Chapter 60
Chapter 60
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 60
Chapter Title: Sunlight Disinfection
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“See? Your pussy's been itching every night, hasn't it? So every night while scratching away, you naturally started fingering...”
“Sh-shut up!! Who said I fingered my pussy till I came! And how the hell do you even know about it?!”
I'd asked the same thing earlier when I went to feed her,
but honestly, it was so blatantly obvious that I didn't even need to ask.
Otherwise, how else would her pussy get so developed that just a light finger tease would make her cum? She'd been secretly training it herself every night under the guise of 'just playing around', and this was the result.
For the record, I never said anything that explicit, but Eleonora squeezed her eyes shut and shrieked anyway, as if recalling her nightly masturbation marathons.
And for another record, nine out of ten parts of this scabies story I'm spinning are total bullshit.
But when you can't sell a soul-deep lie, you weave deception from plausible facts and slivers of truth—lies that stick to your tongue like parasites.
Normally, if Eleonora really had scabies, I'd have caught it too after rubbing up against her so many times, but her lack of knowledge covers that gap.
“So that damn bug is why I...?”
“Sure, the itchy ass could be from parasites inside you, or maybe these mites. Probably picked 'em up hanging around with the pigs in the pigsty.”
“If it weren't for this mithril ring...!”
Eleonora, already naked with practiced ease, thrust her pussy toward me at the window like a complaint, proudly displaying her now-permanently erect clitoris and the gleaming mithril piercing dangling from it.
“If I could just use my mana properly, these pathetic mites...”
“But it might not even be mites? Anyway, there are specific ways to get rid of scabies, so don't just shove your pussy out like that.”
“Eek?!”
She blushed and quickly hid it at my words, but showing her pussy to me so casually, as if it were natural, meant her shame as a woman was fading when it came to exposing herself naked to me.
And especially, her pussy glistening with wetness from my gaze alone, without any touch, was a perfect measure of this female knight's growing lewdness.
Good sign.
From here on, the training I'd planned for later might get a tailwind.
“But if that's the case, why were my breasts and n-nipples so itchy? According to you, those bugs prefer damp spots—”
“You were wearing armor.”
“What does that have to do with anything? Don't tell me... you're using this as an excuse to strip me naked...!”
I do want her naked forever, but I can't let that show. I gave her perky nipples and heaving breasts a pitiful once-over and spoke.
“You sweat buckets every night masturbating to calm your dripping, slutty pussy—how could your armor not trap all that moisture?”
“H-hngh...!”
Eleonora trembled at my words exposing her shameful acts yet again.
“For now, I'm confiscating your clothes and armor. Hand 'em over.”
“What?! So you finally show your true colors!!”
Eleonora swiftly hid her clothes out of my reach, as if to say 'I knew you'd pull this!'. But judging by her tone alone—does this female knight even realize she's getting secretly excited right now?
She's getting off on showing me her naked body, yet pretending otherwise—does she not see she's the one hiding her true feelings, not me?
“I said 'for now'! Who's stealing them?!”
“I-I don't care about the rest, but not these! What am I supposed to wear without them?!”
“A sow like you talking about clothes?”
“Eeek...!?”
Since I'd already told her before that I'd make her live naked forever, Eleonora refused even more vehemently to hand over her clothes.
“Give me a reason! Tell me why I have to hand my clothes over to a bastard like you!”
“Those mites could be in your clothes too. Like I said, they're too small to see, so they could be clinging to your clothes or armor. That's why we're washing them—confiscated for now.”
“W-washing?”
Eleonora blinked dumbly, as if the words from my mouth were utterly alien.
“You haven't washed those clothes once since coming here, so yeah, time to wash 'em. Plus, those bugs hate sunlight, so drying them in blazing sun will kill 'em off.”
For the record, in the modern world, there are scabies creams, but no need to mention that here.
“Sun-drying them? Then you don't need to take the clothes! Just hang 'em by the window!”
“Fair point. Damn, too bad. I was gonna sneakily burn 'em and claim they got lost.”
“Hmph!”
Eleonora snorted triumphantly, as if she'd seen through my scheme. But then she noticed something, her face suddenly flushing crimson as she stared at me with trembling eyes.
“Th-they're weak to sunlight...?”
“Yup.”
“D-does that mean... m-me too? I need sunlight too...!?”
“Yeah, naked sun-drying.”
“?!?!?!”
I'd heard it once in the military.
Once scabies spreads, they shave all body hair and sun-dry. I thought it was primitive at first, but even sources recommend sun-drying bedding and clothes since it hates light—so it's not useless.
Of course, for Eleonora—who doesn't have scabies—it'll have a different effect.
“W-wait a second... The only spot in this pigsty that gets sunlight is this window...?”
“Correct.”
“So you're telling me to stand right here at this window?!”
“Naked, in your favorite pose for some sunbathing.”
Favorite pose?
At my thunderbolt command to sunbathe naked, her already ragged breathing turned to full-on panting.
“Ridiculous! In such a lewd pose! Y-you want me standing like that all day?!”
“Do I need to explain more? Come on, strike the pose already.”
“Haa... F-fine... B-but I have no choice... no choice at all...!”
Perfect, absolutely perfect.
If she's like this now, I wonder how she'll hold up later.
“Y-you pervert... How dare you make a woman stand naked in broad daylight, p-pussy fully exposed...!?”
“And if someone passes by, they might catch a glimpse of your flapping pussy.”
“Sh-showing it to others...!?”
Haa! Haa!
If it were winter, she'd see her own hot breath—proof of how slutty she's become. The fresh green trees and grass were hateful for hiding that.
Her nipples and clitoris, now reacting even to my teasing words, barely needed explanation,
and a trail of drool leaked from the corners of her mouth as she shrieked denials.
“I'll kill you... For watching my humiliation over and over, enjoying it, forcing me into this...!”
Unlike my expectation that I'd need to push her again, Eleonora—shaking violently—licked her lips lightly and slowly, slowly spread her legs.
“I'll kill you. Definitely. So burn this sight into your eyes right now...!”
Her words sounded like cool pre-final-strike dialogue, but reality was this female knight panting as she assumed the lewd pose at my command, craving my gaze on her slutty form.
Honestly, I'd seen her naked more than clothed, and Eleonora knew that better than anyone.
Yet she glared furiously, scraping the floor with her heels.
Like she was drawing eyes with a 'Something's happening here—come check it out!' vibe.
I'd watch anyway, so why direct my gaze to her feet like that?
Stroking my chin like a truth-seeking scholar, I traced the sound to her pale ankle—and a thin stream glistening in the sunlight, trickling down.
“Now you're advertising your slut hole's location? You idiot.”
Her hands already behind her head, thrusting out her armpits and tits again—was she begging for commentary?
I promptly stepped away from the window and back into the pigsty.
◇◇◇◆◇◇◇ “How's the search going?”
A woman with fiery red hair evoking a beautiful sunset and a small silver tiara atop her head spoke toward the crystal orb on her desk.
Her blue military uniform contrasted sharply with her hair, complemented by a gem-encrusted silver tiara.
And on one wall of this office hung knight's armor emblazoned with the royal family's blue lily—hinting at her status.
Right after she spoke, a delicate, noble figure with light purple hair and a white veil embroidered with golden threads appeared in the orb, speaking cautiously.
-Our church has dispatched two Holy Knights based on sightings and traces of Lady Eleonora...
“...Was there a problem?”
Holy Knights of the Goddess. Their disappearances—alongside the female knight they were tracking—heroes who'd purged countless monsters and barbarians from this continent.
Each a master-level powerhouse, key to the Goddess Church's influence rivaling the royals, devoted solely to the Goddess and her Saintess. Two vanishing at once?
Instead of the light-purple-haired woman, a silver-haired ponytail woman standing steadfast beside her bowed to the redhead.
-Lady Eleonora was last sighted at the foothills of the Black Mountains in the north, where suspicious activity has been noted lately. We urgently sent four Holy Knights, but two died in combat with hostile groups during the mission. The remaining two reported in... then went silent.
Like the armor on the redhead's wall, the silver-haired woman wore silver plate armor symbolizing a knight,
but hers bore a red cross—full plate. The redhead replied.
“We'll mobilize all available forces, including myself and the entire knight order. Priority on finding the missing Holy Knights.”
Despite repeated requests to the mage tower's grand mage for the continent's strongest's disappearance, their inertia forced cooperation with the church and direct dispatches. And now, missing?
The redhead voiced her intent to mobilize everything, but the silver ponytail bowed again.
-We are grateful for Your Highness's mercy despite our failures. But the Black Mountains are our church's long-standing quest—a holy site we must reclaim. Moreover...
“Moreover?”
-Lady Saintess received a divine oracle regarding the Black Mountains recently.
“!!”
A divine oracle? She'd heard the church hadn't received any from the Goddess since the great purge. When?
But that wasn't the point now.
-A new apostle of another god will descend upon the Black Mountains, the sacred land where our Goddess once walked.
“An apostle of a god?”
Another who could speak to gods in this world, besides the Saintess—the sole conduit to the Goddess?
At the redhead's words, the light-purple-haired woman—eyes shining—spoke solemnly.
-But this apostle is not of Her flock. Only the Saintess and her closest servant shall head to the Black Mountains to stop her.
A divine oracle naming the Saintess and her top Holy Knight Captain directly?!
As the tense redhead stared at the orb, the Saintess spoke to her.
-This is a divine oracle—no, a holy war—bestowed solely upon our church, myself, and Joanna.
Grand Master Eleonora's disappearance, suspicious movements at the Black Mountains, and now a holy war?
Coincidence?
Ending the orb communication, the redhead sank into the plush chair behind her and muttered.
“Aaaah... Eleonora, my friend... Where have you gotten tangled up, and in what...? Don't tell me, just maybe, captured by someone and turned into a total mess...!?”
Shaking, she took a deep breath, then vigorously shook her head, dismissing it as absurd—certain her friend would reappear dramatically somewhere.
◇◇◇◆◇◇◇ “Hnnngh... I-I'm cumming, cumming again... in my asshole, cumming in my asshole again...♥”
Somewhere, a platinum blonde female knight arched her chest back dramatically in ecstasy.