"You... you think I would agree to such a shameful demand?! I am a proud knight of the Isis Kingdom! Do you think I, of all people, would yield to the demands of a shameless scoundrel like you—"
"Then, I guess I'll have to break this sword? I don't mind. I'll just be trimming the tusks of an arrogant sow. Nothing more, nothing less."
No sooner had I finished speaking than I waved the greatsword in front of her eyes as if to say, 'Look at this.' Eleonora stared at the swaying sword with trembling eyes, then quickly looked up at me and shouted.
"Since you're capable of such tricks on my body anyway, why go through the trouble of shaming me like this...!"
"Because that would leave you room to escape."
That it was all my fault,
That it was all the doing of that vile being,
That her body wouldn't obey, forcing her to suffer this humiliation, that it was never her own will...
The number of excuses that could be pinned on those four words—'because of me'—became countless. But what if she took off her clothes herself and uttered humiliating words of her own volition?
Of course, this too falls under the large umbrella of the 'because of me' excuse, but unlike other excuses, the element of 'will' is involved.
Between the two sets that should never meet—'myself' and 'because of me'—an intersection is born: 'It was because of me, so I had no choice, but ultimately, my own will was involved.'
If left alone, these two sets might never have collided in her lifetime. But the moment they recognize each other's existence and collide, like a battle between the one trying to subjugate and the one refusing to be subjugated,
The battle between the two great sets of 'volition' and 'external force' does not end until one side devours the other.
In other words, this is my declaration of war upon the sow named Eleonora.
Right now, I'm forcibly creating an intersection using this greatsword, but it is my will to someday make Eleonora surrender to me of her own volition.
"Hmph... Have you forgotten? Because of your tricks, I can't even use my hands properly. How do you expect me to take off my clothes, ah?"
I won't give her any room to escape.
Eleonora, having returned to bipedal stance, widened her eyes like a rabbit's, and at the same time, reached out towards me and the greatsword from the passageway in front of us.
Ah, by the way, I couldn't actually see her reaching out with my naked eyes, so to be precise, 'it seemed she tried to reach out.'
"What is this now?! Why... why won't my hand... move...?!"
Was 'no escape' a basic feature the moment she was introduced into this pen?
Even though her sword was right in front of her, it was as if she was performing mime, blocked by an invisible wall. Eleonora stepped back from the wall, fuming.
I wonder how many times she's been humiliated just today. Whether she has ever experienced humiliation like this in her life, I cannot know,
But the way she glares at me and exhales rough breaths allows me to make an educated guess.
"Promise me..."
"Hmm?"
"Even if I... even if I do as you say, there's no guarantee you'll keep your word, and I have no way of knowing what other fault you might find."
"Ooh."
Has she learned something? It's true that while Eleonora was doing as I said, I hadn't considered not breaking the sword. But you can know the depth of a river, not the human heart.
It's only natural for Eleonora to think that I, who used the destruction of her sword as a pretext to make humiliating demands, might destroy the greatsword on a mere whim, even if she obeys.
She is demanding a firm answer from me.
[How dare she, an arrogant sow! Breeder! In times like this, you should slap her across the face and then grind her head under your heel?!]
This guy really has no sense of aesthetics.
The female knight, who had been expressing defiance without a trace of fear, even though she didn't know what might be done to her, had stepped back.
"Do whatever you want to my body. If you tell me to bark like a dog, I'll bark. If you tell me to squeal like a pig, I'll gladly squeal. So you too, swear it here, on your name! Swear that if I do as you say now—"
"I promise. On my name, Shin Seon, the two characters given to me by my parents, I swear this sword will not be destroyed by my hand. Depending on the situation, I might even consider returning it to you."
"...Very well then."
Eleonora, having read the sincerity in my eyes, took a deep breath and began to reach for her shoulders. Then, with the sound of buckles coming undone one by one, Eleonora's massive breasts, which had been sealed away by that huge plate armor until now, were revealed.
"As I thought, when I glimpsed it in your status window earlier, I thought it was an error, but you were forcing them down with that breastplate, weren't you? Truly breasts worthy of a sow, so vulgar."
"Grrk...!"
Perhaps it was because of breasts like those that she couldn't draw a sword from her hip, leading her to choose a greatsword as her weapon—a weapon that doesn't need to be drawn from a scabbard.
Even now, suppressed by a sports bra of the same material as the black leggings on her lower body, the intuition comes: 'Ah, those are massive breasts.' What would it be like if she took off that sports bra?
On the other hand, as my gaze began to openly roam over her body, Eleonora bit her lip in shame, yet showed no hesitation in undressing.
How many more minutes passed? Before I knew it, the gauntlets that had been equipped on Eleonora's arms were neatly stacked beside the breastplate placed carefully at her feet, and as Eleonora, kneeling, finished unbuckling the greaves including the boots,
All the armor that had been covering Eleonora's body was stripped away.
Now Eleonora wore only the form-fitting sports bra and leggings, top and bottom.
"What are you doing? Take it off now. I told you to take off everything you're wearing. Why is your body still intact?"
"Ugh... My, my naked body... to a man who knows no shame...!"
But Eleonora's two hands dutifully grabbed her sports bra and slowly began to pull it upwards. Whether it was her intention or not, I don't know. Her body, soaked in sweat, and her ragged breath from shame.
The massive breasts, swaddled in the sports bra she was lifting, seemed to cry out to be freed. Combined with it all, who but those present would see the sow before them as a knight?
Add to that, me, who has even pulled up a chair in front of her as she slowly undresses and is leisurely watching the show, one might mistakenly think they've come to some decadent establishment?
[Wow, waa! Look at those breasts! Oh my! Breasts bigger than her head?! And two of them, left and right, getting along so well! How on earth was she suppressing those vulgar breasts?! Wooohooooo!]
...This guy really ruins the mood; if there was an on/off function, I'd turn it off.
Frankly, if I hadn't already confirmed she was female through that SD character, I would have asked long ago.
"...Don't look."
"Don't look at these huge tits so big you can't even cover them with your hands? That's a pretty unreasonable request."
"Really, how can a man have such a talent for getting under one's skin...!"
The moment Eleonora pulled up her sports bra, as if watching a Michael Bay film, her massive breasts burst forth. As if ashamed, she reached out to cover them, but I didn't stop her.
Since they couldn't be covered anyway, there was a certain pleasure in watching her breasts squish and deform nicely each time she tried to press them down with her arms.
[More than that, Breeder, this is the first time you're seeing a woman's naked body, right? Aren't you feeling flustered? Like, 'Ahhh, that stimulation is too much for meeeee!' and instantly cumming?]
'It's because of who that I've come to see her as a sow. Besides, if I get flustered now just from seeing a naked body, I'll immediately lose the initiative to her.'
It's impossible not to get an erection looking at those breasts.
I did hypnotize myself, 'She's a sow, she's a sow,' but just as Eleonora stubbornly removed the mithril chain, the male part of me, sleeping within my cock, seems to have stubbornly resolved it and is now erect.
"..."
And then, Eleonora, staring intently at my erect cock. I don't know what she's thinking, but the fact that her face is red suggests that seeing me get hard looking at her body has added to her shame?
"Your hands are idle."
"...Don't rush me, you pervert."
Covering her chest with her left arm as if pressing down, Eleonora slowly began to pull down her leggings. But then,
"What's this? I thought something was strange earlier. Were you just wearing leggings and nothing else underneath?"
"..."
When I spanked her butt, it felt strangely vivid and resilient, so I wondered, but could it be that underneath, she was only wearing black leggings, without a single other piece of cloth that should properly be worn,
exposing her pubic hair, the same color as her platinum blonde hair, and the tightly closed lips beneath, with no underwear?
...Is this why they said the hint might be easier than expected?
"I kept calling you a sow, a sow, and you really are a sow."
"Sh,Shut uuuup...!"
Eleonora bit her lip so hard a trickle of blood flowed from her mouth. Carefully bending her waist, she finally slipped out of the leggings, and by neatly folding the leggings and placing them on top of the breastplate, Eleonora stood completely naked,
fully exposing her plump breasts and buttocks, having become a sow.
"I'll kill you... When all this is over, I will behead you and hang you on the wall as a decoration...!"
"Is that so...? In the same timeline as the future you imagine, I see a sow spreading her pussy naked before me, oinking."
"...Just you wait."
A bone-chilling murderous intent spread through the pigpen like fog, and our pigs all huddled in the corners, trembling.
"Now, then, move those hands."
"..."
Eleonora, with her eyes tightly shut, slowly removed the two hands covering her breasts and pussy. Then, commendably, she put her hands behind her back and began to expose her naked body fully. She hid nothing—not the massive breasts larger than her head, nor the golden pubic hair adorning her pussy.
And, as if utterly humiliated, she bit her lip and slowly averted her gaze from mine.
It was the very picture of a knight being perfectly debauched.
"Now, for the last part. As I instructed, you must recite the lines I told you earlier, along with the lewdest pose you can think of, right?"
"D,Don't rush... me... you, you vile man...!"
Eleonora's legs spread to shoulder-width, and she gradually began to assume a bow-legged stance. Surprisingly, the hands behind her back began to move towards the back of her head.
Then, slowly, very slowly, thrusting her pussy towards me, Eleonora opened her mouth.
"I, I, Eleonora Croft, am a lewd sow who serves my master and my master's cock. Oo, Oink...!"
Her pink tongue hung low over her lips.