Chapter 7
Chapter 7
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 7
Chapter Title: Clipping the Tusks
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"By the way, it's softer than I expected. I felt it when I spanked your ass earlier too, but I was so caught up in other thoughts back then that I figured I must have been imagining things."
"Where... do you think you're sitting?! Get off me...!"
The muscles bulging on her forearms, capable of swinging that greatsword like a pair of chopsticks, her wide hips perfect for easy childbirth and befitting a sow, covered by those tight black leggings that hinted at her firm, plump thighs.
Even at an age under thirty (though it's a bit awkward for me, younger than her, to say it), her body showed the effort she'd put into reaching that realm. Contrary to my worries that it might feel rock-hard to the touch,
the softness and coziness pressing against my ass felt just like sinking into a high-end sofa, as if telling me that appearances weren't everything.
"By the way, how stereotypically slutty is this outfit for a damsel in distress Female Knight?"
"Nngh...!"
Leather gauntlets around her shoulders for swinging that greatsword, and chest armor that left her midriff completely exposed—probably to allow free twisting of her waist.
Even though the greatsword offered immense destructive power at the cost of mobility and agility, she willingly abandoned any defense for her stomach to guarantee that raw power—a true high-risk, high-reward weapon.
Its sheer weight and size could whip up winds like a massive fan just from a swing, so the openings it created were obvious targets.
And sure enough, the sow's impressively defined abs bore several old scars from slashes. All of them looked at least a few years old.
"Once she reached that realm, no one was left who could even scratch her anymore."
At 181cm, tall for a female, she'd risen to the ranks of the strongest before thirty while wielding a greatsword with her woman's body—a peerless genius, no exaggeration.
So how did a Female Knight like that end up as a sow, pinned helplessly under my ass?
"I tried to resolve this peacefully, but you bared your fangs at me first. So now I've cast aside any pangs of conscience and feel like breaking you in without mercy."
"Why... why can't I stand up...?!"
Kiiik! Kigikiiik!!
The silver gauntlets on her hands scraped furiously against the floor, mirroring their owner's rage, but no matter how hard she tried, there was nothing she could do.
"I told you, I'm the strong one, and you're the weak one."
"You bastard, you bastard...! If it weren't for these cowardly tricks, I'd cut you down right now, just like those thieves, bandits, and slave hunters from yesterday...!"
Eleonora sweated like it was raining down her whole body, grinding her teeth in utter fury. But for some reason, my cock—which had been lying still inside her—suddenly swelled up hard, bulging like it was about to burst free.
"What...?! Hmph, I saw it earlier too, but even with this muscle-packed body, you're getting horny for a male like me...?!"
What the hell? Why had my cock suddenly gotten erect?
Sure, I'd seen captured Female Knights plenty in comics or games, but was it because this one was about to become a sow and get trained in real life?
I tabled the question for later.
Staying seated firmly on Eleonora, I continued inspecting every inch of her body.
'She said she set out on a journey to find a new realm... But this tattered cloak suggests it wasn't just sightseeing. Full of holes, slashes, and tears, it's proof she's been fighting nonstop.'
She had no worthy opponents—that much was clear not just to her but to me after glimpsing her status window. So why?
Trash like the bandits, thieves, and slave hunters she'd mentioned.
I got that she was full of a sense of justice, but...
Really? Go out of your way for that?
"You cut down those bandit gangs?"
"That's right! If I could, I'd drag you along with their headless corpses to show you...!"
Kigik, kkik... kkik...
'Is there... any chance?'
Shelving the doubt in my mind for now, I examined her outfit more closely and stroked the black leggings clinging to her hips—defenseless both front and back, except for the minimal armor plating.
"Eek... Take your filthy hands off me right now!"
"For swinging that greatsword, you wear iron boots from foot to shin to brace your wide stance, but your ass and pussy get zero protection? Does that even make sense?"
"P-Pu...?! How dare you insult me with such vulgar words...?!"
The hip plates offered the barest defense and could probably be knocked off with a flick of my fingers.
⚙ SYSTEM NOTIFICATION ⚙ ［So what're you gonna do about it! Rape her, obviously! Fuck her into a total mess until she can't live without the Breeder's cock...!］ "That's the natural order of things, sure, but that alone won't corrupt this Female Knight."
“Filthy bastard… can’t even fuck a woman without using despicable, underhanded tricks…”
"Why are you even a woman? You're a sow. The pig still thinks it's human."
"Kh...?!"
She must be dying to kill me for the nonstop degradation, but her body wouldn't obey—how frustrating. Not that I'd know.
"Do you know what they do when a pig is born?"
"..."
Eleonora didn't answer. She knew whatever she said, I'd just use it to humiliate her more, so she clamped her mouth shut. But her eyes suggested she was pondering how to hurl the most humiliating insult back at me.
"When a pig is born, first thing they do is clip its teeth."
"...Clip its teeth?"
Eleonora muttered in disbelief.
Sure enough, medieval murals and paintings of pig farming showed their pigs looking like wild boars with prominent tusks, not much different from today's feral ones.
She was probably thinking the same about the pigs around here now.
"To stop them from biting. These things get stressed and chew off the tails of the pigs next to them—they spread the misery around. And from suckling so hard as piglets, they wound their mothers with those fangs. But in the end, they're just livestock, merchandise. You can't have damage on the product, right?"
"..."
She had no idea what I was getting at, but she stayed silent, watching to see where this went.
"Next, they dock the tails. Like I said, stressed pigs target tails most, so docking prevents retaliation chains. Cut it off at the source."
Eleonora now stared blankly at the pigs around her, who stared back.
"Not calling it cruel or anything?"
"Livestock exists to be eaten by humans. What's the point in pitying beasts like that?"
"How about a little species solidarity? You're a sow too, looks aside."
"Who're you calling a sow?!"
All she could do was yell, so Eleonora vented her rage that way, as if proving she wouldn't break.
"What comes after... well, I'll show you on your body later."
"Hmph, I can guess. Planning to rape me with that pathetic thing?"
"There's a fine word—cock—so note it for correction later. Anyway, I was gonna give you time to adjust here, but your arrogance changed my plans. Today, we'll make damn sure you understand your place."
With that, I grabbed the nearby toolbox, and a message window popped up.
⚙ SYSTEM NOTIFICATION ⚙ ［Sow Training Toolbox］ Did everything on the farm grounds get updated, including this pen?
I opened the box and pulled out a wrench. Eleonora stared at the bizarre tool I'd never seen before.
"Hmph, gonna torture me to break my spirit? You think a kingdom's Female Knight would submit to you through something like that?!"
Hm? What was this...
A nagging sense of wrongness kept surfacing, but it wasn't important right now.
I held up the suspiciously shiny wrench and spoke.
"You've got a rough idea what this is for, huh? But to correct you a bit— what you're thinking of is pliers for pulling nails or teeth. This is a wrench."
"W-Wrench?"
"I don't know the dictionary definition or anything, but anyway, why's it in a pigsty—"
Before I finished, Eleonora flushed beet red and started yelling again.
"You're going to clip my teeth...! Already using that tool to break me by targeting my teeth!"
Kigik... kigik...
"Hm... Not for you. Well, it is for you, but not on you..."
"What are you talking about? Not on me?"
Torture tools right in front of her, but not for torturing her? Eleonora tilted her head in genuine curiosity. But when I reached for her greatsword, her flushed face drained to pale horror.
"I told you earlier, right? About clipping pigs' teeth—tusks, precisely, but teeth nonetheless."
"What are you doing?! Stop it right now! I said stop!"
She realized what I was up to as I grabbed her greatsword—her knightly pride itself—and inspected it. She screamed, but my hands showed no mercy.
"Are you deaf?! I might forgive you touching my sword, so let go now and I'll change your death from beheading to strangling! D-Did you hear me?!"
Eleonora scrambling on all fours to shield her sword from me was quite the sight.