Chapter 79
Chapter 79
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 79
Chapter Title: With My Own Hands...!
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Couldn't even wait and tried to snoop around my house...?
I nearly broke my shinbone trying to scare her since she was just standing there gripping the doorknob all by herself.
"If I'd been even a second later, my bone really would've snapped. Both you and I have bodies that are our treasures... Hmm, but you don't look so fine yourself, do you?"
"Y-You wicked scuuuum...! You even calculated something like this and set up such an insidious trap...?!"
Eleonora clutched at her crotch and collapsed to her knees as her clitoris ring started swinging from between her legs. Normally, I'd tease her more here, but with tears welling up between those stern eyes of hers, my mouth snapped shut.
Of course, it wasn't out of pity.
"Worried that I'd hesitate at that door, you set up such a vile trap...♥"
💬 SD Character Hmm, do all masochists act like thaaat...? I have no idea~ Up until the moment she swung at me with her clitoris ring, Eleonora had been trembling with rage, but now her eyes curved into a sinister crescent moon laced with lust. The SD Character, who had been watching the scene, spun circles around Eleonora while muttering.
💬 SD Character Of course, a sow deserves to end up like that, but feeling pain like her clitoris is being torn off? Breeder, you really have an eye for sows! No, forget my eye for this—you were the one who kidnapped her in the first place.
A deep frustration welled up in my throat. If Eleonora weren't right in front of me, I'd have yelled at the SD Character on the spot. It must hurt like hell there—it's a vital spot, after all.
Especially since that clitoris, hyper-developed under my care, was hypersensitive according to Eleonora herself; even a breeze could make her cum.
Having someone yank on a spot like that was no different from ripping it off. Grand Master or not, unless she'd cut it off to eliminate her weakness, there was no way she could endure that agony.
But Eleonora, that twisted masochistic sow I'd molded with my own hands, now accepted even this pain as pleasure. She seemed fully aware of her status, flashing that lust-filled sinister crescent-eyed smile as if the pain was just a fleeting thing.
"You vile scuuuum... You think this'll break meee...? No matter how much you play Master, something like this can't dominate meee...♥"
"Alright, that's enough. Come on out now."
"...Out?"
Had she forgotten why she came here? I ripped the clitoris ring from between her legs and yanked the chain attached to her clit hood piercing. Eleonora shot to her feet in panic.
"I'll let you enjoy that spot plenty later. For now, let's step out."
"Enjoy it? What scheme are you—"
"Just showing you the kitchen. What scheme could there be? Your clothes are ready to burn, and since you handed them over to me yourself, shouldn't you see the sight?"
"Ah...♥"
Her own clothes going up in flames. Even though it was due to my trickery, the sow who had given up not just stripping but wearing clothes altogether panted heavily at the mere thought, as if she'd cum just imagining it.
"N-No need... You... Master can just burn them yourself...!"
"You begged me to burn them right in front of you. And don't these things need an audience? Especially for a lewd sow who took this step into depravity herself—what could be more thrilling?"
"Hngh...♥"
Unable to hide her melting lips that now found even my insults sweet, Eleonora reluctantly followed behind me.
"I was gonna burn them right away, but it was morning so they were damp, and I was looking for other trash to burn with them, so I got delayed a bit."
"M-My clothes with traaash...?!"
Treating her black leggings and bra—which were her knight's uniform minus the armor—like trash tossed into the incinerator was as good as an insult. Eleonora clamped her mouth shut.
Not like she could argue back anyway.
Especially since she was the one who'd asked me to burn her clothes.
💬 SD Character She calls Breeder 'Master' without hesitation now, but look at that face! Give her a good thrashing! The SD Character started hopping around excitedly, as if I weren't the only one who could read her expressions—born a sow but having lived her life as a female knight.
But ignoring the little pest, I dragged Eleonora straight to the pile of trash stacked in one corner of the yard.
"Hmmm... Nice weather. Instead of the usual warm sunlight and cool breeze, the familiar pig shit stench. And now my cute sow's here too—truly paradise on earth, isn't it?"
"...Kh."
Eleonora shuddered at the sight of the trash mound the size of a small grave, the outdoor grill used for barbecues, and her two garments neatly placed on top.
"Just burn them yourself—why drag me here...?"
Handing over the clothes was one thing; watching the last vestiges of her humanity vanish was another, it seemed.
As I'd thought this morning, if Eleonora was preparing her final gambit as I'd predicted, my job here was to give her a little push-pull.
"You burn them."
"What...?"
"With your own hands. Light that trash pile yourself."
"With my hands...? Then you—Master—do it yourself...!"
Not even a tiny excuse allowed.
I grabbed Eleonora's waist—supporting her since she was taller than me—and lightly traced her side with my fingertips while whispering.
"Do it yourself. Burn every last shred of attachment with your own hands."
"...At least show some respect. They're clothes I cherished—no, used to cherish. Treating them so roughly, burning them with trash?!"
"Wasn't this what you were hoping for?"
Her eyes wavered as she shook her head vigorously at my words.
"You wanted to slowly abandon your humanity and become my sow completely, but your pride wouldn't let you admit defeat outright. So you asked me to burn them myself—as a symbolic surrender, erasing even that lingering attachment with my hands."
"N-No... Th-That's not... Now I don't even deserve to wear them... Being here, I could never wear them anyway... It's not like thaaat..."
Her thighs and crotch parted naturally at my touch, already soaking wet. I pulled her hand toward the torch burning in a tin can by the trash pile.
"Light it with your hand. Burn your sweat, effort, and memories yourself."
"I-I can't... Never...?!"
Despite her words, she didn't shake off my guiding hand and picked up the torch. Whatever her intentions when handing me her clothes, the outcome wouldn't change.
Fast or slow.
Stopping or turning back weren't options.
It was far too late for that.
The rigid, unyielding female knight who swore unbreakable resolve and vengeance against me now moaned sweetly from her own lips, craving cock, calling the man who'd trained her into this—her irreconcilable arch-nemesis—Master.
Yet she wouldn't give up. Wouldn't admit it.
Refused to acknowledge she could never return to her former self.
That's why she endured.
That's why I made her burn her own traces with her own hands.
I didn't know what meaning those clothes held, but her fierce resistance meant they had some significance.
If you can't fell a deep-rooted tree at once, burn the roots one by one.
"It's simple. Just hold the fire to it. Nature'll handle the rest..."
"I said I caaan't do something like thaaat...!"
Have Master burn them right in front of me! Eleonora kept shaking her head, but the moment I saw her eyes curve back into that crescent moon...
Being a soft-hearted, kind Master, I decided to give her a little nudge.
"Well, rewarding such a dutiful act would only be proper, right?"
"Re-Reward!"
She snapped her head up like a dog hearing treat time, gasping sharply.
"You slutty bitch—calling it so precious while willing to trade it for Master's cock!"
"N-Nooo... That's not... I don't need Master's cock or anything...♥"
Of course, her crotch told the truth.
"Lies the moment you open your mouth! Every time! With your clitoris erect like this, spouting such bullshit?!"
"Hiiiii?! You yanked it yourself!"
With a jingle, the chain wrapped around my left hand pulled taut. Eleonora unwittingly thrust her pussy forward and collapsed back into my groping arms.
"Hmm... Whatever it is, since it's precious to you, I should give proper compensation for burning it, right?"
"P-Preeecious...!"
"Like your sword, for example?"
"S-Sword...!"
Instant reaction. So that's what she was after...?
"Keeping something so precious from you for so long must've burned you up inside."
"I-Is it really okay...? Showing me my own sword..."
"Showing's all for now. Be this dutiful going forward, and I might return it."
"Ahh...!"
I'd given her the push.
And Eleonora acted at once. The torch in her hand flew from the tin can onto the trash pile. Soon, flames roared up, reaching her clothes and setting them ablaze.
"Ahh... What have I done... Unable to resist my lust, choosing the path of a bald whore myself...!"
"Guess I owe you for that too."
"Higguh...?!"
Eleonora trembled as I rubbed her balls, staring desperately at her burning clothes.
"Wh-What are you doing?! It's dangerous!!"
"Then put out the fire safely yourself."
"You filthy scuuuum... Trying to make me douse it with my piss...♥"
She turned her head toward me, hugging her, already knowing my intent without me saying. I caressed her breast valley slowly and brought my face close; her soft female knight lips met mine.
"Mmm...!"
Ten seconds or so? Short compared to our usual creampie kisses, but with fire nearby as she said, we just touched tongues briefly.
"You're getting good at kissing now. Even proactively tangling tongues."
"Sh-Shut uup... K-Kissing or whatever...♥"
Unlike her pathetic pussy still helpless against my cock, her mouth improved daily.
"You're so damn pretty."
"P-Pretty?! Saying that now— Mmph...!"
She was too cute, so once more.
This time twenty seconds. Eleonora melted completely, body surrendered to me, panting as if her goals didn't matter.
"R-Re... Reward meee... Hurry, pat my pussy... Pat the pussy nooow...!"
"Now? Didn't I say I'd show you the sword later?"
"Don't caaare... See it later, just pat the pussy nooow...♥"
Did she love the pussy patting that much from last time?
Like a tantruming child, she nibbled my lips. I stopped tormenting her clitoris and started tapping her drenched pussy.
"You know without me saying, right?"
"Wh-When I cum, I'll say it, so hurry and pat the pu— Hngh...♥"
Perfectly trained yet still resisting true depravity—impressive endurance. As I patted her sopping pussy just as she craved, Eleonora stiffened up.
Much sooner than usual, clear proof of her excitement from the situation. I tapped a couple more times, then stimulated her urethra with my pinky.
"C-Cumming! Right now, h-hand off— Hiiiii...!"
💦 SQUIRT! 💦 Piss Pussy Unleashed Shwaaaaa—!
Like pressing a finger to a spraying hose nozzle, hot liquid hit my hand as Eleonora's pussy unleashed a jet of bright yellow piss straight at the raging flames.