Chapter 91
Chapter 91
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 91
Chapter Title: Day 2 (3)
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Suddenly, the sound of a door opening far in the distance made Eleonora flinch. She cautiously peeked her head around the corner toward the source of the noise—Sin Seon-dong's house.
As expected, he was lounging at home today as well, completely ignoring a wretch like her.
Seeing him sprawled out here and there, proving he was resting comfortably regardless of whether she starved or not, Eleonora felt a surge of frustration. Yet at the same time, she sensed her pussy, which had been flapping wildly without rest, clenching tightly in a deep squeeze.
There he was.
The cock she'd craved so desperately, the semen, her Master was right there.
"Haa... To torment me like this and yet wear such a composed face... What a heartless Master you are...!"
Just looking at him today was enough to send any female into heat. Calling that vulgarity radiant felt a bit off, but in a sow's eyes, he practically glowed on his own.
"Heeeut..."
She'd only glimpsed his silhouette, but it was as if someone had gripped her heart in their fist. Clutching her pounding chest, Eleonora brought her hand to her stiffly erect nipples and clitoris, gulping hard.
'I want to pounce on him...! But I can't. If I did something so insolent...'
Did she want to be hated and abandoned again?
She didn't have much time left as it was—did she really want to ruin even that and get ignored?
She was nothing more than Master's sex slave, existing solely to serve him without recompense.
She was the one who had to be raped. Always.
Only by Master, and Master alone could rape her.
She must never forget that she was nothing but a vulgar sow, forever spreading her legs lewdly, begging and pleading for his grace.
"I-it's only until tomorrow... Just until tomorrow, so for a little while... Anyway, only until tomorrow that I'm a sow...!"
But even if it was time-limited—precisely because it was time-limited—she had to play the role even more faithfully.
That way, tomorrow, when her life was nearly over, wouldn't Master reward his loyal sow who had followed his orders so diligently?
Now completely concealed around the corner, Eleonora leaned against the wall and began pleasuring herself, peeking out just enough with her head.
'There wasn't a command not to masturbate, but there wasn't permission either, so it's a bit tricky...'
Maybe tomorrow when he came, she could confess that she'd lewdly pleasured herself on purpose and beg for punishment?
As if she'd never hesitated, Eleonora resumed kneading her body with a lascivious smile and gestures.
"Yes, tomorrow morning too, I'll be just like today, collapsed on my belly. Master won't even know he's about to die—he'll think I've fully submitted to him, and then...♥"
Her breasts looked ready to burst, her plump pussy mound equally so, and with every slight squeeze of her hands gripping them...
Not only did her breasts deform beautifully, but the pink inner flesh of her pussy—which stayed perpetually agape like a glutton's maw—slowly closed along with the mound.
"Hnggg... The nipples and clitoris poking out between my fingers... The rings make them hurt, but it feels so good...♥"
These too were marks he'd—her Master—personally attached to her.
'Tomorrow, I'll have to say goodbye to these as well, so might as well enjoy them in advance...'
Should she tug on the chains dangling over her belly now?
The moment that thought crossed her mind, Eleonora flinched again at the silhouette emerging from Sin Seon-dong's house and stared intently at it.
"What is that? He's supposed to live alone, isn't he? And those coming out behind him...?!"
At the sight of two men following Sin Seon-dong out of his house, Eleonora—who had initially thought nothing of it and reached to pull the chain—muttered in shock.
"Crusaders, how are they here?!"
Crusaders, the Holy Knights of the Goddess.
She wasn't seeing things.
Though splattered with dirt in places and bloodstains from what seemed like recent fierce combat, it was unmistakable.
That pristine white armor crossed by a vivid red emblem on the breastplate—the unique design and plate mail granted only to the Holy Knights of the Goddess Church, wearable solely by those chosen by the Goddess herself.
Each one required master-level prowess, and true to their elite-of-the-elite status, their numbers were few. Pointing at various spots on the mountain as Sin Seon-dong indicated, the Crusaders chatted with him and jotted down notes—faces Eleonora recognized.
'How could I forget? They fought alongside me in the kingdom and church's joint purge, slaying monsters!'
They'd exchanged names, but oddly she couldn't recall them—still, their features and voices confirmed it. They were undoubtedly Crusaders of the church.
The real deal, no imposters.
"Why are they here? Did they come to rescue me...?!"
Holy Knights sworn solely to the Goddess and Saintess should serve only them—yet they'd come to this remote backwater, signaling a major incident.
And from the snippets of conversation drifting over, her name was on their lips. This had to be connected to her disappearance.
From what she overheard, they'd recently been shipwrecked, detected a massive mana surge nearby this morning, traced its residual echo here.
They'd probably entered his house just to ask for a drink of water.
"Mana... This morning, when I checked my body, did I...?!"
She'd overused mana minding the mithril rings, but could the uncontrolled residue have coincidentally been picked up by them?
'Just a mana echo wouldn't be an issue, but they'll have spotted my greatsword here too. They'll know I'm nearby! Even if they don't know I'm right here, they'll search centered on this spot.'
It wasn't even hidden—like a holy sword awaiting its chosen master embedded in a rock, her greatsword was blatantly stabbed into the ground before the pigsty.
"If they enter the pigsty, they almost caught me...?! They'd have seen me like this... Wait, this isn't the time...!"
Her face drained of color as she yanked her hands from her body. Eleonora hugged herself tightly, arms covering her chest, then bolted into the pigsty like fleeing for her life.
-Oink?
-Oink oink!
The pigs preparing for naps welcomed Eleonora's return from her brief outing, but with no time to respond, she dashed into her pen. Clutching her chest, she panted shallowly.
Escape was within reach.
Those elite Holy Knights would see the greatsword she'd planted in the ground and realize it was her doing.
Then they'd sense something off.
A knight like her, who always carried her sword like a body part, had vanished leaving only it dangling behind.
They'd grow suspicious and begin searching the farm.
And with all the rare, bizarre items from his house to the yard, they'd already know he wasn't just a simple pig herder.
His outfit alone screamed suspicion in multiple ways, and her greatsword was right there on display?
He'd be prime suspect—anything less would be weirder.
Time was truly running out.
Maybe even today, they'd—
-Then, may we check this side first?
-Do as you like. I told you, no woman like that here.
"!!"
The footsteps and voices from outside. The adjacent pigsty—the one they had to pass to reach his house.
Eleonora slammed the window shut, pressed her back to the wall to peek out, then flattened herself on the spot as if seeking a blind angle they'd never reach.
'H-hide...'
Gathering the scattered straw in her pen and piling it over herself, Eleonora fretted over being discovered. Suddenly, a question made her pause and mutter.
"Why... me...?"
Why was she hiding when escape dangled before her eyes? She could just run out, and she'd be free—revenge and all within grasp.
Yet here she was, desperately concealing herself.
Afraid they'd see her like this? Embarrassed?
No, it wasn't that.
Then why?
"Or maybe... you like this life,"
In that instant, a voice echoed in Eleonora's mind.
Run out now—dash away and beg them to save you. Naked or not, go to them and plead. If not now... now or never...
It wasn't an unfamiliar voice.
It sounded just like her own, for one.
And since arriving here, it had roused her repeatedly, instilling resolve and courage to confront Sin Seon-dong.
A voice impossible to forget.
But why had that proud, knightly exemplar shrunk to this ant-like whisper? Though puzzled,
Eleonora shot back as if to say nonsense.
"What are you saying? I am Eleonora Croft, the continent's sole Grand Master and strongest female knight. I can escape this crisis without the Crusaders' help. Escape is already at hand—tomorrow, that bastard dies by my hand. And..."
And, in that moment—
-Then, may we check this side?
-This one's sensitive—pigs here are up for shipment soon...
"!!"
They were heading this way.