Chapter 59
Chapter 59
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 59
Chapter Title: Lies Spill Out the Moment I Open My Mouth...
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After confirming that Eleonora had gulped down every last drop without spilling a thing, I immediately set off to patrol the pigsties. The first basics to check: whether the pigs had eaten well and if the feeding devices were working properly.
As someone raising livestock for fattening, checking if the pigs ate their feed is basic of the basics, so we can skip that.
This feeding device...
No matter what else, constantly verifying whether these feeding devices were malfunctioning was absolutely crucial. Because if one broke for no reason, I'd have to haul a handcart around by myself, doling out feed to every single pen until it got fixed!
I was already squeezing my workday to train Eleonora—that was plenty exhausting on its own. Add in dragging a cart to every pigsty to distribute feed? The thought alone was horrifying.
Anyway, while patrolling the feed situation, another thing to check meticulously was whether any pigs had died or fallen ill overnight.
Hum... yeah, if any are sick or dead, figuring out what disease it is and whether it's contagious is the most important thing! History books often mention plagues sweeping through after the rainy season ends. Things like, "The plague is spreading, and the soldiers' morale is plummeting day by day," or "Soldiers are dropping from the plague—we can't even take the field."
In truth, when a contagious disease breaks out, the order is to isolate them. But back then, there were no vaccines, and more importantly, armies crammed dozens of people into tight spaces.
Once a plague hits, it spreads like wildfire.
And it's the same with livestock.
Not as bad as egg-laying hens in a poultry farm, but in these pigsties—big or small—hundreds of pigs packed together means an outbreak could lead to mass die-offs if you're not careful.
Plus, if it wipes out just our farm, fine. But it could spread elsewhere, hitting other farms too.
That's why I check every one personally.
Eek... But even if you check this thoroughly, you're just gonna sell 'em to that other world anyway, so you don't need to go this far... just roughly... "Hey! Listen to yourself? Sure, my job's not something I can shout about proudly these days, but slacking off?!"
Hic! To outsiders, this might just look like your typical rural pig farm. But it's the building Grandpa built for Dad, and in a way, his legacy.
From Grandpa to Dad, Dad to me—this land we've inherited. Slacking off here?! There's a limit to treating work lightly!
S-Sorry! My bad! Sensing my uncharacteristic disgust bubbling up like I was about to explode, the SD Character paled on the spot, then stripped naked and flattened herself to the ground right there.
To sincerely apologize, she wasn't in her chibi form anymore—she'd fully realistic'd into the winged woman from before.
What's the term? Naked dogeza?
"I'll let it slide this time for the sincerity, but say crap like that again..."
Y-Yes... Sorry...! Sure, cutting ties with Dad's connections is on me. But if I had to justify it, it was a sacrifice for the greater good—a precaution to protect this land and keep nosy third parties from getting dragged in.
"Though if I can't train that sow properly, it's all for nothing."
For some reason, if I don't train Eleonora, this land burns. I don't know the details or why, but right now, the only way—the only clue—to protect this place is training that female knight.
Sure, it looks like I'm just going to fool around with my cock every time, but strictly speaking, it's necessary to safeguard the farm.
"You're staying like that all day. Punishment. Try standing up or putting clothes on."
Y-Yes...♥ I'll stay butt-naked and prostrated like this! Until your anger fades! Well, now.
I'd tossed it out in annoyance, but her flinching reaction was a sight. She even wiggled her hips cutely, like she was inviting me to cool off. Damn, it worked wonders.
"I'll be watching you the whole time. Got it?"
Yes! Rain or snow, I'll stay naked and prostrated! To let the pink-haired girl forehead-planting naked toward me know I was watching, I detached the window live-streaming her prostration and pinned it to the corner of my view. Then I headed straight for Eleonora's pigsty.
A-Ah...! This is what they call abandonment play...?! As expected, he's gonna turn me into a loyal sow too... Now she was trembling in her "LIVE" bordered window, lost in some wild delusion. I muted the corner button to shut her up and opened the pigsty door.
"..."
Eleonora had been staring out the window, lost in thought. The instant I entered, her face soured. Well, yeah—she was wearing clothes.
Just before I left on patrol, she'd been basking in fullness, mood sky-high. Now her tension had crashed; her face was pure displeasure.
"When did you get all dressed up?"
"...Am I supposed to stay naked?"
"Obviously! Since when does a sow wear clothes?!"
"Hmph..."
Eleonora snorted at my playful scolding—a mix of disbelief and scorn, like "As if." But not yelling like before? That's progress.
"So, what filthy deed are you here for today?"
"Filthy? How many times do I have to say it's medical treatment?"
She slyly turned, flashing her ass with the anal plug bulging. The black leggings outlined it like a tail—what a tease.
"Ahem. Anyway, from your face, looks like the itch hasn't gone away..."
Eleonora's expression crumpled again.
"So, here to poke my asshole again? Or use that as an excuse to rape my pussy? If you're doing it, hurry up—I wanna enjoy the fresh air after."
She couldn't leave through the door per our rules, but leaning by the window was fine. Defiant as ever, ass out toward me, she soaked in sunlight and clean air.
"Like I said before, I'm no doctor, so for the itch on your body, I'm just covering possibilities and simple treatments."
"..."
How could she forget? Not just anything—anal beads in her asshole and now a plug steadily stretching it.
She still wouldn't look at me, but her face flushed, body subtly quivering.
"Rejoice! I dug up info and found something promising!"
"...Didn't you say worms in my body were the main cause?"
Eleonora eyed me with full distrust, waiting for my next nonsense.
I slipped out of the pigsty, approached her window, and flashed the crumpled paper from my pocket as she whipped her head away.
"...What's this? Some drawing?"
"The possibility I mentioned."
Eleonora stared through the photo, tilting her head in confusion, mumbling.
"A... bug?"
"Right! This is a mite called scabies!"
Time to spin another yarn.
"Before I explain how this bug works, strip. Everything off—no leaving anything on."
Just as expected, she looked at me with pity and disgust, but slowly reached for her armor buckles anyway.
"Listen while you strip. This scabies mite is microscopic—you can't see it. It itches subtly during the day, worse at night, right?"
"..."
Silent but not denying it. I pressed on regardless.
"This bug's active at night, so the itch peaks then. Loves dark, damp spots—groin, pussy, that area."
"Eek..."
She flinched at "pussy."