Chapter 9
Chapter 9
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 9
Chapter Title: Lewd Posture
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"Do you really think I'd give in to such a humiliating demand? I am a proud knight of the Isis Kingdom! As if I would submit to the whims of a shameless thug like you—"
"Then I guess I'll have to break this sword? I don't mind. It's just pulling the teeth from an insolent sow. Nothing more, nothing less."
The moment those words left my mouth, I dangled the greatsword right in front of her eyes like I was putting on a show. Eleonora's gaze wavered toward it for a split second before she looked up at me and shouted.
"Even though you could tamper with my body like this, you insist on forcing this humiliation on me...!"
"Because otherwise, you'd have some excuse to run away."
I could already hear the excuses she might make.
I had no choice.
This is all that wicked bastard's doing.
My body wouldn't obey me; I was forced into this humiliation. It was never my will.
Just the four words 'because of him' alone open up countless excuses to latch onto. But what if she strips off her own clothes and speaks those humiliating words from her own mouth, of her own volition?
Of course, that would still fall under the broad excuse of 'because of him.' But unlike the others, it involves her own will.
That creates an intersection between the two mutually exclusive sets—her own will and because of him—forming 'because of him, I had no choice, but ultimately it was my own will.'
The two sets would never clash if left alone. But once they acknowledge each other and collide, it becomes a battle between the one seeking submission and the one resisting it.
The grand struggle between volition and coercion doesn't end until one devours the other.
In other words, this is my declaration of war on the sow named Eleonora.
Right now, I'm forcing that intersection with this greatsword. But someday, I'll make Eleonora submit to me of her own free will.
"Hmph, hmph... Have you forgotten? Thanks to your tampering, I can't even use my hands properly. How do you expect me to undress?"
I won't give her any room to wriggle out.
Eleonora's eyes widened like a rabbit's as she reverted to bipedal stance. At the same time, she reached out toward me and the greatsword watching her from the passage ahead.
Oh, by the way, since I couldn't visually catch her extending her hand, to be precise, it looked like 'she tried to extend her hand.'
"What is this now?! Why... why won't my hand move forward...?!"
Is escape impossibility a default feature upon entering this place?
Her sword was right in front of her eyes, yet she was blocked by an invisible wall like a mime. Eleonora huffed in frustration and pulled back from the barrier.
How many times had she endured such humiliation today alone? Whether her life had ever seen this much before was unknowable.
But the way she glared at me, breathing heavily, gave a hint about it.
"Make a promise..."
"Hm?"
"Even if I obey you, there's no guarantee you'll keep your word, and I can't predict what other nitpick you'll come up with."
"Oho."
Has she learned something? I had considered smashing the sword right after she obeyed, but as they say, you can know the mind of a fish in water but not a person's heart.
It's only natural for Eleonora to suspect that I, who used the sword's destruction as leverage for her humiliation, might destroy it on a whim even after she complies.
She's demanding a firm assurance from me.
— SD Character How dare this insolent sow! Breeder! At a time like this, just slap her across the face and grind her head under your heel, right?! This one really doesn't get the artistry of it.
The female knight, who had bared her fighting spirit toward me without a shred of fear despite not knowing what might happen to her, had backed down.
"Do whatever you want to my body. If you tell me to bark like a dog, I will. If you tell me to squeal like a pig, I'll do it gladly. So you make a pledge here and now, staking your name! If I do as you command right here—"
"I promise. I stake my name—Sin Seon-dong, given to me by my parents—that this sword will not be destroyed by my hand. Depending on the circumstances, I might even consider returning it."
"...Very well, then."
Reading the sincerity in my eyes, Eleonora took a deep breath and reached for her shoulders. One by one, the buckles came undone, and the massive breasts that had been sealed within that enormous plate armor finally revealed themselves.
"As I suspected. I glimpsed it in your status window earlier and thought it was a glitch. Were you forcibly restraining them with that chest plate? What a vulgar pair of tits, perfectly suited to a sow."
"Kh, kugh...!"
Maybe that's why she chose a greatsword as her weapon—one she doesn't need to draw from its sheath at her waist, since those breasts prevent her from drawing a normal sword.
Even now, compressed by sports bra-like material matching her black leggings below, they scream 'those are massive tits.' What would happen if she removed the bra?
Meanwhile, as my gaze blatantly roamed her body, Eleonora bit her lip in shame but showed no hesitation in undressing.
A few more minutes passed. The gauntlets that had been on her arms were now neatly stacked beside the chest plate at her feet. With her knees on the ground, she undid the buckles of her iron greaves, including her boots.
Finally, all the armor encasing Eleonora's body was removed.
Now, she wore only the skin-tight sports bra and leggings clinging to her upper and lower body.
"What are you waiting for? Take it all off. I told you to strip everything off your body, so why is that sow carcass still covered?"
"Ugh, uuugh... My, my naked body... to a wretch who knows no shame...!"
But Eleonora's hands steadily grasped her sports bra and slowly pulled it upward. Whether intentional or not, her sweat-soaked body and ragged breaths from humiliation.
The massive tits begging to be freed from the bra she was lifting, combined with it all—anyone not directly involved here wouldn't mistake this sow for a female knight.
And with me leisurely pulling up a chair to watch her strip, one might even think we'd wandered into some seedy establishment.
— SD Character Whoa, whoa! Look at those boobs! My god! Tits bigger than her head?! And two of them, perfectly paired left and right! How on earth did she keep those vulgar udders contained?! Oink oink oiiiink! ...This thing really kills the mood. If there was an on/off switch, I'd flip it.
To be blunt, if I hadn't confirmed through that SD Character that she's female, I'd have asked outright ages ago.
"...Don't look."
"Don't look at tits so huge you couldn't cover them with your hands? That's a pretty unreasonable request."
"How are you so infuriatingly good at grating on my nerves...!"
The moment Eleonora pulled up her sports bra, her massive tits burst out like something from a Michael Bay film. She reached to cover them in shame, but I didn't stop her.
They wouldn't be fully covered anyway, and there was something satisfying about watching them squish and deform beautifully every time she pressed down with her arms.
— SD Character More importantly, Breeder, this is your first time seeing a woman's naked body, but you're not even flustered? Like, 'Oh no, that's too intense for meee!' and prematurely ejaculating or something.
'Who made me see her as a sow in the first place? Besides, if I got rattled now just from seeing her naked, I'd lose control to her immediately. So I'm staying calm.'
It's impossible not to get hard looking at those tits.
I tried self-hypnosis repeating sow, sow, but like how Eleonora broke free of the mithril chains through sheer grit, the male instinct dormant in my cock awakened with equal resolve and erected itself.
"..."
And at that moment, Eleonora stared fixedly at my cock. I couldn't read her thoughts, but her flushed face suggested added shame at seeing me erect from her body.
"Your hands are idle."
"...Don't rush me, you filthy beast."
With her left arm pressing her breasts like a clamp, Eleonora slowly pulled down her leggings. But then—
"What? I thought something felt off earlier, but you're just wearing leggings with nothing underneath?"
"..."
When I spanked her ass, it jiggled so vividly that I wondered what it was, but to think she wore only those black leggings down there—no panties or any other scrap of fabric inside.
Her platinum pubic hair matched her hair perfectly, and below it, her pussy clenched tight without a stitch covering it.
...Is this why the hint said it might be easier than expected?
"I kept calling you a sow, and you really are one."
"Sh-shut up...!"
Biting her lip until a trickle of blood flowed, Eleonora carefully bent at the waist to remove the leggings completely. She folded them neatly and placed them atop the chest plate.
Now, Eleonora stood utterly naked, her plump tits and ass fully exposed, a true sow.
"I'll kill you... When all this is over, I'll sever your head and hang it on the wall as a trophy...!"
"Will you? In the future you imagine, I see a sow naked before me, spreading her pussy and oinking."
"...We'll see."
A chilling killing intent spread through the pigsty like mist. Our pigs huddled in the corners, trembling.
"Now, remove those hands."
"..."
Eleonora squeezed her eyes shut and slowly moved the hands covering her tits and pussy. Admirable as ever, she even clasped them behind her back, fully exposing her naked body. Tits bigger than her head, a pussy thick with golden pubic hair—nothing was hidden.
And she bit her lip in humiliation, slowly averting her gaze from mine.
A female knight perfectly defiled, through and through.
"Now, the finale. You have to recite the line I taught you earlier, in what you think is the lewdest pose, right?"
"D-don't rush me... y-you vile cur...!"
Eleonora's legs spread to shoulder width, gradually shifting into a bow-legged stance. Shockingly, her hands behind her back moved to the back of her head.
Then, slowly—ever so slowly—she thrust her pussy toward me and opened her mouth.
"I, Eleonora Croft, am a lewd sow who serves Master and Master's cock. Oink... oink...!"
Her pink tongue dangled limply over her lips.