Chapter 78
Chapter 78
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 78
Chapter Title: Exploration
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Eleonora arrived at Sin Seon-dong's house after enduring what felt like endless trials and tribulations—each second dragging on like a year in her subjective mind—only to find it was a terribly ordinary brick house, nothing like what she'd imagined.
'I was sure he'd have some cave-like hideout tucked away somewhere... but this is just too...?'
The courtyard held an odd iron cart—Sin Seon-dong called it an "automobile," that bizarre contraption—covered in dust and dirt, along with a floor paved from gleaming processed stone, and more.
It wasn't so astonishing that it made her head spin just looking at it, but since her task was to win over this bastard while gathering intel on him, Eleonora meticulously etched every detail into her eyes and memory, from the smallest pebble to the tiny garden plot in the yard.
'Given how readily he brought me here without resistance, is he planning to lure me inside and trap me with some cowardly trick again? Turning this place into my new pen...♥'
Now, even just sitting still was enough to flood her mind with nonstop lewd thoughts.
There was that saying about a healthy mind in a healthy body, but the reverse could hold true too—would stepping foot in here make her lose herself the moment she crossed the threshold? Was entering this place truly the right choice? Had she acted too hastily?
"What're you doing? Come on in."
"I... I just need a moment to prepare myself... Don't yank the chain... ahh!"
In the end, she was dragged inside by Sin Seon-dong's hand, but what was this? Far from the demon king's castle she'd toppled in the past that she'd imagined, his house was utterly mundane.
Clothes strewn about like he lived alone and didn't care, furniture in disarray, bedding haphazardly piled up.
She'd expected the home of someone who wielded strange powers strong enough to restrain her to be overflowing with magical artifacts crafted by a mage tower sage, but this was completely different.
'This place is just... so...?!'
It was simply an ordinary house. A bit cluttered with odd furniture here and there.
Things that looked like liquor bottles scattered about, or luxury items like the super plush sofa she was sitting on now.
The black rectangular box hanging on the wall over there, or the weird tool he'd used to spray her with water earlier—they sparked considerable curiosity in her, but now wasn't the time to get distracted by such trifles.
'My sword must be somewhere in here...?'
The warehouse right next to the house was packed with all sorts of bizarre tools, so hiding a greatsword as long and massive as Eleonora's 180cm frame was impossible. That meant her sword was likely somewhere inside the house.
No, she could instinctively feel it—her sword was here.
'He told me to wait nicely...'
As if!
She'd clearly seen him step out to prepare burning her clothes, but wary of any secret passages he might have rigged, Eleonora stealthily detected for his presence as she rose from her seat.
'Considering the damp weather conditions right now, it'll take him quite a while to burn my clothes. I need to search the house quickly while I have this chance.'
Where could he have hidden it?
For him to boldly bring her into his own home like this, he must have some confidence backing it up.
She'd lost her sword the moment she was first captured here—not to mention, that greatsword was a symbol of her pride, bestowed upon her directly by Her Majesty the Queen along with her duty to protect the royal family. It encapsulated the essence of her short life.
Her precious sword she couldn't help but feel attached to.
Where on earth was it? Leaving the comfortable sofa she'd felt in ages behind, Eleonora took a step forward.
Clang.
"Kuh... Come to think of it, that bastard left the chain dangling from my clitoris without unfastening it...!?"
He'd really treated her like a dog, dragging her around. Whenever the bell jingled and her pussy dripped semen in response, making her flustered, he'd yank the chain; if she protested, he'd ring the bell again. Rinse and repeat.
"To subject me to such humiliation...!"
Of course, if he asked whether she hadn't enjoyed climaxing repeatedly in front of him with her nipples stiff, orgasming every three steps, she'd have no retort.
'That's exactly why I must escape. I've become a lascivious bitch who welcomes even that shame with arousal...!'
Time was short. If more passed like this, her thoroughly depraved slutty self would surely swear obedience to him and become the "breeding sow" he'd spoken of.
A female knight corrupted by lust, devoting everything to one man's cock, forsaking all for his pleasure and her Cock-sama.
'I'm even starting to think that life isn't so bad... I have to get out of here quick before my resolve wavers...'
Otherwise, she'd lose not just her knighthood but her humanity, reduced to a mere beast. That's why she'd embarked on this dangerous gamble.
Even if she failed, she'd just end up as his sow anyway—she was in no position to hold back. She couldn't miss this moment.
"Worried I'd run, so he tied a heavy dumbbell to the chain on top of everything...!"
But as she steeled herself and took a step, a massive dumbbell dragged down from between her legs.
Unlike the small one he'd attached to her anal beads before, this was a hefty chunk of iron that looked heavy just from sight.
The chain was wrapped around its handle, and as Eleonora stood, it dangled pendulously between her thighs.
"You think something like this will make me give up...!?"
The dumbbell was so heavy she could barely walk properly, so like outside earlier, she shuffled along bow-legged.
"Hig...♥"
'With every step, the dumbbell swings like a pendulum... pulling on my clitoris...♥'
Whether this was truly the same female knight who'd just resolved to escape was anyone's guess, but one thing was certain: she was a slut dripping love juices from the dumbbell hanging between her legs.
"Not here... nor here..."
Behind the display cabinet with liquor bottles, bizarre statues, and glass ornaments; behind the sofa she'd just been on; under the bed he slept in.
"Kuh, hngh...!"
She climaxed for the third time already just searching this place.
"The dumbbell keeps jingling, feels like my clitoris is gonna rip off...♥"
She could just hold the dumbbell up with her hand and be done with it, but this lust-addled female knight had long since banished any actions that impeded her pleasure from her mind.
She was no different from a vulgar sow instinctively chasing maximum bliss.
Then, her eyes drifted to Sin Seon-dong's bed.
She'd searched every nook and confirmed her sword wasn't here, yet her gaze kept pulling back to it.
"...This is where that bastard sleeps, right?"
'Maybe just check a bit more, to be sure...'
This house was full of curiosities from corner to corner, but from the moment she'd entered, one thing had captured her attention outright: this bed.
"Doesn't creak like an inn bed... as plush as that sofa, and somehow even springier...!?"
The sofa she'd been on until moments ago (not that it was comfy with the anal beads) was plush too, but this bed was insanely soft. Pressing down with her hand, it bounced back resiliently—fascinating.
"While I'm stuck in a pigsty with just straw thrown in...!"
The main reason was the thick male musk emanating from it. Her initial intent was to verify if this was truly his sleeping spot, reconfirming it was his house.
Squelch, squelch.
"Hnghh... shoving fingers in my pussy... no sense of time or place...♥"
Before she knew it, swept up in the potent male scent, Eleonora had lost herself in masturbation without realizing.
"This male scent soaked into my body... I can't resist it... just sniffing it makes my pussy soak, begging to be filled like thiiiis...!"
With the dumbbell dangling, she couldn't lie flat, so propping only her upper body on the bed with her ass raised, a clear squirt jetted from Eleonora's pussy.
"Ah..."
Post-nut clarity hit, and Eleonora blankly stared out the window in dismay.
"No time for this nonsense...!"
She needed to find her sword now, not surrender to base desires like this.
Was she really this weak-willed?
But no self-loathing came. No, she knew if it did, she'd just get horny again—so she couldn't afford it.
"It couldn't be helped. Right, this was necessary."
'No helping it... no. Actually, it's a smart move to win his favor. If he sees me masturbating to his scent, he'll think I'm totally hooked on him.'
Yeah, this was just part of the plan. Not succumbing to desire, but laying another contingency for escape.
With that self-justification complete, Eleonora's beautiful blue eyes regained their sharpness as she turned to the wooden door right in front of her.
The one just left of the entrance she'd come through—the only way to the opposite side of the living room.
"He said that was the kitchen, right?"
A kitchen should just have cooking tools and utensils scattered about. Unlikely to hold her sword, but to be thorough, she shuffled bow-legged toward the doorknob.
"...But what if it's not the kitchen?"
What if he'd lied to deceive her again? What if opening it triggered a trap to test if she tried escaping?
"Can't rule it out. He's cunning enough not to tell me the truth."
If he caught her scheming here, escape would be impossible—she'd spend her life as his sex slave, ending as a breeding sow.
"But I can't just sit here!"
"What're you doing clinging to the doorknob alone?"
"Heeek!?"
The familiar hand on her shoulder startled Eleonora; she whipped around lightning-fast, sending the 10kg dumbbell dangling between her legs flying toward Sin Seon-dong like a mace.
And like watching a slow-motion video, as the dumbbell arced slowly toward him, Eleonora squeezed her eyes shut.
It's over.
Truly over. All her efforts, ending so pathetically...!!
"Watch out?! Swinging that with it tied to your crotch like that—what if you hurt someone?! I barely dodged; if it hit, it'd crack bones at least!"
"What? What did you just say...!?"
Eleonora's eyes snapped open, gleaming.
As if double-checking she'd heard right.
I need to confirm it.
Everything else aside, this I must confirm—
"...More importantly, is your clitoris okay?"
"Kuhiiik!?"