The next day.
Though the sun rose as it always did, tearing away the veil of the dark dawn sky to announce a new day to the world, Eleonora remained unable to rise.
"..."
It wasn’t that she was drunk on sleep. Perhaps it was because she had enjoyed a deep slumber for the first time in ages, but her jewel-like blue eyes held not a trace of drowsiness as she blankly stared at the warmth of the sun invading her cage through the window.
However, the moment that warm sunlight touched—ever so slightly—the tip of Eleonora’s toe, while she lay rolling on the straw mats in a humiliating, frog-like mating stance with her legs spread wide...
"Just what kind of sounds did I make last niiiighhhht?!?!"
—Squeal?!
—Gweeeek!
—Oink oink!!
Eleonora let out a high-pitched shriek, her face flushing red enough to rival the sun in the sky.
Simultaneously, the pigs, who were still groggy from sleep, snapped their eyes open and began jumping around, bashing their heads against the walls of the pen in a panic.
—Gweeeek!!
—Gweeeek!!
—Oink!!
As if condemning Eleonora for her sudden outburst first thing in the morning, the pigs pushed their snouts into her cage and oinked loudly.
But Eleonora, adhering to the logic that the one who farted gets the angriest, screamed right back at the pigs oinking at her.
"Ugggh... Shut up! Do you bastards have any idea how I feel right now?!"
What in the world had she done?
She could have just let him leave. But no, she had grabbed him as he tried to exit the pigsty, stripping off her armor herself and begging him to look at her naked body.
She had climaxed from nothing more than his sticky, lust-filled gaze raking over her entire body again and again. She had let him torment her tits, and she had even eaten her food while stark naked, just like a sow.
Looking back now, she wanted to escape reality, wondering if it had really been her, or if it was all just a terrible dream.
But she could not forget the image of herself last night, fawning over him as she happily lapped up the puddle of semen on the floor—a mixture of his seed and the piss she had sprayed while orgasming.
"When I swore to face it if I couldn’t avoid it, I meant I would discard the weakness known as shame! I didn’t mean I would revel in carnal lust and flirt with a cock!!"
If it had ended with her just crawling at his feet and licking up cum, she might have been able to handle it (though she crushed the handful of straw in her grip as if acknowledging that even that was a massive humiliation).
But her current state told a different story. It wasn’t just her pussy, plastered shut with sticky, dried fluids.
The crusty, dried semen and hickeys covering every inch of her body seemed to announce the fact that she had continued to engage in carnal relations with him afterward, greedily coveting his lust and pleasure.
"I intended to discard trivial weaknesses like shame, not my very identity as a human being! Just what am I...?!"
On this straw mat, she had crawled on all fours like a sow, shaking her ass at him in silent begging to be bred. And he had grabbed Eleonora’s hips and drove his cock deep inside.
And for hours, her pussy was relentlessly ravaged by him. Creampie after creampie, it seemed the frenzy of sex had only ended when she finally passed out...
"...I’m not tired."
To be fair, fatigue did not easily accumulate in the body of a Grand Master. However, sleep played a major role in relieving mental fatigue as well as physical. The fact that her mind was this clear and alert was proof that Eleonora had slept deeply and soundly last night.
"My body isn’t itchy either. Rather, I feel... refreshed."
She hadn’t laid her body on a soft bed, nor had she wrapped herself in luxurious blankets.
But how many times in her life had she been able to sleep so completely at ease?
Eleonora, stroking her own body which was still blooming with red marks, suddenly recalled Rafe’s words and shook her head vigorously.
"Ridiculous nonsense..."
He had said it in passing, and even now, it sounded absurd.
Yet, perhaps because she was bothered by how well she had slept, Eleonora carefully stroked her left arm, where dried, yellowish semen coexisted atop a dark red hickey.
"To kiss this spot... and even mark it..."
Was a hickey not enough?
The traces of semen covered the bite mark, as if marking her as his female.
"..."
Eleonora, who had been stroking her arm with a vacant expression, soon noticed the clock hanging in the pigsty and the time it indicated. Her eyes snapped open again as she muttered.
"...It’s almost breakfast time."
She didn’t know the details, but she remembered that the pig feed usually dropped when the long hand pointed to the 12. It was currently stopped at the 2, meaning she still had some time left.
"..."
Recalling the vivid disgrace of yesterday, Eleonora squeezed her eyes shut and opened them again. She immediately jumped up from her spot and walked toward the large rubber tub placed in the corner of her pen.
"I need to get this semen out, quickly...!"
With every step she took, she felt the sensation of semen sloshing inside her womb. She didn’t know how much he had dumped inside her last night, but the heaviness weighing down her uterus with each step instinctively drew a sweet, breathless gasp from her lips.
Ting~ Tingg~
"E-Even the semen is a headache, but now you too...!"
When this ridiculous object was first attached to her, she thought she would die of discomfort and shame. But moments like this made her resent the fact that humans were animals of adaptation.
She couldn’t take it off even if she wanted to. But what angered her even more was her own pussy, which reacted every time the bell rang.
"Nnngh... It-It’s leaking out...!"
Her pussy, already trained by the bell, gaped open to welcome a cock every time it rang. Drip, drip. Just like Hansel and Gretel dropping breadcrumbs to find their way home, thick, white clumps of cum plopped down from her nether regions, marking Eleonora’s path.
"Don’t leak out... You must not... leak... It’s a waste...?!"
A waste? What the hell was she thinking?!
Eleonora found herself licking her lips lewdly as if expecting something, sticking her moist tongue back into her mouth before shaking her head violently.
"This is all his doing. It’s all his trickery..."
But contrary to her words, Eleonora covered her pussy with her palm and waddled toward the rubber tub, legs spread wide like a crab. It was an ugly, obscene gait that would make even a pig watching from the side feel second-hand embarrassment.
Of course, the pigs, smelling the scent of a female in heat, looked at her with bright, attentive eyes. Eleonora shrieked at them with a prim look on her face.
"W-What are you looking at! You really are the pigs he raised; your expressions look exactly like his!"
—Oink oink.
—Oink oink.
—Oooink.
As she said before, the one who farts gets the angriest. In this case, should it be said that the female leaking semen from her pussy gets the angriest?
Eleonora glared once at the pigs, who seemed to be mocking her with their oinking, before turning her back on them as soon as she reached the rubber tub.
—Oink oink!
—Oooooink!
—Oink oink oink?!
As if crushing the hopes of the pigs—who had gathered in anticipation of another masturbation show while shaking those lewd tits—Eleonora turned away.
Hearing the pigs’ cries of protest behind her back, she blushed and muttered.
"Those things can’t even fuck, yet they’re so obsessed with a female..."