Chapter 77
Chapter 77
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 77
Chapter Title: Like Hansel and Gretel
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"Y-your house...?"
"What's that 'you bastard'? Call me Master."
She still wasn't mentally prepared for this!
Of course, Eleonora had planned to scout out where this man's house was located. That's why she'd begged to be taken outside, and to win his favor, she'd even asked him to burn her clothes, turning herself into a naked slut.
But what was this? Wasn't this way too easy?
If this was the sleazy bastard she knew, he'd surely pull some trick to hide his home—like pretending to head there in front of her, only to loop around and confuse her, or taking a completely opposite route.
That's why yesterday, he'd pretended to worry about her while wearing an eyepatch to obscure his movements, right?
'O-of course, this situation isn't bad. Honestly, thanks to that eyepatch yesterday, my body got even more sensitive, to the point where even a light breeze could make me... ahem.'
She'd veered off-topic for a moment, but the point was this:
Wasn't everything going too perfectly for her right now?
"Our sow's face is a sight to behold. That suspicious look?"
"I-I never doubted... I'm just overwhelmed with honor at the thought of going to Master's house..."
"Overwhelmed with tears of joy, or is your pussy drooling instead?"
"Yes! My pussy's throbbing so much on its own, leaking everywhere... Agh! What the hell are you making me say?!"
'Sure, it's leaking like crazy! But what's your angle since earlier?!'
Was he testing her? Or setting up some other scheme...!
Sin Seon-dong chuckled at Eleonora's squeal and reached toward her pussy.
"Wh-what...? Why are you reaching for my pussy...?"
"You'll see?"
Tensing up unconsciously, Eleonora gulped nervously, her eyes trembling as she watched his hand inch toward her crotch.
'What is he planning? Spreading my pussy open? Checking if the semen he pumped into me this morning is still there? Seeing if I'm diligently trying to get pregnant with his child?!'
This man never let her relax for a second. Even now, he was slyly confirming just how far she'd fallen and been trained—such a devious, wicked Master...
"N-no matter how much I'm Master's sex slave sow, you don't have to check like that."
"What are you talking about?"
Click!
"?"
Suddenly, the bell dangling from her clitoris snapped off in Sin Seon-dong's hand. Eleonora's eyes widened. Finally, that thing she'd desperately wanted to remove!
"Hm, looks perfect. Suits my sow just right."
"Wh-what the...?!"
But it was quickly replaced by something that belonged on a mastiff's neck—a thick iron chain collar. Eleonora's face flushed beet red.
"Y-you're not putting that on my neck? And even if... isn't it in the wrong spot...?"
"It's on perfectly straight. Doesn't this lewd sow deserve a collar like this?"
Though calling it a collar was debatable...
"Don't spout nonsense! Who said I'm your sow, you bastard?!"
"Catch your breath before you talk like that?"
"Hah... Wh-what did you... ♥"
'More importantly, do all sows get a collar chained to their clitoris...? How could this man be so brilliantly cruel!'
As far as she knew, regular slaves got large collars symbolizing their status. But she was less than a slave—a sow, viler than a back-alley whore, base and lewd.
So she didn't even qualify for a collar around her neck.
"Come on."
"Eek?!"
Clink! The chain yanked taut. Treating her like a pig unworthy of words, Sin Seon-dong mercilessly pulled the iron links in his hand. Eleonora couldn't muster any resistance before the pull on her clitoris sent her over the edge.
"It hurts, it hurts so much... ♥"
"Should've warned you before yanking? Alright, hard pull now?"
"That's not how you— Aghhh... ♥"
Every time the thick chain rattled and shook, Eleonora's massive tits jiggled in rhythm as she moaned like a bitch in heat.
She told herself she was just faking lewdness to win his favor, but in reality, she was a drooling sow with her tongue lolling out.
"W-wait, slow down... I came again... I need a break after cumming so much..."
"It's only a few minutes' walk, and you're climaxing how many times already? Think we can make it today?"
"It hurts so much... Master's yanking like that makes my clitoris feel too good, I can't hold... ♥"
"What a vulgar sow."
"Yes, I'm Master's vulgar sow... ♥"
'Laugh all you want...! I may look like this now, but I'll definitely...!'
She'd lost count of her orgasms, but with tears welling in her eyes, even she knew she was spouting nonsense.
"Can't be helped. If you make it like this, I'll give you a reward. Hang in there?"
"Reward...!"
Yes, this was it—the reason she was playing the lewd sow today, the thread of hope for escape she'd glimpsed.
"R-reward... you mean...?"
"Like I said yesterday, anything you want. Patting your pussy like before, or swapping our beds."
"P-pussy pats... ♥"
Just imagining his hand slapping and tapping her pussy made Eleonora shudder, recalling that sensation.
But why was she here? Why follow this bastard?
"Really... anything at all...?"
"Don't trust me? For our cute sow fantasizing about pussy pats even now, what wouldn't I do?"
"Hahh...!"
'Hmph, that reward will be the noose around your neck.'
Of course, this man might renege later, but Eleonora firmly believed he'd honor any reward he promised.
'He's overconfident. He suspects me but is certain I've fallen too far to fight back.'
The proof came from yesterday and this morning, when she'd screamed in pleasure nonstop under his hands.
'He doesn't even realize it was all an act! Fool.'
Ancient legends told of kings who fell for their concubines and doomed their realms.
Though called myths, unverified by witnesses, historical records suggested they were based on real events—exaggerated, perhaps, but rooted in truth.
'I'll say it again: this won't be honorable. It'll stain my pride as a knight.'
What she was about to do—flirting shamelessly, seducing him with this slutty body—was more fitting for a whore than a knight.
Yet it was the most efficient path to escape.
'Seduce this vile man obsessed with my body...!'
To escape his clutches, she'd never backed down before, yet here she was, resorting to this humiliating tactic.
"Th-then... burn my clothes right in front of me... ♥"
"Huh? You sure?"
"I told you... A slut like me, already as depraved as can be, has no face to wear clothes... ♥"
As a sow knight, what higher chivalry than this? But that didn't matter now.
'Keep some sass to tease him, pretend to give in when he grabs me, spread my pussy like a lust-fallen slut. Then he'll get hard, unable to hide his filthy desires, and...!'
Push and pull.
She couldn't go from "no way" yesterday to "I submit to Master!" overnight.
Maintain distance. Tease to make him crave her body more, but once sex started, dive in fully as his trained sow—lewd and depraved.
'I've steeled myself for it.'
There were tales of knights disguising as whores to infiltrate enemy camps (though she didn't know how they ended). It wasn't impossible.
"Well, as a reward, it can't be too easy or it'll lose meaning, right?"
"What are you planning now... Eek... ♥"
Ting~
The clear bell-like chime echoed across the farm, where morning air lingered cool and mist still shrouded the mystical haze. Eleonora's thighs slammed together.
"It's leaking out...!"
"Who knows? I could walk this blindfolded, but you're new here. Gotta leave a trail. Your signpost."
"Sign...post?"
What signpost? Doubting but shaking her head anyway, Eleonora got an innocent reply from Sin Seon-dong.
"Like Hansel and Gretel dropping breadcrumbs to find their way home..."
"Such indecency! What if someone sees? How bold can you be?! Using my pussy's leaking semen as signposts, as guides...!"
But then, he pressed his palm to her lower belly and continued.
"Showing off that my sow carried my semen in her belly? Got a problem?"
"Hehh... ♥"
As if she could complain.
'Someone might see...!'
Could she truly escape this demon to the end? Face flushed crimson, Eleonora staggered after Sin Seon-dong. More chimes rang out, and between her footprints marking her path gleamed white globs sparkling in the morning sun.