Chapter 93
Chapter 93
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 93
Chapter Title: Day 2 (5)
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Eleonora had spent several days in this pigsty and come to one realization. She was an outrageously lewd sow.
To put it bluntly, she enchanted men.
More precisely, the moment she bared her naked body, every male around her swarmed like flies.
It was just like that day when her twisted fetish first awakened—the one where she got aroused by her impregnable walls being humiliated, exposing her shameful form to others.
The bandits who had been so wary of her instantly turned into slack-jawed idiots with their pathetic little cocks standing at attention the second she stripped.
Even the castrated boars got excited by her, snorting roughly. Of course, that was mostly because Eleonora herself was unconsciously aroused by being exposed to livestock.
Regardless, people are drawn to appetizing, mouthwatering treats.
With her beauty that perfectly embodied "a beauty to topple kingdoms," breasts so massive they overflowed even one hand, plump ass cheeks, and the ceaseless pheromones and lewd juices wafting from her pussy, armpits, and more—like a bitch in heat—
how could anyone call this anything but obscene?
In the past, she would have scoffed at such nonsense. But now, steeped in lust, Eleonora could declare it with certainty.
If she hadn't become a knight, she definitely would have turned into a man-eating succubus.
With this lascivious body, she would have seduced males left and right, stuffing every cock into every hole on her body, craving dick and semen day and night—a legendary whore.
But things were different now.
Tamed solely by one man—her one and only Master—she had become aware of her twisted fetish, confronted it, and learned to somewhat control the slutty sow aura emanating from her body.
Definitely. Absolutely.
But at this very moment, startled by the hot snort from a pig blowing toward her pussy, Eleonora couldn't hide her dismay at the voice that escaped her unbidden.
'Why? Why?! Even if the situation is exciting and I've leaked a bit of juice, I haven't gone into heat enough for a pig to get aroused like this!'
This was a serious matter.
How could she let her lust blind her in this critical issue tied to her pride as a knight, putting her Master in a bind?
Tomorrow was when she'd get her final cock—and it might vanish before she even tasted it. Was she insane enough to go into such frenzy now?
'Then what is it? Why is it snorting so hotly...?!'
At that instant, the clanking footsteps of the Crusader walking the aisle halted abruptly in front of Eleonora's pen.
'He definitely heard my voice. It was brief, and it might've blended with the other pigs' noises, so he's not certain. But no doubt—he heard me!'
What a blunder. But before Eleonora could lament her inexperience and reflect, the Crusader—who had stopped before the pen—stared intently into her pigsty and muttered oddly.
-Why are the pigs in this pen all clumped together unlike the others?
"!"
No need to overthink it—the answer was right there, pressed against her skin.
'It's hot! That's why!'
These pigs were already fattened for breeding with thick fat layers, covered head to toe in fur. In winter, maybe, but now with the crisp autumn night air? Huddling like this to share body heat?
It'd be weirder if they weren't overheating.
-Hmm...
'Something he'd normally pass by! Because of my clumsiness, I'm about to put Master in a tough spot...?!'
But there was still hope.
Though these Crusaders were the chosen elite, most came from noble bloodlines or knight families.
Unlike her, who lucked into knighthood from the streets, they went through rigorous selection—true elites among elites. Fanatical devotees, sure, but still of noble birth.
What would they know about raising pigs on a farm?
-That weird trough in the middle of this pen is suspicious too. I remember the pigs my neighbor raised when I was a kid—they never huddled like this on nights like these...
'Why, why of all things?!'
What were the odds? A Crusader shows up here of all places, inspects her sty thoroughly, and he's a commoner Crusader, not some elite-born one?!
-...Just in case, I should check.
And that line! He's planning to come in! Armor be damned with the filth—he's about to crawl right in here!
'N-no... I'm done for. He'll find me. Really find me, and then no more cocks or anything...?!'
And as if waiting for this moment, a voice—like a mosquito's buzz until now, identical to her own—exploded in her head.
Now you're caught red-handed. Just stand up! Stand and confess you've been locked here, tortured by that evil wizard! I'm telling you, this is your last chance! Your LAST chance!
The voices began dominating her mind, lending weight to their claim, and Eleonora's bewildered eyes slowly drifted shut.
Had she given up? Resigned?
Then, clank clank,
as the pen door opened and cautious footsteps approached, Eleonora buried her head deeper in the pigs' midst. Defiantly toward the advancing Crusader, she stuck out just the tip of her ass.
The Crusader flinched in surprise at the sudden emergence of her snow-white, plump rear—truly a pig's ass—then said, sensing something off.
-This pig buried here... Unlike the others, its skin looks strangely glossy... Like a pig, but not quite... That subtle...
And in that instant, as if screaming "Now!" Eleonora's eyes snapped open. She parted her lips and bellowed with all her might.
"Oiiiink...♥"
'Ahh... I really, really oinked like a pig! Not content with blending with them, I even showed my ass to a Crusader! To a man who might've fought beside me once—showing him my ass, maybe even my naked body, and now this filthy pig squeal...♥'
Her eyes, rippling with dismay and resignation moments ago, now blazed with sticky lust.
Saliva poured from her lips mimicking the pig squeal, forming waterfalls she couldn't contain.
And her ass, thrust out toward the Crusader, twitched ever so slightly—not too much, not too little.
"Oink, oiiiink, oiiiink...♥"
But nothing compared to voluntarily squealing like a pig herself.
And into Eleonora's mind, someone shouted in disbelief.
What are you doing?! What the hell are you doing?! This is the last time! Your final chance! Now or never! Now or never!
But no knight here heeded that voice.
All that remained was Eleonora, utterly fed up with this identical voice that mimicked her own.
'Shut up! Who do you think I am, Eleonora Crofte?! Don't make me laugh! I can handle this mess just fine on my own! Don't you dare try to control me! Get lost!'
With that, she nudged the surrounding pigs.
A signal to play along.
-OIIIINK!!
-Oink!?
-Oink! Oink!
-Grunt grunt grunt!
"Oiiiink...♥"
The pigs chorused in unison with Eleonora, and the Crusader tilted his head suspiciously before slowly backing away.
-...Well, that famously prideful Lady Eleonora wouldn't be mixed in with pigs here, right?
"Oink! Oink!"
'Exactly! That's what I've been saying! I can handle this crap all by myself!'
Eleonora gleefully grunted and oinked toward the knight retreating from her pen.
"Grunt grunt♥"
'Just watch! I'll escape tomorrow for sure! Watch me!'
No reply came. Whether it had never existed or had sadly departed to prepare her end, Eleonora neither knew nor cared. She just squealed at the top of her lungs with the pigs.
And so time passed until the third day.
"Ahem~ Huh? What's this, why are you on your belly?"
"M-Maaaster...♥"