Chapter 88
Chapter 88
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 88
Chapter Title: Day 1 (3)
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It started with a small doubt.
The moment Eleonora, startled by the hand on her shoulder two days ago, instinctively swung the heavy dumbbell dangling from her clitoris at Sin Seon-dong—he dodged like a chicken spotting a fox.
'Why... why did he dodge my attack?'
It was the most obvious question in the world for Eleonora, who had tried to kill him countless times. Yet inside the pen where he kept her imprisoned and dominated, she could never actually harm him, no matter what she tried.
Not that she failed midway—it was simply impossible to execute.
For instance, the moment she filled a basin with water to splash that annoying face of his, the basin suddenly grew heavy as a boulder (though Eleonora herself wouldn't call a mere rock heavy; this was purely for comparison) and dragged her tumbling into the water instead.
Or when she tried to bite down on the cock ravaging her mouth, a shiver shot up her spine, forcing an orgasm on her.
Or when, getting pounded from behind, her instinctive kick toward him ended up gently resting atop the arm gripping her hips.
Even her unconscious actions, if aimed at harming him, were always blocked or twisted somehow. (Of course, in that last case, she secretly enjoyed it and used it often.)
Thus, Eleonora could never harm Sin Seon-dong in any way, and he knew it better than anyone.
But he dodged.
Was it just a reflex, like an animal's instinct? Before she could ponder it further, the dumbbell swinging like a pendulum between her legs yanked at her clitoris, interrupting her thoughts.
In any case, Eleonora needed to investigate. She did, and under the guise of kissing him, she bit his lip. She left hickeys all over his body.
Eventually, she drew blood.
That red blood, impossible to see inside the pen no matter what, now stained his living room floor and bed.
Was it because those acts counted as "service" rather than "harm"? She bit him again and again to test it.
And finally, Eleonora realized the truth.
The bastard couldn't handle her freely outside the pen.
'I lack information on him, and I've been thoroughly tamed at his whim. Even with countless chances to escape, I acted like an elephant chained from birth—never once resisting, just getting broken in...!'
Now the famous elephant-taming method everyone knows.
Chain a baby elephant's foot with iron shackles. It learns it can't break them. Even as an adult strong enough to snap them, it never tries, bound by its self-imposed limit.
Back then, hearing the story, Eleonora scoffed—such methods work on beasts, not people.
But had Sin Seon-dong trained her into something worse than a beast, a mere sow?
Even outside the pen, during exposure training, she could have escaped his grasp multiple times. Yet like that elephant—no, like a sow—she unconsciously believed she couldn't resist him.
"Kuuu... Kuuu..."
"Sleeping so soundly... oh, sleeping so very soundly...!"
What was he thinking, letting her loose outside? Pure arrogance? Or...
-No need anymore. Sure, I suspected you, but that was before you stepped in here. It's gone now, just vanished.
Sin Seon-dong's words flashed through Eleonora's mind.
He'd said it when promising to return her sword.
"No... need?"
This wretch without the power to defend himself thought he'd perfectly broken Eleonora? That his doubts about her were gone?
Eleonora's porcelain hand gently gripped Sin Seon-dong's throat.
"If I just squeeze a little, your neck snaps. What makes you so cocky?"
But moments later, she released his throat and gazed down at him.
"For whatever reason, you've wasted a full day out of my remaining three. Precious time to ravage my body, my pussy to your heart's content—thrown away."
Foolish man.
Did he think he could forever enjoy this voluptuous, lewd body he'd shaped himself?
-Let me say it upfront: my arms are always open. You can swear your fall anytime and vow to become my sow.
His voice echoed in her mind again, and Eleonora felt her body heating up.
"Ridiculous... As if this Eleonora would succumb to base lusts, to a delicious cock...?"
But even as she snorted and turned away, her eyes kept drifting to his crotch.
"N-No way I'd fall... I... absolutely won't..."
She stared blankly at her own hand reaching for the blanket covering his crotch. Her eyes flashed, and her left hand seized her right, stopping it from lifting the cover.
"Absolutely not...!"
She snorted again, whipping her head away, then slyly glanced at Sin Seon-dong. Seeing him still lost in dreamland, she gritted her teeth and headed for the door.
"Hmph! Fine, skip enjoying this pussy and just sleep? Do what you want!"
Hmph!
She could kill him anytime. But as she'd thought earlier, who knew what tricks he'd worked into the anal beads stuffed in her asshole.
Barriers dissolved with the caster's life or death, but curses often lingered post-mortem. If he'd cursed those beads, killing him now would spell disaster for her.
So, three days—now two. She could let the beads melt slowly in her asshole, observe any effects, then kill him. No rush.
"Hmph, really, do whatever."
Yet despite knowing this, Eleonora stormed out, huffing as if her anger wouldn't subside.
"Stupid bastard! Idiot! Useless eunuch who can't eat what's offered!"
Snorting nonstop like a steaming kettle, waddling bow-legged with undignified stomps—like a sulky child.
Nothing like the vengeful glare