Chapter 8
Chapter 8
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 8
Chapter Title: Establishing Hierarchy
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A sword's usual purpose is as a weapon, but it's also a shield that protects its user from enemies. As the saying goes, the best defense is a good offense—it's a tool for eliminating the threats that endanger you in order to safeguard your own body.
Nothing more than a tool.
That's all it is.
"Am I seeing this right...?"
⚙ SYSTEM NOTIFICATION ⚙ Yes, my eyes can see it too—this sow covering her sword with her body to protect it from you, Breeder. Heh heh, but look at that ass... it's making my mouth water— I've finally set the mood, and this guy's ruining it completely.
The SD Character in the message window was bouncing up and down furiously, as if it was the one pissed off. But now wasn't the time to play along with its antics.
This was the critical moment to establish the hierarchy between this sow and me. I couldn't afford to screw it up with jokes.
More importantly, if I didn't make this sow mine, the entire farm could burn down—worst case, my training fails, and she sets everything ablaze.
'Though it's pretty abnormal that I'm already thinking about training her when we've only just met...'
Maybe it was because I'd started viewing this female knight through the lens of a farm owner, but as I simulated each step ahead in my mind, not a shred of guilt surfaced.
'This isn't just breaking her spirit. For some reason, this message is pushing me to sexually subdue this sow.'
💖 Sow's Secret ♥ 💖 Pussy Status: Virgin! Asshole Status: Virgin! Mouth Pussy Status: Virgin! Tit Pussy Status: Virgin! Pussy Evaluation: A 28-year ripened hymen awaiting your cock! Asshole Evaluation: Pussy contender expecting some hardcore play! Mouth Pussy Evaluation: Forget the asshole! The next pussy contender is me! Tit Pussy Evaluation: Grand Master Mammaries Overall: A walking obscenity fully qualified as your sow knight! A numerical virgin who's reached Grand Master despite never knowing a man! Rumors say a spider actually webbed her pussy, but verify for yourself! Training Hint!: Looks like her pussy might bite your finger off with its fierce aura... but in truth...? Otherwise, something this insane as a status window wouldn't exist.
⚙ SYSTEM NOTIFICATION ⚙ Ah! So what you wanted wasn't this sow, but a big, ferocious boar?! N-No way... I didn't realize you'd awakened to that taste while I wasn't looking... Th-that's a problem...?! This guy! Who're you trying to drag into that?!
Anyway, back to the point—to establish the hierarchy between this sow and me, I needed to make her feel the clear difference in power and status firsthand.
To do that, as I said before, I had to teach the pig that this human is not to be defied. Even though she'd used a sneaky trick as she claimed, this sow refused to acknowledge me as her Master.
Which was only natural.
Her stats alone were jaw-dropping. How many people would accept some pig herder who kidnapped her suddenly declaring, "Become my sow!"?
Even if she weren't a famed swordmaster like this sow, grab any passerby and say, "Become my slave!"—who'd reply, "Sure thing!"?
That's normal.
I'd known who she was at first, so I'd tried talking it out. But that resulted in the shattered mithril chains rolling on the floor now.
When dialogue fails, only one option remains.
"Come out already."
"Never! Torture me instead—defile me, do whatever you want! Why does it have to be my sword?!"
"I told you, pigs get their tusks filed at birth."
"Wh-what does that... mean?!"
Eleonora alternated stares between me and the sword, clearly not getting it. But soon, realizing my meaning, the pallor drained from her face turned flush again.
"To... tame me, you're going after my sword...?!"
"Precisely, to file the tusks of you, the sow. There, that should do it, right?"
"Nooooooo?! How dare you treat Eleonora Croft, former Royal Knight Captain of the Isis Kingdom, like a sow!!"
What could I say? She must've been utterly obsessed with the sword to reach that level at 28.
"I've been treating you like that since earlier—only now realizing? Did you think I was just calling you a sow to break your spirit? That I tossed you in this pigsty just for that, you fool?"
Haa! Haa! Haa!
Eleonora's face flushed red again as she panted heavily. Was she trying to stand, or just furious?
I yanked the sword she'd been pressing with her body. She slid off it like a playground slide.
"Eek?!"
She realized her sword was gone, but it was far too late. With me swiftly pulling it out of the pen, all she could do was press her face against the bars.
"Give it back! My sword—I won't complain if you touch it! I'll do anything! Just give me back my sword...!"
"Oh? Anything?"
Now that's a different story!
I grabbed a nearby chair, sat down, and propped up the greatsword—tall as me when seated—flashing my most sleazy grin.
"Then, right here, oink like a pig?"
"Wh-what?!"
"You've been clueless about your place, so I'm teaching your body. Make those oinks come from your own mouth to realize you're a sow."
"How dare you—not content with treating me like livestock, now make me sound like a beast too?! Such humiliation, such shame, from me—?!"
Eleonora started to shriek in protest but clamped her mouth shut at the sight of the wrench gleaming eagerly toward the greatsword.
"See this? The wrench ready to file your pig tusks."
"D-don't make me laugh... That tiny tool can't cut a sword I've wielded my whole life—"
"Really? Even now, do I look like some blustering liar to you?"
"Kuh... You filthy bastard...!"
She knew cursing me was her only defiance left, yet her eyes burned with unyielding fight.
'That obsession... must be a royal gift or something.'
No matter the skill, knights find pride in loyalty to their lord. For one who sees that as life's purpose, a kingdom-granted sword?
'Can't touch this carelessly.'
⚙ SYSTEM NOTIFICATION ⚙ Why not? 'Even if I'm a bit heated pushing this sow, this is our first training. Go too hard from the start, and she'll break irreparably.'
I'd set the rule [Sows do not commit suicide], so she won't die, but destroying this sword—holding her knightly glory, pride, and life's purpose—means I'll never corrupt her.
She might go all-out mutual destruction. The one who shattered mithril chains binding her with sheer grit—what can't she do?
Can't underestimate her.
But she can't underestimate me either.
"Changed my mind. Won't destroy the sword—but you'll pay a fitting price."
"What nonsense now...?"
"Simple. Not a tough demand, ahem, request. Your reaction confirms this brutish sword is your path and companion. Right now, I'm holding its leash."
"..."
Was that silence agreement? Hard to tell, but averting her eyes suggested yes.
"Strip naked right here and say in your sluttiest pose: 'Eleonora Croft is a lewd sow serving Master and Master's cock.'"
"Wh-what?!"
Human dignity or knightly pride?
Which will she choose?
⚙ SYSTEM NOTIFICATION ⚙ Breeder, you sound like a total perv right now, you know that? ...Honestly, yeah, I know.