"That aside, it's softer than I expected. I felt it when I spanked your butt earlier too, but I was so preoccupied with other thoughts I thought I might have been mistaken."
"Where... are you sitting?! Get off...!"
The muscles bulging on her forearms, capable of swinging a greatsword like a pair of chopsticks; the sturdy thighs, evident even through the black leggings stretched taut over what could be described as an 'easy-birthing' pelvis and a sow's plump buttocks.
Despite this physique—which hinted at the effort to reach such a pinnacle, even at her age under 30 (though it feels odd for me, her junior, to say this)—being seemingly rigid, contrary to my worries, the softness and comfort I felt through my buttocks, as if sitting on a high-end sofa, seemed to rebuke me, suggesting it wasn't all about appearances.
"And... what a quintessential 'violated female knight' outfit this is."
"Grrrr...!"
Her shoulders, clad in leather gauntlets for wielding the greatsword; her torso armor, perhaps to allow free twisting of the waist, leaving her abdomen completely exposed.
Though she wielded a greatsword—the very epitome of high-risk, high-return, guaranteeing destructive power at the cost of mobility and agility—she willingly sacrificed defense for her abdomen.
Given the weight and size of a weapon capable of generating winds rivaling a giant fan with just a swing, it was inevitable that the openings created would be exploited.
Indeed, on this sow's abdomen, marked by distinct abs, remained several old scars from blade wounds. Scars that looked at least a few years old, if not more.
"After reaching the pinnacle, she likely had no more rivals, and thus, those capable of wounding her body disappeared as well."
181cm—tall and, as a female, achieving a rank among the strongest before the age of 30 and wielding a greatsword with a female body—it wouldn't be an exaggeration to call her a prodigious genius.
So how did such a knight end up as a sow, pinned helplessly beneath my buttocks?
"I tried to resolve this through conversation, but since you bared your teeth at me first, I've cast aside any shred of conscience and feel the urge to break you in thoroughly."
"Why, why can't I get up?! Aaaah...!"
Screech! Screeeech!!
The silver gauntlets on her hands scraped against the floor, expressing their owner's fury, but no matter how much she struggled, there was nothing she could do.
"I told you, it's not that I'm strong, but that you're weak."
"You bastard, you bastard...! If it weren't for these cowardly tricks, I'd cut you down... just like the bandits, mountain thieves, and slave hunters I hunted in the past...!"
Eleonora, sweating profusely all over, gritted her teeth as if dying of rage. But suddenly, my cock, which had been still, began to swell intensely, bulging as if ready to burst out at any moment.
"What... is that...! Hmph, I saw it earlier too, but don't tell me you're getting aroused by this muscle-bound body just because you're a male...!"
What's this? Why did my cock suddenly get erect?
I've seen the trope of a captured female knight in comics and games, but seeing one in reality, destined to be broken in as a sow?
I'll solve that mystery later.
I continued to sit on Eleonora's body, examining every part of her.
'She said she traveled to find a new realm... but judging by this shabby cloak, she wasn't just traveling.' The cloak, full of holes, cuts, and tears, frayed beyond repair, was proof she had been constantly fighting.
She herself knows there's no one who can rival her; even I could tell from a glance at her status window. So why?
The lowlifes she mentioned—bandits, thieves, and slave hunters.
I get that she has a strong sense of justice...
But is it necessary?
"You said you cut down a band of thieves?"
"That's right! I'd love to send you to join the heads that fell by my hand...!"
Screech, squee... squee...
'Is that even possible...?'
Setting aside the question in my mind for now, I first carefully examined the knight's attire. I stroked the black leggings that offered no defense front or back, except for the armor attached to Eleonora's pelvis.
"Uh... Take your filthy hands off me this instant!"
"For wielding a greatsword, I suppose? You're wearing steel boots from your feet to your shins to support your body with your legs spread, but having no defense here and there, on your butt and pussy—does that make sense?"
"P-p...?! How dare you insult me with such vulgar language...?!"
Her pelvis only has minimal armor for protection; even I could probably flick it off with a touch.
[So, what are you going to do? You're going to rape her, of course! Ravage her senseless until she can't live without the Breeder's cock...!]
"Well, that's the natural course, but doing just that won't be enough to corrupt this female knight."
"Filthy bastard... Without these despicable tricks, you couldn't even hold a woman..."
"Why are you calling yourself a woman? You're a sow. Does the pig still think it's human?"
"Guh...?!"
She probably wants to kill me right now for incessantly insulting her, but her body won't obey. It must be incredibly frustrating, though, of course, I wouldn't know.
"Do you know what happens when a pig is born?"
"..."
Eleonora didn't answer. Perhaps knowing I'd just use it to insult her, she kept her mouth shut, but at a glance, she seemed to be pondering how to inflict a humiliating insult upon me.
"When a pig is born, first, its teeth are trimmed."
"...Its teeth?"
Eleonora muttered as if she couldn't imagine it.
Indeed, looking at murals or paintings related to pig farmers from the medieval era, the pigs they raised had tusks, much like today's wild boars, not much different from wild pigs.
Probably, judging by Eleonora glancing at the surrounding pigs, it was the same in her world.
"It's to prevent the pigs from biting. These guys, when stressed, bite the tails of others nearby. If they're going to be stressed, they should bear it alone, not stress out others too. Also, when they suckle from their mother as piglets, their canine teeth can injure the mother. But ultimately, they're still commodities, right? You can't have the commodity getting damaged."
"..."
Eleonora remained silent, perhaps not understanding what I was talking about, or maybe just observing the situation for now.
"Next, their tails are docked. As I said, when stressed, they mostly bite each other's tails. I'm not sure if the tail itself incites conflict, but once a tail is bitten, the bitten one will seek revenge, so it's about cutting it off at the source."
Unbeknownst to me, the pigs were staring blankly at her, and Eleonora was looking around at them.
"You're not saying things like 'how cruel' or anything?"
"Livestock are beasts raised to be eaten by humans. What use is pity or sympathy for them?"
"But can't you have a bit of fellow feeling? You're a sow too, even if you look different."
"Who are you calling a sooow!?"
All she could do was shout at me, as if to show that despite her frustration, she wouldn't break, even if only in this way.
"As for what happens after that... I'll show you directly on your body later."
"Hmph, I can see what you're thinking without even looking. You plan to violate me with that utterly worthless thing, don't you?"
"There's a perfectly good word like 'cock,' so I'd appreciate a correction later, but anyway. Originally, I was going to give you time to adjust here, but you acted insolently, so the plan changed. Today, we'll have a session to properly and thoroughly teach you what your situation is."
Having said that, I reached for the toolbox nearby. A message window appeared above it.
[Sow Breaking Toolbox]
Did this pen change too? Like everything else on the farm?
I opened the box and took out a wrench. Eleonora, seeing the strange tool she'd never seen before, stared intently at the wrench in my hand.
"Hmph, planning to break my spirit through torture? The knights of the kingdom would rather die than submit to torture like yours! Do you think I'll yield to you?!"
Huh? What's this...
That strange sense of incongruity kept nagging at me, but right now, it wasn't the most important thing.
I held up the suspiciously shiny wrench and said,
"You seem to have guessed what this is? But let me correct you slightly. What you're thinking of is pliers for pulling out nails or teeth. This is a wrench, so to speak."
"Wren...ch?"
"I don't know the dictionary definition of a wrench, but anyway, the reason it's in a pigpen is—"
But before I could finish, Eleonora, her face bright red, started shouting again.
"You plan to pull my teeth...! Using that tool to pull my teeth to break my spirit already!"
Screech... Screech...
"Hmm... I'm not going to use it on you. Well, I am, but it's not for you, so to speak..."
"What are you talking about? You're not going to use it on me?"
He brought out a torture tool right in front of her but says he won't torture her? Seemingly genuinely curious despite everything, Eleonora tilted her head. But soon, as I reached for her greatsword, her face, which had been crimson, turned pale with shock.
"I told you earlier, right? We trim the pigs' teeth. To be precise, it's the canines, but anyway, saying 'trim the teeth' isn't wrong."
"What are you doing?! Stop! Stop right now!"
It seemed Eleonora had realized what I was about to do as I held her sword, the very symbol of a knight's pride—her own pride—and began examining it closely. She screamed, but there was no mercy in my hands.
"Can you not hear me?! I will forgive you for daring to lay hands on my sword, but if you let go now, I'll grant you a swift death by hanging instead of a slow one! Can't you hear me?!"
The sight of Eleonora scrambling on all fours to protect her sword from me was truly a spectacle.