Chapter 94
Chapter 94
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 94
Chapter Title: Day 3 (1)
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Several hours earlier...
Even though there were still hours until sunrise, Eleonora opened her eyes faster than anyone else and silently rose from her spot, immediately beginning her bath.
"..."
Until now, she had only done a simple rinse or showered with a dipper, but this time, it was a proper bath—using the precious water she had scrimped and saved, fearing any excuse might be found if she asked for more.
But now, as if there was no need for such caution anymore,
Eleonora stared at the rubber tub with an expressionless face and eyes that held no lingering attachment, then slowly dipped her feet into it.
Following her feet, her legs, then her hips—Eleonora gradually submerged her entire body into the tub, leaving only her head and the breasts floating on the surface above the frigid water.
"..."
Then, quietly gazing at her breasts bobbing on the water's surface, Eleonora let out a small sigh without a word, picked up the dipper floating in the rippling tub, scooped some water, and slowly poured it over her chest.
"Hoo... Eut..."
Drip-drip—the delicate sound like that from a tiny spring or brook was accompanied by the woman's subtle nasal moan. If a rabbit sneaking water at dawn had heard it, it would have fled in terror at the seductive noise, but this was no spring.
This was merely a pigsty located in some remote outskirts.
"..."
And after letting out a faint sigh at the seductive voice that had escaped her own lips, Eleonora began pouring water directly into the small spring that had formed between her breasts.
"Hooo... Keut...!"
Water droplets splashed wildly from between her cleavage, scattering everywhere without regard for her face or anything else. Amid the little waterfall's sounds, Eleonora's moans grew louder and more intense, and before long, the hands clutching her breasts were flicking her hardened nipples.
"Haaaa..."
This was no time for that.
As if realizing she had nearly botched everything in a moment of lust, Eleonora lightly slapped her cheeks with her water-soaked palms and subtly glanced toward the window, checking if anyone might be listening.
"..."
Hours until the sun rose to herald a new day. The greatsword standing guard outside the pigsty still gleamed with moonlight, signaling plenty of time remained until dawn. But Eleonora dunked her face into the water once, pulled it out, and muttered softly.
"No time left. I must prepare quickly..."
Trailing off, she lifted her left arm from the water, slowly extending it toward the ceiling, twisting it this way and that in the moonlight reflected off the greatsword to inspect it.
Spreading her fingers, gripping as if holding the greatsword's hilt—she checked her arm repeatedly like this before slowly lowering it.
And then her right arm emerged from the water.
Was she switching arms? But contrary to expectation, her right hand began gently stroking her left arm, still dripping water.
"I must clean it even more thoroughly..."
From shoulder to forearm, without missing a spot, Eleonora stroked and rubbed her arm. She repeated the process several times on her left arm, then moved to her right arm and legs.
She wasn't the type to fuss over her appearance usually, but today of all days, she needed to make her body pristine and proper.
After all, today was finally the day she would escape this nightmare of a place and exact her bloody revenge.
The day she would personally behead the man still pretending to be her Master. So she had to be even more reverent, even more immaculate—no impurities must taint her.
This was her ritual purification bath.
Of course, watching her wash her body as carefully as if handling fine porcelain or artwork, or blankly staring at her arms and legs out of the water with flushed cheeks—these actions evoked the image of a woman primping to look good for someone she harbored feelings for.
But Eleonora continued her bath as if oblivious to such notions.
The moment her hand, diligently cleaning her body, reached her pussy...
"...♥"
Slurp.
As if all her prior image of a pure, chaste woman had been a lie, Eleonora lightly licked her lips and murmured.
"This spot too... I must clean it meticulously...! No, especially here—I need to scrub it with extra care. Who knows if that filthy man's semen might still linger."
That wouldn't do. She couldn't risk bearing the child of the villain who had trained her into this state—a creature who shouldn't even be alive, someone she couldn't share the same sky with—due to a single mistake.
Come to think of it, aside from the first day she was raped by Sin Seon-dong, she couldn't recall him ever properly pulling out except when he ejaculated inside her pussy.
"Conveniently, there's a good tool right here, so while I'm bathing... Hooeut...♥"
Gurgle. Her pussy parted slightly, spewing foam onto the invading toothbrush.
"I don't know why he gave me this, but it must be for this purpose, heut... He was just waiting for the day he'd die by my hand... I'll grant that wish!"
It had been in the tub since it arrived, but she hadn't known its purpose until now—what a perfect tool it was!
"Ha, haaaa... Even the folds of my pussy walls—I'll scrub every trace of his semen away, scrub-a-dub-duuuub...♥"
Splash, splash. Just adding a single toothbrush had turned her noble woman's reverent purification ritual—akin to a shrine maiden's sacred prayer before battle—into vulgar masturbation.
"I absolutely cannot leave any behind. To get pregnant with that loathsome man's child—what greater shame could there be...!"
Yes, this was to prevent pregnancy—a perfectly reasonable excuse. With that, Eleonora scrubbed her pussy vigorously for a good ten minutes.
Then, submerging herself briefly to cool her overheated body, she unhesitatingly tossed the mangled, broken toothbrush—shattered by her grip—out the window.
Still breathing heated sighs, she muttered.
"I've cleaned inside my body too, so the last check is..."
Blub-blub.
"C-Check... complete...♥"
Her body shuddered once, and a large bubble rose from her back with a pop. Unlike from her pussy, this seemed to come from along her spine—its exact origin unknown.
But judging by her twitching lips she couldn't hide, it clearly wasn't from anywhere normal—leaving only lewd speculations.
Having perfectly completed her bath, Eleonora rose from the tub, walked to the window, pulled down the towels hanging on the clothesline outside, dried herself off,
and began drying her hair in the natural breeze.
"..."
The wind carried the same crisp dawn air as always, but with revenge right before her eyes, it felt profoundly different today.
'Yes, this is truly the last time. Today, I'll cut off that man's breath with these hands.'
Though her heart still raced at the sudden arrival of revenge and freedom, today was the end. Once today passed, she would be free. Kill that man today, and everything would return to normal.
'Of course, the past—her trampled purity, all the training, humiliations, and shames inflicted on her body—won't return. But by killing him with her own hands, she would restore her honor.'
Yes, for that. For that...
Eleonora closed her eyes and mentally rehearsed her plan for the day over and over, standing there for minutes, hours.
Thus time passed, until the moon waned and the sunrise announced a new day—then Eleonora slowly opened her eyes.
"...Perfect."
As if no more thinking was needed, she stepped away from the window and slowly walked toward our door. Upon reaching it, something she had forgotten struck her.
"Right, I haven't checked my physical condition."
Even without looking, a Grand Master's body was always perfect, but with such a critical operation ahead, "perfect" was just another word for complacency.
Eleonora spun once, her body now fluffy and bone-dry. She inspected her massive breasts, plump ass, and even her platinum hair that seemed forged from molten gold— a satisfied smile graced her lips.
"Mm, these vulgarly jiggling tits, this plump ass, and now my pussy flapping on its own—every inch is flawless! A true base sow! Now then...!"
Eleonora promptly knelt and prostrated herself on the spot.