Chapter 65
Chapter 65
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 65
Chapter Title: A Short Break
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Rumble! Rumble!
[More than that, this washing machine—I've thought about it before, but it really looks so convenient? You don't have to wash everything by hand; just press a few buttons and it does the laundry...]
The SD Character was utterly fascinated by the sight of the clothes tumbling round and round inside the cylindrical drum, getting soaked in water and foam. Every time the drum spun, it twisted its head this way and that, following the laundry as it rolled about.
"If I could, I'd just toss this armor in there and let it wash itself."
⚙ SYSTEM NOTIFICATION ⚙ Just throw it in! Who cares if it gets dented? What can a puny thing like that do to it anyway?! "That's not what you'd say if the washing machine broke! More importantly, you! You said you'd spend the whole day prostrating yourself and begging forgiveness, so why are you yapping away on your own?"
⚙ SYSTEM NOTIFICATION ⚙ Eek?! B-but my legs hurt! I love the full-body tingles from neglect play, but cramps in my legs... "Do it."
⚙ SYSTEM NOTIFICATION ⚙ Ugh! Y-yes sir! Did it really think I'd forgive it that easily? The SD Character resumed its live broadcast of its true self, flinging off the chiton draped over its body with wild abandon.
⚙ SYSTEM NOTIFICATION ⚙ Heehee, hehe... Y-you're watching my strip show...! "Perverted bitch."
⚙ SYSTEM NOTIFICATION ⚙ ...♥ It called it a strip show, but since it was only wearing a single thin layer of chiton anyway, one swing of its arms was all it took to strip completely naked. It pretended to cover its breasts and pussy with its hands for a moment before flattening itself prostrate on the spot.
"Stay there and reflect properly."
⚙ SYSTEM NOTIFICATION ⚙ Y-yes, Maaaster... I'm so sorry for acting on my own...! It had been kowtowing toward me earlier, but now it turned around to expose its ass, showing off its tightly clenched pussy between its pale white soles.
I glared at it to make sure it wouldn't pull any tricks, then immediately started wiping down Eleonora's armor with a wet cloth.
"Anyway, if the morning session goes well, maybe I should boldly show her the pleasures of outdoor exposure this afternoon?"
Judging from how Eleonora had eagerly sucked my cock that morning—not stopping there, but happily gulping down my semen without a hint of resistance, achieving what you'd call semen climax—the process of acclimating this female knight's body to the taste of my cock and semen was proceeding smoothly.
"She's probably fiddling with those anal beads stuffed in her rear pussy right now, no doubt."
Hell, she might even be climaxing at this very moment. But considering the training I had planned for her this afternoon and the risks that came with it, I couldn't afford to just chuckle to myself imagining her state.
Of course, I'd have to see how the morning training went first, but if—if it was okay to proceed...
Then, with a sudden ding, a message window popped up in front of me.
The SD Character was still trembling in ecstasy from prostrating naked before me, too busy to send messages, so this had to be from someone in that other world.
Wondering if something had happened, I opened the message window.
⚙ SYSTEM NOTIFICATION ⚙ New neighbors have moved in around the home where Someone from Another World's family lives! "Neighbors?"
From previous observations via message windows and such, I knew Someone from Another World was being chased by some group. New neighbors already?
⚙ SYSTEM NOTIFICATION ⚙ Someone from Another World is overjoyed about the new neighbors who've moved in and is preparing to hold a feast! They're barely scraping by for food themselves, yet they're throwing a feast just because new neighbors showed up? Well, being hunted means they can only trust their family. For him to welcome them so joyfully, they must be welcome acquaintances.
Comrades, you could say.
Comrades who, like him, fled here with their persecuted families.
Even if they didn't face the crisis side by side, that very fact might forge an even tighter bond than blood family.
Anyway, it said "neighbors" plural, but no exact number. Since they called it a feast rather than just a meal, it seemed like more than one or two.
⚙ SYSTEM NOTIFICATION ⚙ Someone from Another World begins proselytizing to the new neighbors, spreading the greatness of Breeder! ⚙ SYSTEM NOTIFICATION ⚙ Someone from Another World explains Breeder's greatness and the miracle he witnessed, but the newly arrived neighbors don't believe him! ⚙ SYSTEM NOTIFICATION ⚙ Someone from Another World is outraged at his foolish new neighbors for denying Breeder's existence and refusing to believe him. 📜 FORCED QUEST 📜 Show a Miracle to the Neighbors—Anything Will Do!
"...?"
The messages zipped by like they were conspiring among themselves, then suddenly a quest dropped on me. And it was labeled forced, meaning no escaping it.
Only one creature around here could pull this kind of stunt, so I immediately glared at it.
"Hey."
⚙ SYSTEM NOTIFICATION ⚙ Flinch! No sooner had I spoken than its snowy white ass, covered in pink hair, shook violently.
"You? The one who sent this forced quest?"
⚙ SYSTEM NOTIFICATION ⚙ I-I don't know anything about that! I'm in the middle of reflecting naked as Breeder ordered—what time would I have for that?! Even as it said that, the little slut's pussy was getting wet in real time, like it was dripping cold sweat from being prodded.
Some people show it on their faces when they lie, they say.
Judging by that flood of pussy juices right now, this one must be the type that leaks love fluids when pricked by its conscience.
'In some ways, even more perverted than Eleonora.'
I wanted to whip its ass right then, but unfortunately, I had no way to touch it, so I just said,
"So, what exactly am I supposed to show them?"
⚙ SYSTEM NOTIFICATION ⚙ A-anything... A miracle only Breeder can perform, I suppose? Still thinking it'd fooled me, mumbling vaguely like that. Since it was forced, I'd have to send something anyway, and right now, all I had ready was pigs and pig shit mixed with chaff.
"Pig shit can go later as fertilizer, so... hm."
Last time I sent 20, and now with more people, I hit the shipment button for exactly 40—no more, no less.
I wanted to dump hundreds at once, but they'd struggle to feed and manage that many without food to spare, so I'd send them in batches.
Immediately, a deposit notification pinged on my phone, and message windows flooded in.
⚙ SYSTEM NOTIFICATION ⚙ Someone from Another World sees Breeder's gift descending with holy light and begins to pray! ⚙ SYSTEM NOTIFICATION ⚙ The new neighbors kneel alongside Someone from Another World right there! ⚙ SYSTEM NOTIFICATION ⚙ Someone from Another World sheds tears upon witnessing Breeder's greatness and yet another miracle bestowed upon them! I ignored the endless stream of dizzying messages about worship, prayers, and growing followers, focusing instead on cleaning Eleonora's armor.
⚙ SYSTEM NOTIFICATION ⚙ The new neighbors declare that a god has descended upon this miraculous land, worship Breeder, and rush out to gather their comrades! That message alone made it obvious what was happening over there.
If I sent a message telling them to chill, they'd probably cry, "God has responded!" and start praying to me even more—I could already picture it.
"It's a quest even if forced, but no rewards?"
⚙ SYSTEM NOTIFICATION ⚙ Ughhh!! Stop talking to me!! This ruins the neglect play!! And for rewards... we already gave that much money... D-don't tell me you want me?! Oh ho.
⚙ SYSTEM NOTIFICATION ⚙ No way... Every day I just watch like this, spending lonely nights in agony while Breeder forgets about me and plays only with sows... Earlier it was whining about leg cramps, but now it was acting tough, face planted on the ground, spitting out retorts.
I've felt it before, but this thing really makes you want to flick its forehead.
Fine, let's see how long it can keep that up. As I continued wiping the armor, the washing machine—which had been happily spinning Eleonora's clothes—started beeping merrily, like it was singing a song of completion after its long labor.
"Right on time."
Exactly at lunchtime, it signaled the wash was done. I approached, pulled out Eleonora's clothes, and loaded them onto the handcart with some nearby clothespins, stacking them neatly just like before.
Then, pushing the cart toward Eleonora's pigsty, the pigsty grew noisy right on cue as feeding time began.
-Oink! Oiiink!
Pushing through the clamor of the pigs came the sows' wails. Any lingering anxiety in my chest washed away, I headed lightly toward the pigsty.
And there, I spotted a sow plunging anal beads in and out of her asshole pussy, climaxing away.
"Hm! As expected, the sunlight disinfection did her good—she looks in great shape?"