Chapter 87
Chapter 87
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 87
Chapter Title: Day 1 (2)
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-Slam!
"Is there... no one...?"
From the gap in the door of the silent pigsty where everyone was asleep, Eleonora scanned her surroundings like a meerkat, her breasts jiggling with every movement. Whatever had her in such a rush, she darted out of the pigsty, swiftly shut the door behind her, and scanned the area once more.
"Haaah... I-I really made it out...!"
Finally satisfied that the coast was clear, she clutched her breasts and let out a deep sigh of relief.
Our door had suddenly opened, so she'd reached out just in case—and her hand had stretched beyond the railing. The invisible barrier that always blocked her was gone. As if entranced, she'd stepped out, beyond the pigsty itself.
"Just a sec... Just going to check if the bastard's dead or alive. Nothing big... Nothing big at all...!"
She'd sworn to kill him, sworn it over and over, but the day of her grand plan was still days away. When she should be conserving her strength, why was she pulling this reckless stunt?
And at this hour, stark naked without a stitch on!
"Hooo... One last look around, then...!"
But Eleonora acted like she didn't care, strutting under the moonlight as if showing off her plump breasts and ass, shaking them with every step.
It was an act of lewdness unimaginable for the old her, yet a faint smile now played on her lips.
"The thrill of someone maybe seeing me is nice, but sneaking out alone like this when everyone's asleep... It might just become a habit..."
No sign of life, just the cries and footsteps of nocturnal beasts in the wild—she wandered naked like some animal herself.
Of course, it paled next to the electric rush of exposing her naked shame and depravity to someone, making her pussy throb with humiliation and sin. But this subtle thrill wasn't bad either.
Maybe it was all those days writhing in blistering pleasures of lust.
The eerie chill and faint refreshment of baring her body in this quiet made her smile contentedly.
And the night sky, with moonlight piercing through thick clouds like holes in cheese, added a mystical vibe. Unable to resist, Eleonora leaped into a shaft of spotlight-like moonbeams.
"...♥"
It felt like she was a dancer from a tale, whirling under the moon to offer herself to a long-lost love.
'Of course, I'm no dancer—more like a whore... ♥'
Comparing her lowly self to a dancer was an insult to them. Hell, maybe even to whores.
She was worse than a whore—a dedicated sow for one man's lust.
"Heehee, heeheehee..."
Her greatsword was planted in the center of the moonlit spotlight, and gripping the hilt, Eleonora spun round and round.
Like a shrine maiden performing a ritual offering herself to some unseen watcher—or like the coquettish writhing of the whores she'd mentioned. But her gaze, unconsciously fixed on one spot, suggested the former.
She knew nothing of dance, no skill at all, so her clumsy movements should've been laughable. Yet her exquisitely sculpted legs, her plump breasts and ass that stirred raw desire—they elevated the crude display into art.
"Haa... ♥"
As the lewdly smiling Eleonora twirled in the mystical moonlight, piercings jangled on her body, and lewd dew from her lower half scattered everywhere.
One spin, two, three—and as her whirling body slowed to a stop, she clung to the hilt like she had to Sin Seon-dong, arching her upper body back and spreading her legs wide.
"F-Finale... ♥"
*Squiiirt—*
"Haaaah... N-Not the time for this... ♥"
Drunk on the dark woods and the moon's yin energy, she'd let her body take over. When she should've hurried back, she'd fingered her pussy not once and climaxed on the spot.
The old her would've despaired at herself, but far from it—she shook her ass feeling refreshed.
If she didn't cum like clockwork now and then, her head would fill with filthy thoughts nonstop anyway.
"Ahem, and night's still young. Besides, like I said before, if he dies, I'll need ways to control this slutty body too... Wait, hold on?"
He dies?
Eleonora contrasted the keywords flashing in her mind with her escape outside, turning toward the spot her trance-dance eyes had unconsciously sought: Sin Seon-dong's house.
'Come to think of it, I heard once—some spells depend on the caster's survival, especially barriers. You can check if they're alive that way.'
Not curses, but barriers needed constant mana infusion from the caster to hold. Their sudden collapse signaled trouble for the caster's life.
*Thud—!*
In that instant, Eleonora bolted straight for Sin Seon-dong's house.
"Did something really happen? Are you actually sick somewhere? Is that why you left me alone all day, why our door opened?!"
So frantic, she left her greatsword stabbed in the ground and raced to his house.
Really sick? Too sick to come to her, to maintain the barrier? Where? How?!
The pigsty and his house were close anyway—she reached the yard with its parked car in seconds, pressing a trembling hand to her heaving breasts.
*Thump! Thump!*
Truth was, no one prayed harder for his death than her.
But part of her heart clenched imagining him comatose from some incurable disease—or already a cold corpse.
Why? She groped for answers, but a whisper slithered from a corner of her mind.
Go back. Stick to the plan. Dead or alive, you can move freely now. Return to the pigsty.
But ignoring the plea, her instinct-driven body was already reaching cautiously for the doorknob.
"You can't die like this. You can't just die yet... I have to be the one—I have to kill you with these hands. So I'm just checking. This is part of the plan. You might be faking it. Can't let my guard down...!"
As if desperately justifying to someone, Eleonora gripped the knob with shaking hands that matched her pounding heart.
-Slam...!
"A-Are you... alive...? N-Not that I'm worried about you...?!"
Ready to smash it if locked, but it turned easily—maybe he didn't bother. Stepping inside,
"Snoooore... Snoooore...!"
"Wh-What...?"
Eleonora froze stiff at the sight of Sin Seon-dong on the bed, legs stretched out, snoring peacefully.
"He's... sleeping? No shaky breaths or moans—just this steady, restful rhythm...?!"
He was truly asleep. Not faking it upon her entry—the deep, long-established snores proved sound sleep.
"Haa..."
Thud. Without thinking, she sank to the floor, hand back on her chest. Her heart still thundered relentlessly.
But now, relief slowed it to a steady beat, and she sighed deeply.
'...I'm relieved this man won't die pointlessly before I kill him myself.'
A flash of emptiness turned to irritation and rage—his detestable mug looked uglier than ever, eyes twitching like he might snap awake at her any second. She couldn't look away.
And with her mind eased, another question crept in.
'Then why did this man disable our barrier?'
A mistake? Or certain she'd become a fully tamed sow, like he'd said? Or did he want to die by her hand?
"If that's it, I could grant your wish right—!"
Mind made up, one stretch of her hand, and she could kill him now.