Chapter 55
Chapter 55
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 55
Chapter Title: A Female Knight's Refreshing Morning
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The next day, even as the sun began its unchanged ascent through the dark dawn sky, parting the veil to herald a new day across the world and proclaim that its time had arrived, Eleonora still lay unable to rise.
"..."
It wasn't that she was lost in sleep. Thanks to a rare deep slumber, not even a trace of drowsiness lingered in her jewel-like blue eyes as she blankly gazed at the warm sunlight creeping past the window and invading her pen.
But the moment that gentle warmth—just the slightest touch—reached the tips of Eleonora's feet, where she lay sprawled shamelessly like a frog amid the straw...
"What in the world did I doooooooo?!?!?!?!"
-Oink?!
-Squeeee!
-Grunt grunt grunt!!
Eleonora's high-pitched cry, her face flushing redder than the sun overhead, snapped the eyes of the still-groggy pigs wide open. They thrashed about wildly, banging their heads against the walls and corners of the pen.
-Squeeee!!
-Squeeee!!
-Oink oink!!
The pigs immediately thrust their snouts into her pen, grunting as if to condemn Eleonora for her sudden morning outburst all on her own. But as the saying goes, it's the one who farts who gets mad—Eleonora bellowed back at the snorting swine.
"Ugh... Shut up! As if you lot could ever understand how I feel!"
What on earth had she done?
She could've just let him leave, but no—she'd grabbed him as he tried to exit the pigsty, begging him to look at her naked body, stripping off her armor herself...
Under the deluge of his sticky, lustful gazes raking over her entire form again and again, she'd climaxed from those vulgar eyes alone, her breasts tormented as she stood there utterly exposed like a sow, even feeding in that state...
Looking back now, she wondered if yesterday's self was really her, or if it had all been a dream—but there was no escaping it.
The semen splattered across the floor last night, mixed with the piss she'd squirted in orgasm, and her own image joyfully lapping it up while fawning over him... it all refused to fade from her mind.
"I swore to face it head-on if I couldn't avoid it, but that was only about shedding this body's fragile shame—not indulging in carnal lust and fawning over cock!!"
It might've ended with just groveling at his feet to lick up semen (though even that was an immense humiliation, judging by how the straw clutched in her hand exploded into shards)...
But the semen caked not just in her messy, clumped pussy but all over her body, along with the kiss marks, seemed to taunt her that she'd continued fucking him afterward, reveling in lust and pleasure.
"I sought to discard petty weaknesses like shame, not my very humanity! What have I...!"
Right here on this straw, she'd gotten down on all fours like a sow, silently shaking her ass at him as if begging to be fucked. And he had grabbed her hips and thrust his cock in.
For hours on end, he'd relentlessly pounded her pussy without mercy, creampieing her again and again in a frenzy of mad sex until she'd blacked out...
"...I'm not even tired."
A Grand Master's body wouldn't accumulate fatigue in the first place. But sleep restores not just physical but mental exhaustion too, so this crystal-clear mind was proof she'd slept deeply last night.
"My skin doesn't itch either. In fact... I feel refreshed..."
It wasn't like she'd been lying on a plush bed or wrapped in fine blankets.
But how often in her life had she slept so soundly and carefree? As Eleonora stroked her still-blossoming body, Sin Seon-dong's words suddenly surfaced in her mind, and she shook her head vigorously.
"Ridiculous..."
It had been a passing remark, and it still sounded absurd.
Yet it nagged at her how deeply she'd slept, so Eleonora cautiously stroked her left arm, where dried yellow semen mingled with a kiss mark.
"He kissed me here... and even marked me..."
Was a kiss mark not enough?
Like branding her as his female, the yellowish, foul-smelling semen traces blanketed it.
"..."
Stroking her arm in a daze, Eleonora's eyes suddenly widened again as they caught the clock on the pigsty wall and the time it showed. She muttered to herself.
"...Breakfast time soon."
She vaguely recalled that whenever the long hand pointed to 12 around this time, feed dropped for the pigs. It was still at 2, so she had some time left, but...
"..."
Recalling yesterday's vivid shame, Eleonora squeezed her eyes shut, then sprang up and headed straight for the large rubber tub in the corner of her pen.
"I have to get this semen out quick, or...!"
With every step, she felt the semen sloshing in her belly, in her womb. She had no idea how much he'd dumped in her last night, but the weight tugging at her womb with each stride drew sweet breaths from her instinctively.
Ting-a-ling~ Ting-a-ling~
"Th-this semen is bad enough, but you too...?!?"
When this absurd thing was first attached, she'd thought it so uncomfortable and humiliating she'd die. But now, she cursed how humans adapt—especially since her pussy reacted every time it rang.
"Nngh... It's... leaking out...!"
Her pussy, conditioned to the bell, parted like it was welcoming cock, dripping thick white globs with every step—like Hansel and Gretel dropping breadcrumbs to mark their path home.
"Don't leak out... you can't leak... it's a waste...?!"
A waste of what?!
Eleonora licked her lips lewdly as if anticipating something, then shoved her moist tongue back in and shook her head side to side.
"It's all his tricks. His damn tricks..."
But contrary to her words, she clamped her palm over her pussy, waddling crab-legged with awkward, obscene steps that would shame any watching pig as she made for the tub.
Of course, the pigs that had sniffed her out and gathered with bright eyes staring expectantly earned a haughty glare and shout from Eleonora.
"What are you staring at?! No wonder you're his pigs—your faces are just like his!"
-Grunt
-Grunt
-Grooo
As she'd said earlier, the angry one is the guilty one—or in this case, the sow leaking semen from her pussy? After glaring at the mocking grunters, Eleonora reached the tub and spun around abruptly.
-Grunt!
-Grooo!
-Grunt grunt?!
Dashing the pigs' hopes of another lewd tit-shaking masturbation show, Eleonora turned her back on their uproar, blushing as she muttered.
"Things that can't even mount a female, acting all smitten..."
She had no clue her potent pheromones were alluring them, but instinctively sensing even these un-male males were drawn to her, Eleonora smirked faintly and teased.
"...What vulgar tits they are."
Breasts measuring a full 120cm around.
Back in her squire days, they'd earned her princess-level envy, but they'd also kept her from drawing a sword at her waist, forcing her to wield a greatsword instead—burdensome udders.
"You like them that much...?"
But gazing at her body, now a flower garden of marks from the male who'd claimed her, it felt like standing atop a high peak overlooking blossom-covered summits.
A strikingly fresh, novel view.
"Just lumps of flesh, yet you suck and bite and cum on them... showering them with such fervor. I... just don't get it."
Lifting her underboob slightly with the arm holding the ladle, Eleonora overlooked the hillside blooming with vivid azaleas and forsythia reeking of vulgar perfume, then examined the semen splattered not just on her tits but everywhere, shivering faintly.
"Really... a female... not a Female Knight, but a sow... a sow knight..."
Her body, drenched head to toe in male semen and thrilled by it, flaunted the basest, lewdest posture.
"No wonder he desires me so fervently... N-no! I almost fell for his tricks again!"
Thinking this semen-soaked, vulgar body beautiful—she must've gone into heat without realizing.
A splash of cold water would snap her out of it! Eleonora freed the arm cradling her tits and doused them full-force with the ladle.
"Hnggg...♥"
The icy water's touch—so different in temperature and viscosity from the hot semen—grazed her stiff nipples, drawing a sweet, nasal moan from her lips.
A moan she'd missed amid the trembling of her body under the cleansing flow.
"O-one more..."
Splash!! Splash!!
Haaah! Hiiing...!
Each dousing brought more moans, her ladling speeding up. She excused it as rushing to clean, but was she hiding something?
"Just one more...!"
For example...
Squelch squelch-
"Haaah... the feel of semen in my pussy, sliding along my vaginal walls, his filthy seed warmed in my hot flesh...♥"
Like concealing the shameless sight of her fingers plunging deep into her pussy right now.