Chapter 73
Chapter 73
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 73
Chapter Title: Repulsion
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“...”
Why was it always like this?
Why was it that she was the one who endured all the training and humiliation, yet the shame had to be hers alone as well? Eleonora muttered to herself, her face flushing red as she lay sprawled on her bed—or what passed for one, a heap of straw—struggling to catch her breath.
“...I nearly passed out again.”
She had felt like her body was melting away. That vile man's hands had ravaged her entire body, and his monstrous cock—which treated a woman's pussy like his personal toilet—had filled her with semen so many times that she worried she might actually get pregnant this time.
The occasional piss he sprayed inside her midway through was just icing on the cake, but that wasn't the point.
“He's clearly insane... doing such horrific things...!”
No matter how much she'd been trained by him, the act of urinating inside a normal woman's pussy was something that should provoke a natural, physiological repulsion in any woman, regardless of whether their hearts were aligned or not.
But what about her? Every time he said he was going to piss in her pussy, she hadn't demanded he pull out or resisted—instead, she'd smiled lewdly as if giving him permission, even kissing him and mixing their tongues, welcoming those acts.
“It couldn't have been... a dream... This time, I swore I wouldn't lose to him, that I absolutely wouldn't pass out, and I endured and endured...”
She had climaxed from his intravaginal urination just thirty minutes ago, so there was no way her memory was distorted.
“Hoo...”
The moment she unwittingly admitted to herself that sex with him felt good, a wave of fatigue washed over her body like the tide. A Grand Master's body shouldn't tire from mere sexual activity, but today it was more mental exhaustion than physical.
She had left the pigsty, gone outside, and even then, been left naked with her eyes covered, nearly raped by goblins, and after that...
“...”
Eleonora rolled over, lay on her back staring at the ceiling, then propped herself up slightly on her elbows and looked down at her own body.
Her massive breasts—too big to fit properly in one hand—rose and fell with her breathing, and she stared at the two pink nipples bobbing at regular intervals atop those milk mountains, like the sun that had now sunk beyond the western horizon. Eleonora muttered,
“Are they really that great...?”
She had no idea how much abuse they'd endured today, but her breasts were a garden of red and purple bruises, and her nipples—swollen taut, showing no sign of settling—spoke for themselves.
“He kneaded them like he was trying to burst them, twisted my nipples mercilessly...”
Even when she'd begged him to stop, those rough hands callused from hard labor mauled her relentlessly, and his greedy maw and teeth bit to their heart's content. Of course they'd end up a mess.
“They don't even fit in my hand, yet he's so greedy...”
Later, when one hand wasn't enough, he'd grabbed them with both, yanking like he was trying to rip them off. That childish frustration had even made her burst out laughing for a moment.
Of course, she was seeing the price for that right now with her own eyes.
As she inspected the wreckage his hands had made of every inch of her body, lowering her gaze, her eyes reached her crotch—which had suffered even more than her breasts today.
Eleonora scowled fiercely and muttered,
“He pounded me like a dog in heat. Was he really dead set on turning my pussy into a complete, worn-out slut hole?!”
It was an utter disaster. Her lush platinum pubic hair, like her head, was caked white with dried semen like frost-covered branches, and her pussy—still gushing out piss-mixed cum—was lucky not to be torn.
“What if it never closes properly...?!”
Her once tightly virginal pussy was gone, replaced by a lewd female hole gaping hungrily as if searching for some male cock.
‘Eight creampies, and even after that, he pissed in my pussy twice more...’
Later, he'd fetched a water bottle and chugged it right in front of her on purpose.
She'd been too lost in endless orgasm hell to stop him properly, her tongue lolling, but she vowed to prevent it next time. She vowed again and again.
Of course, whether her vows would make a difference was another matter, but still—like punishing her naughty pussy that squealed so eagerly for that man's cock—Eleonora glared at her crotch,
then suddenly blushed, wondering what she was thinking, and glanced softly at her palm.
“What am I even thinking...? What was I thinking, wasting such a golden opportunity...!”
In that prime chance to extract useful escape information from him, what did she say? Pussy pat pat!
No wonder he gained even more confidence to humiliate her. He must have laughed at her inwardly while pretending otherwise.
But since she herself had given him the opening, Eleonora couldn't muster any curses. She just trembled, dry-washed her face, then gently pulled her hand away and looked at her palm again.
“But it felt good. Pat pat...”
A gentle touch apologizing for leaving her like that and nearly making her look pathetic, brimming with affection for his sow.
Just the memory made the knots in her heart unravel and brought a smile to her lips. She could hardly believe it was the same hand that always trained her, extending its filthy grasp.
“The way it playfully smacked my pussy mound like this, or pressed firmly as if spreading it with his fingers—those felt good too, but still...”
Maybe the best was when it cupped her pussy completely in one hand with a satisfying thwup.
“Heh heh, does my pussy please him that much...? Does he crave this Eleonora that badly? How utterly vile and ugly...!”
Her words didn't match the silly grin she couldn't wipe off her face. But it faded quickly, and with her blue eyes hardening back to their knightly resolve, she turned her gaze to her armor in the corner of the pigsty.
“This won't do. I finally realized it today. I thought I'd been resisting his training well all this time, but he's dyed my body with his color more than I imagined.”
Even now, it was true.
No matter how good it felt, smiling at the hands of the man who trained and humiliated her? No, the very fact that she considered it good was the problem.
His goal was her.
To thoroughly train her into a lewd sow knight who served him. Already, she naturally let out vulgar moans at his touch,
reported every orgasm to him without fail, and unwittingly called him Master while coquettishly nuzzling him.
By the time she realized it was too late, it really was—everything except parts of her mind and body had already surrendered to him and the pleasure he gave.
“Hiiih... s-semen's dripping...♥”
See? She was just crawling toward her armor, and the feel of semen trickling down her thigh nearly made her cum.
And her voice? Now it was sweetly laced with lust, like it was the most natural thing.
The old her would have gritted her teeth or bitten her lip, berating her pathetic self. But reality was her flailing like a bitch in heat, tongue lolling—a sow on the brink of total depravity.
“...”
Finally reaching her armor, Eleonora stood and began pulling on the black leggings.
Semen dripped between her legs, but she ignored it, fully donning the leggings, then the sports bra that always screamed against her massive tits, before collapsing again to strap on her armor.
As she roughly donned the armor and reached to buckle it,
Eleonora muttered blankly,
“It itches... unbearably...!”
The moment she clothed her body in clothes and armor, an overwhelming discomfort assaulted her. Like water and oil, perhaps. Every time she reached for the buckles, the urge to strip surged in her mind.
“Why now... why of all times...!”
Armor always brought stinging and itching, but never this level of ‘disgust’. She'd felt similar unease before, but never wanted to remove it.
She hadn't lived long, but she'd always taken pride in donning this armor as her life's honor. This made it even more absurd.
Honestly, she wanted to think Sin Seon-dong had done something stupid to her again, but the timing was too perfect.
“Why today of all days, and right now with these thoughts...!”
A offhand remark from Sin Seon-dong during an exam when she'd felt off flashed in her mind.
-Aren't you just hating clothes so much your body's rejecting them?
“Ah...”
Back then, she'd dismissed it as nonsense and growled at him never to speak it again.
And rightly so—that implied she, Eleonora, was feigning illness to bare her skin to someone, coquettishly begging to be stripped.
Acknowledging it would mean admitting she wanted to shed this armor—symbol of her honor and pride as a knight now swordless—toss it aside, expose her tits and pussy, and climax under his gaze like a whore.
She didn't want to admit having such perversions.
But today—precisely today.
After baring her naked body to someone (not human, but still), was it mere coincidence that she now hated dressing?
Was the pleasure from the bandits' gazes on her nudity that day, and what she felt today under those eyes, just coincidence?
“He's trying to take even this from me—everything, all of me as a human...!”
Unable to bear it, she frantically stripped off the armor and clothes, hugging her naked body as she muttered,
“It's not certain yet. Whether he tampered with me, or if I really just hate wearing clothes...!”
This won't do.
I need to do something. But how? Trapped like this, how?
“There must be... a way... somewhere... I don't know...”
Riiip
Maybe it was closer than she thought.