"Well! As I expected, the sunlight disinfection seems to have improved your condition significantly."
The moment the man who had been absent all morning suddenly appeared before her, Eleonora, her face flushed deep red, spoke in a voice thick with heat.
"W-what do you mean 'improved'...? To leave me abandoned in such a disgraceful posture all morning... W-what if someone had come...!"
"Weren't you gaping your 'pussy' like that because you liked it?"
"Ngh-ut...?!"
Unlike her upper mouth, which was busy gnashing its teeth, her lower mouth was trembling from the thrill of the pseudo-outdoor exposure.
She had sensed his presence moments ago. The sheer transgressive thrill—the fear that a total stranger had finally caught her performing such shameful acts while twitching her anus—had likely driven her to climax. Shin Seon smiled smugly, looking at Eleonora as she glared back at him with venomous eyes.
"Who are you calling a perverted nympho who gets into heat by showing her naked body to others!"
"I didn't go that far, but I see you have some self-awareness."
"You...!"
Looking at Shin Seon, who was nonchalantly setting up a strange object (a drying rack) as if nothing had happened, Eleonora glared at him, feeling like she would die of frustration.
But...
'Why is my groin getting hot again...!'
Hadn't she just come? Even though the beads were still rhythmically moving in and out of her rear, she had reached a peak moments ago from the tension of nearly being caught—even if she hated to admit it.
Was it because of the beads? That played a part, but more accurately, it was the tension of sensing a presence—the fear that a stranger, not Shin Seon, was approaching—that had pushed her over the edge. Whether it was right to call that "tension" was debatable, but Eleonora firmly insisted it was.
'Climaxing from the thrill of transgression? Nonsense...!'
She, Eleonora Croft, the legendary strongest warrior of the continent, a pervert who gets off on being seen naked? It would be easier to believe the Princess herself was a nympho who practiced outdoor exposure every night!
"Ahem..."
"?"
"N-no! More importantly, what are you doing now...!"
Feeling as though she had made a very irreverent comparison in her head, a guilty Eleonora began to pick a fight with Shin Seon, who was silently smiling as he finished setting up the rack.
"You! Still at it with your suspicious devices...!"
"This is a drying ra—no, I suppose a 'clothesline' is a concept you'd understand better?"
"A clothesline...?"
That shining chunk of metal? To Shin Seon, this stainless steel drying rack was a mundane household item, but to Eleonora, it was a marvel of the world.
'Is it a mithril alloy? How else could a piece of metal be so light...!'
She wasn't entirely shocked, though. Having seen the clock on the wall and the automated feeding pipes in the pigsty, she felt nothing would be "strange" anymore. Shin Seon, puzzled by her wonder over a mere drying rack, maintained his grin and spoke.
"I thought about secretly burning your clothes and lying that I lost them, but I decided that was going too far. So, I washed them clean for you."
"The moment I leave this place, I shall burn them myself. To think they were touched by your filthy hands...!"
"Leaving this place, huh..."
"Ngh..."
Had she given him another opening? Eleonora felt her nipples harden as Shin Seon, having lined up her armor beneath the rack, opened the door to the pen and stepped inside.
'W-what am I expecting? He is the one training me! The man trying to turn me into his sex slave, a sow who knows no shame...!'
Why were these senseless nipples so taut and eager?
"Well, you've maintained the posture I ordered quite well, haven't you?"
"...I-I had no right of refusal, hng-uuuh... anyway...!"
'My pussy...!'
Pat, pat. Shin Seon approached her and began to pat her groin with his palm, just as he had done that morning. Eleonora let out a nasal moan, her body seemingly already accustomed to his touch.
"Hng-uuuuuh... stop it... do not think I shall be p-pleased by you patting me so kindly now...!"
"It's only natural to praise you for listening to your Master, isn't it? Or would you prefer I pat your head?"
"..."
To have her head patted by him? A man shorter than herself...
"...Do as you wish."
"If that is what you desire."
Stroke, stroke. He began to pat her head without hesitation. Eleonora looked at him, still pretending to be displeased, but she flicked her taut clitoris slightly.
Tinkle~
"Haa-ahnn..."
"Now you're letting out sweet moans. You've become quite cute."
"Don't talk such n-nonsense...!"
She had only shifted her hips to deny the warmth she felt from his hand, but it resulted in her moaning while being petted—making it look like she was enjoying it. But would an explanation even matter? He would just find another excuse to treat her harshly.
As Eleonora silently accepted his touch, Shin Seon rejoiced inwardly at how much more submissive she had become.
'The gamble was worth it.'
"You said you wanted to get out of here, right?"
"Do you really need to ask? Is it not obvious? How much longer must I endure your foul training in a place like this..."
"Shall I let you out?"
"...What?"
He pulled his hand back and spoke meaningfully. Eleonora looked at him in disbelief, yet tilted her chest forward as if urging him to elaborate.
"I don't mean I'm setting you free, but it must be stifling to be locked in this cramped, smelly pen. Plus, for the 'sunlight drying,' your groin is only getting partial light because of the shadows from the window frame, see?"
"..."
Truly, even if she didn't want to admit it, being completely naked felt more comfortable than when she was wearing the armor. Whether it was the "sunlight drying" or not, the stinging irritation and itchy sensation of the parasites had vanished. Even the breeze passing over her groin and nipples felt strangely refreshing.
But what did that have to do with going outside? Shadows on her pussy? She didn't want to think about what kind of scheme he was hatching. It was probably just another shameful act to humiliate her.
However, that wasn't the most important thing right now.
"...Food."
"Hmm?"
"G-give me a meal. Just as you said, I kept these... in my a-anus without letting them fall... I kept a good grip on them while nuzzling them... like you said this morning..."
"Ah, right. I did say I wouldn't give you lunch if they fell out, didn't I?"
Ever since she heard the squeals of the pigs being fed, her stomach had been growling. Her body, now accustomed to three meals a day, was naturally craving "feed."
"Fine. We'll talk about what to do this afternoon later. Let's get you fed first. I'll go grab the food..."
"Wait!!"
Eleonora hurriedly grabbed Shin Seon as he turned to leave the pen.
"What? I'm going to get your food."
"That is..."
She liked the strange, mushy food he gave her, but there was something else she craved.
"Speak up. Tell me properly, or I won't know."
"You already know...!"
Just the thought of it made her mouth water. Her nose was already reacting to a scent her mind imagined, and her lower mouth was crying out to be fed as well. But satisfying this hunger was the priority.
"L-let me... suck it..."
"Tell me in more detail."
Before she knew it, Eleonora was slowly kneeling on the spot.
"Let me... suck your filthy cock... with my mouth-pussy..."
"Is that the right way to say it?"
"Kgh-ut...?!"
'He's g-gloating...!'
His eyes were innocent, like a child playing a prank. Like a child poking a pig in a cage with a stick. When that gaze—mixed with a hint of pity, as if looking at someone remarkably stupid—hit her, Eleonora's lips trembled as she whispered,
"Please... let me suck Master's cock... with my l-lewd mouth-pussy... and let me eat your delicious semen..."
'What am I saying... just for that... just to eat that filthy cock and its seed, I called this man—who deserves to be torn apart—my M-master...?!'
Vile man! Despicable man! To make her utter such shameful words! While cursing him with every insult she knew in her head, Eleonora looked up at Shin Seon with anxious eyes.
"..."
He remained silent. Eleonora grew restless. Why? Why wasn't he letting her suck it? Did she say something wrong? Was it because she didn't use formal speech? Or because she wasn't lewd enough? Or was her voice too quiet?
Seeing her undisguised panic, Shin Seon finally spoke, as if he had been waiting for this moment.
"You're still lacking a lot, but since you're being so commendable, I'll allow it."
"Ah...!!"
Eleonora's eyes instantly lit up with joy.