Chapter 86
Chapter 86
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 86
Chapter Title: Day 1 (1)
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Something was wrong. Terribly wrong.
“Why isn’t he coming?”
In the dead of night, when the pigs in the next room seemed to have all fallen asleep and the creatures of the earth were enjoying sweet rest, having forgotten the fatigue of the day, Eleonora’s sharp gaze flashed like that of a beast, even though everyone else was deep in slumber.
“I’ve prepared myself to be ravished by him, so why?”
As soon as the morning sun rose, Eleonora opened her eyes to the signal from her belly clock rumbling like a rooster’s crow. She stretched lightly, writhed briefly from the piercings tugging at her from the early morning breeze, then quietly opened the window and began inhaling the fresh morning air.
Though it was mixed with the pigsty stench as Sin Seon-dong had said, she’d grown so accustomed to it from eating and sleeping here lately that the smell didn’t matter. After savoring the damp morning air, Eleonora slowly washed her body as planned yesterday—to lower his guard.
Of course, midway through, the sloshing sensation of semen in her womb nearly made her cum a few times, but she couldn’t afford needless self-play when she needed to conserve her strength.
Above all, morning self-play was best done sucking his cock and gulping down a mouthful of fresh morning semen.
After cleanly washing away the dried semen traces from her entire body except her pussy, Eleonora waited with a pounding heart for him, who would soon arrive at his workplace where she was.
Office hours were approaching.
“Haaa... I wonder how delicious it’ll be today... He came so much in my pussy yesterday, but morning semen is truly a delicacy. Just imagining it makes my mouth water...♥”
But even after 5 minutes, 10 minutes, and then 30 minutes passed, Sin Seon-dong still didn’t appear. She blushed, thinking maybe he’d overslept after exhausting himself enjoying her pussy last night.
But when even an hour passed without a glimpse of him, Eleonora finally realized something was off.
Why? Why hasn’t he come yet? Sin Seon-dong never came in over 30 minutes late, no matter how delayed he was. So why not now?
Maybe he’d gotten too immersed in sex with her and was trembling at the knees like she had yesterday?
Until this point, with only three days left to enjoy her pussy, she’d been leisurely inwardly scorning him for wasting precious time.
But when she learned he hadn’t come near her even after breakfast hours, Eleonora finally sensed something was wrong.
What is it? Why? Why hasn’t he come to work? No, why hasn’t he come to hold her?
“I’m so heated up that just a slight touch would make me cum, so why...?”
Maybe he was sick somewhere? As mentioned, had he drained himself too much enjoying her pussy and...?
“No! Impossible! D-death by overwork or something absurd like that! He hasn’t even enjoyed half of my pussy yet, how could...!”
It couldn’t be. From the start, the man who’d locked her here, trained her, and owned a strange box that spat out people, a fridge to keep food cold, and all sorts of bizarre items she didn’t know—would he not know how to recover vitality lost to excessive sex?
And above all, if he were to die, it should be by her sword, not her pussy.
‘...Ahem.’
Of course, inwardly she thought it wouldn’t be bad revenge for turning her into this, and if he came to hold her, she’d really wring him dry. She rationalized her longing for sex with him that way, but even after one hour, two hours of waiting, he didn’t come.
“Really... is he sick somewhere...? No, no! Whether that bastard’s sick or not, what do I care! I just need revenge! Revenge!”
But once the thought entered her mind, it nagged at her subtly.
What if he really was sick? If he was too ill to come to work, what should she do?
Moreover, thinking of the man who was so serious about his pigs not patrolling the sty made the anxiety swelling in her head grow larger.
Time passed like that, and now evening had come, and even in the deep night when all were asleep, Sin Seon-dong still hadn’t appeared to hold her.
And Eleonora—
“Why? Why isn’t he coming? Did he see through my plan? No. His guard toward me isn’t what it used to be. No matter if I’m wary or plotting something, he’d surely show up with that shameless face like always...?”
From morning until now, she’d been peering out the open window frame, rolling her eyes to their limit in case he might come.
“He definitely needed to do sunlight disinfection today too, so why not...? Really, has something happened...? Where, how bad is it...?”
Now convinced the reason he hadn’t come was because he was sick, the longing gaze waiting for Sin Seon-dong rippled like water droplets falling on a calm pond—something she hadn’t seen in daylight.
Her head was filled with thoughts of him.
Even breathing brought him to mind, and lying in the straw bedding conjured images of sharing body heat on the same bed, bodies entwined, him whispering wicked (sweet) words in her ear.
Normally, she’d rationalize the constant thoughts as murderous intent and console her lonely, cock-less pussy weeping in solitude.
But with a sense of propriety now, her tightly sealed pussy allowed her to dwell even more on Sin Seon-dong as Eleonora muttered.
“No way he poured all his strength into sex with me...?! B-but that’s not my fault! I was the one ravished! Y-yesterday, I was the victim who could barely sleep because my pussy was so swollen!”
‘Just recalling last night’s sex, he was the one shaking his hips like a dog, happy about it, not me, me doing anything...?’
Yes, all she’d done was—
Actively stick out her tongue for every kiss, swallow his saliva, beg for more kisses; wrap her arms and legs around him so he couldn’t escape, wriggle her vaginal walls and flesh as trained, demand his intravaginal ejaculation over and over.
Yes, she was purely the victim, she thought, extending to that moment—then Eleonora shook her head side to side, saying it was ridiculous.
“Did I develop feelings for him in the meantime?! Don’t make me laugh! He’s the one who made me like this! The enemy who trampled me mercilessly to make me his dedicated sex slave—what good is worrying about him...!”
This worry for him now was proof of her corruption from his training. What madwoman stays up all night wide-eyed, fretting over the man who trained her like a lover?
This too was her weakness, fallen by him.
The moment she couldn’t overcome it, she’d be his sow forever—never wearing clothes again, led by his hand to be humiliated before others, recorded in history as a lewd whore who couldn’t live without his cock.
The peerless female knight who became a Grand Master before thirty, the first in centuries on the continent, fell to cock and became a sow—posterity would mention her eternally.
No, her name would become a curse for unchaste women: “That Eleonora bitch!”...
“Ha, haaaa...♥”
Imagining fingers pointing at her, trembling in shame and humiliation.
But that lasted only a moment; Eleonora’s eyes quickly regained their focus.
Was it her resolve shining through?
‘...Something’s missing. Normally, such depraved imagination would be enough to make me cum.’
It felt like something huge was lacking.
“This won’t do. I need to check on him myself. Unless I see with my own eyes if he’s dead or alive, this strange feeling won’t settle.”
If she saw his face, she could recall yesterday and steel her resolve.
It wasn’t anger, worry, or arousal.
‘I need to check on him. See him with my own eyes... I want to see him...’
She didn’t know in what sense she wanted to see him. But her bursting heart urged her to run to him now, though Eleonora desperately shook her head.
“I-I can’t... If I see him, the plan will derail. I might kill him... Before confirming the safety of my, my asshole pussy, I’d kill him...!”
It felt like fearing something.
Learning the identity of this feeling in her chest and mind might bring a tailwind to a journey crossing an irreversible river—a vague anxiety.
But one thing was clear: as a female knight, she absolutely shouldn’t see him.
“Ahem! F-first off, I can’t even leave this pen without his permission! Even if I want to see him that badly, I can’t check myself—”
Kiiiiik—
“C-confirm... I can...?!”