd nitpick that she broke his word and strip even this armor off her.
But she'd seen through it—no way!
Eleonora, muttering to no one in particular, hid the clothes in an unseen corner.
"I'm not discarding them. Just... if he sees them, who knows what he'll complain about next. Better to keep them out of sight so I don't get tempted to wear them."
Yeah, if she was going to get raped anyway, she'd do it with at least this much dignity—clad in her armor. Having secretly tucked the leggings and sports bra into the hay, Eleonora cleared her throat awkwardly and slowly began buckling her armor.
With each buckle fastened, a knight's honor and pride welled up from deep in her chest.
As her 112cm monster tits sank into the breastplate, the random thoughts cluttering her head seemed to fade away.
When she secured the precarious buckle at her hips, she felt her princess—her entry-mate into the knights, who had designed and crafted this armor along with the greatsword now taken from her, and bestowed it personally—right there with her.
"Right, I won't lose to this filthy training. I'll tear him apart with these hands and garrote him with his own blood."
It was her usual vow, but feeling cold metal against her bare skin sharpened her mind like never before—invincible against anything.
Until shortly after, new symptoms arose again.
"Guh... Whyyy, I washed so clean, whyyy...!"
As the sun set, the strange itchiness assaulted her once more.
But Eleonora was confident she could endure.
After all, yesterday's relentless torment—the itching in her clitoris and pussy—was gone.
No need to pitifully finger her pussy alone from this heat.
But the trial came from an unexpected place.
"M-my nipples... why, why?! They were fine yesterday, why now...?!"
Her breasts, now clamoring stuffily from inside the breastplate, were the problem.
Every bit of skin touching her armor itched and stung, but her nipples—the prime erogenous zone for women—were worst of all.
The itch, centered on her breasts, naturally stimulated her nipples too, forcing them erect by physiology whether she liked it or not, poking relentlessly at the thick metal ceiling above.
"My pussy's fine, but why, whyyy...?!"
Worse than her pussy—even there, she could just pull down the black leggings and reach with her hand, but her nipples were blocked by this thick metal barrier from the fingers dying to scratch them.
Normally, yesterday her nipples had felt stimulation too, but overshadowed by the pussy's massive pleasure, she hadn't noticed.
But today, her throbbing pussy had quieted somewhat thanks to Sin Seon-dong's cock, while her tits—only just starting to feel his touch—were newly developing, ultra-sensitive now.
"No... my tits are making my pussy... my pussy react again... reacting...!"
Her perpetually erect clitoris, already at max tension, squeezed the mithril piercing impaling it like it might snap; her well-fucked pussy welcomed the re-ignition of heat, lips drooling eagerly.
Squelch—
"S-so sloppily wet...?!"
Just a light touch, and pussy juice gushed like someone poured a bucket, accompanied by the vibrating sow-musk scent.
She knew how to fix it: strip the armor, soothe herself. Torment her nipples and finger-fuck her pussy until the symptoms subsided.
But she couldn't strip.
No matter the situation, taking it off herself meant she'd caved to the itch and tossed her pride— she needed a pretext, a justification.
And as if her desperate wish reached the heavens, the pigsty door burst open with a familiar voice.
"Itchy again? That's why I told you to strip everything off."
"?!"