While Shinseon was suffering a headache due to an unknown person suddenly starting to worship him, the same sigh-filled groans echoed from the pigpen where a certain female knight was imprisoned.
"Huuuuh… Khuuuuh…"
Her body itched again.
Instead of the black sports bra, pants, and panties she usually wore, Eleanor was dressed only in her armor over her bare body. Excluding the black leggings she used to wear as underwear, her outfit now consisted solely of armor.
Though described elaborately, Eleanor, with only armor covering her naked body, continuously let out heated moans due to the itching sensation creeping over her breasts.
"Whyyy… this time, my chest is soooo…?!"
Eleanor was still rolling on a pile of straw, a rather thick anal plug embedded in the valley between her buttocks. Just a while ago, after fainting from the shock of being subjected to forced urination inside her vagina and washing her body to clean out the semen and urine filling her pussy, she had felt no abnormalities.
Of course, though she was naked with nothing on her body, her body felt lighter than ever, as if she could float away.
Even though she was confined in a pigpen and surrounded by smells, the comfort she felt in her body at that moment was so profound that she wanted to lie down and fall into a deep sleep, reminiscent of her time in the great forests where elves lived.
Except for her buttocks, that is.
If it weren't for that vulgar object, which even now made her recall a forgotten, peculiar sensation under the pretext of expelling what she suspected to be parasites or mites from her body.
If only it weren't for this anal plug.
Under normal circumstances, she would have spent her time contemplating how to kill Shinseon-dong, who imprisoned her here, and cursing him. But at this moment, at least for now, she wanted to surrender to this comfort and rest.
However, since she had agreed to follow his words until the itching on her body subsided, Eleanor eventually let out a small sigh and picked up the armor pieces carefully stored in one corner of the pen. No matter how comfortable she felt now, she thought she should at least wear something.
"…"
Of course, she also wanted to wear clothes. But she had agreed to follow his words, and hadn't he forbidden her from wearing clothes under the pretext of possibilities or something?
"Perverted bastard! A bastard with nothing but a big cock! A shameless bastard who feels no remorse for pissing inside a woman's pussy!"
Grumbling, muttering that this must be some scheme to train her as his personal sex slave, Eleanor suddenly paused as if she realized something.
"…But come to think of it, my body is perfectly fine now. Doesn't that mean I don't need to follow his words anymore?"
What was the reason she ended up like this in the first place?
Wasn't it because of the itching and stinging sensations that occurred whenever she wore clothes, accompanied by a strange discomfort?
But since those issues have been completely resolved, is there any need for her to follow his orders? Following his words was only temporary from the start, and her body being fully healed means she can now look for opportunities to escape this place again…
"First, I'll put on clothes and then think. Ah, wearing only armor over naked skin—in a way, isn't that even more obscene than being fully naked…!"
Her hand, which was about to fasten the armor's buckle, abruptly stopped in its tracks and slowly began to reach toward the clothes that had been stored alongside her armor until just moments ago.
But just as her silver gauntlet was about to grab the garments,
"…"
Gulp!
Eleanor suddenly took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, her gaze shifting from the leather belt around her lower abdomen and the silver plates attached to protect her pelvis to the lush platinum-colored forest densely growing in the crevice between them.
"Wearing armor… with the pubic area fully exposed… the pussy is clearly visible…"
Just a few hours ago, it had been disgustingly contaminated by the dried semen and urine of the bastard who violated her.
But now, as if ready to resist him at any moment like her, it had been thoroughly cleansed and neatly arranged, standing fluffy and proud.
"…His cock entered here… such a huge cock…"
The male cock that ruthlessly violated her, disregarding the resistance of the dense platinum pubic hair covering her pussy.
Not content with reducing a Grandmaster's pussy to nothing more than a sow's pussy, it even pissed inside the precious womb meant to bear excellent seeds and nurture future Grandmaster eggs.
And she, pinned beneath such a bastard, could do nothing but whimper.
"A toilet, a semen wastebin…!"
That she, a Grandmaster celebrated across the continent, and her sacred pubic area, destined to bear the continent's next Grandmaster, were nothing more than tools for his sexual urges and waste disposal.
"It couldn't be helped… Having such a huge cock thrusting deep inside… was… my first experience…"
After recalling her own helpless and lewd moaning, Eleanor shook her head vigorously and withdrew her hand from the clothes she was about to grab, muttering to herself.
"Right, this is a trap. Clearly, if I put this on, it's a trap set by that bastard to find another excuse to violate me. In that case, I'd rather… stay undressed even if my pussy is exposed…!"
This is what he's aiming for.
The moment I put on clothes, he'll find fault with me for disobeying his words and try to strip even this armor off me.
But now that I've seen through it, no chance!
Eleanor, speaking to no one in particular, hid the clothes in a secluded corner invisible to any eyes and muttered.
"I'm not discarding them. It's just that if they catch his eye, who knows what fault he'll find. It would only increase the impulse to wear them for no reason other than them being visible, so I judged it better to keep them out of my sight."
Yes, if I'm to be violated anyway, let it be while I uphold at least this minimal pride, wearing this armor. Having secretly hidden the leggings and sports bra within the straw, Eleanor coughed awkwardly and slowly began fastening the buckles of her armor.
With each buckle fastened, the honor and pride of a knight began to swell from deep within her chest.
As her 112cm bust vanished, buried within the chest plate, it felt as if all the distracting thoughts that had filled her mind were fading away.
When she fastened the precarious buckle around her pelvis, she felt as if the princess herself—who had designed, crafted, and personally bestowed this armor upon her, along with her greatsword (now taken away) and who had been her fellow knight initiate—was standing beside her.
"That's right, I won't lose to such vulgar training. I will tear him apart with my own hands and quench my thirst with his blood."
It was a vow she often made, but feeling the cold touch of metal against her bare skin now sharpened her mind even more, making her feel as if she could overcome anything that came her way.
That is, until abnormal symptoms appeared on her body again not long after.
"Kgh… Why, even though I washed so thoroughly, whyyy…!"
As soon as the sun set, the strange itching began to assault her again.
But Eleanor was confident she could endure it.
After all, until yesterday, the persistent itching in her clitoris and pussy was no longer present.
It seemed she wouldn't have to engage in the ridiculous act of fingering her pussy alone again, driven by the heat and discomfort of arousal. But the trial came from a completely unexpected place.
"My, my nipples… why, why?! They were fine until yesterday, so why now…?!"
The problem was her breasts, which seemed to cry out in frustration from within her chest plate.
Every part of her skin touching her armor itched and stung, but her nipples—representative erogenous zones for women—were particularly severe.
The itching centered on her chest naturally stimulated her nipples as well, and regardless of her will, her erect nipples, stiffened by physiological reactions, began to poke insistently against the thick metal ceiling blocking them.
"My pubic area, my pussy is fine, so why, whYYYY…?!"
In fact, the situation was worse than with her pussy. While she could simply pull down her black leggings to touch her pussy directly, the thick metal barrier prevented her from scratching her itching nipples.
Originally, her nipples had been stimulated yesterday as well, but back then, it was overshadowed by the intense pleasure emanating from her pussy.
However, while her throbbing pussy had somewhat calmed down today—perhaps due to Shinseon-dong's cock—her breasts were just beginning to respond to his touch, entering a phase of newfound sensitivity, making them even more reactive now.
"No… because of my breasts, my pussy… my pussy is reacting again…! My pussy is reacting again…!"
Her perpetually erect clitoris, already taut to the point of potentially snapping the mithril piercing through it, seemed to pressurize it further. Her pussy, having tasted a male multiple times, began to drool with anticipation, its entrance twitching as if welcoming the onset of heat in her body once more.
Squelch—
"This, this much…?!"
With just a light touch, her own love juices flowed out as if someone had poured water with a ladle, and the scent of a female in heat began to vibrate through the air again.
She knew well how to solve this. Taking off this armor and comforting herself. Tormenting her own nipples and thrusting her fingers deep into her pussy until all these symptoms subsided.
But she couldn't take it off.
No matter the situation, the moment she removed it with her own hands, it would be as if she had discarded her pride, unable to endure the itching. She needed a justification, a reason.
And as if Eleanor's desperate wish had reached the heavens, the door to the pigpen swung open abruptly, and a familiar voice began to reach her ears.
"Itchy again? I told you to take it all off because I knew this would happen."
"?!"