"Do you... Do you truly believe I would submit to such a shameful, depraved demand?! I am a proud Knight of the Isis Kingdom! I will never yield to the whims of a shameless scoundrel like y—"
"Then I suppose I’ll have to snap this sword in two? It doesn't matter to me. It’s just pulling the teeth of an arrogant sow. Nothing more, nothing less."
As soon as the words left my mouth, I shook the greatsword in front of her face as if to show her exactly what I meant. Eleonora’s eyes trembled as she stared at her blade, and she immediately looked up at me and shouted.
"You have the power to do whatever you want to my body, yet you insist on humiliating me like this...!"
"Because if I force you, you’ll still have a corner of your mind to retreat to."
‘I had no choice.’
‘This is all that evil man’s doing.’
‘My body was forced to submit, but my will remains unbroken.’
Using just the phrase 'Because of you,' she could conjure up countless excuses to protect her ego. But what if she takes off her clothes herself? What if she spits out those humiliating words through her own lips, by her own volition?
Of course, this still technically falls under the 'Because of you' umbrella of excuses. But unlike the others, this involves her 'Will'.
Between the two disjointed sets of 'My Will' and 'Because of Him,' a forced intersection is born: 'I couldn't help it because of him, but ultimately, I used my own will to do it.'
Normally, these two concepts would never meet. But the moment they acknowledge each other and collide—like a battle between one trying to dominate and one trying to resist—the conflict between Autonomy and Heteronomy doesn't end until one side is completely devoured.
In short, this is my declaration of war against the sow named Eleonora.
Right now, I am using this greatsword to force that intersection, but my will is to eventually make Eleonora submit to me entirely of her own accord.
"Hmph... Have you forgotten? Thanks to your little tricks, I can’t even use my hands properly. How do you expect me to undress, huh?"
I won’t give her any room to escape.
Eleonora, realizing she had returned to walking on two legs, widened her eyes like a startled rabbit. Simultaneously, she reached out toward me—and the greatsword—watching her from the aisle in front of the pen.
Ah, for the record, I couldn't actually see her reaching out. To be precise, it looked like she tried to reach out.
"What is this?! Why... Why won't my hands... move forward...?!"
Is being unable to escape a default option the moment one is locked in here?
Her own sword was right in front of her eyes, yet she was blocked by an invisible wall, looking like she was performing a mime act. Eleonora huffed and puffed, retreating from the barrier.
I don't know how many times she’s been humiliated just today, or if she’s ever experienced such disgrace in her entire life. But seeing her glare at me while panting roughly gave me a pretty good guess.
"Promise... me..."
"Hm?"
"Even if I... Even if I follow your orders, there is no guarantee you will keep your word. You might just find another excuse to torment me."
"Oho."
Has she learned? Certainly, I did consider breaking the sword right in front of her even if she did exactly as I said. But they say you can know the depth of water, but not the depth of a person's heart.
It is only natural for Eleonora to think that I, having made such a humiliating demand using the sword as leverage, might just change my mind and destroy it anyway.
She wants a firm answer.
[Where does this sow get off being so cheeky! Master Breeder! In times like this, you should slap her across the face and stomp on her head, right?!]
This thing really doesn't understand aesthetics.
Despite not knowing what kind of horrible things are about to happen to her, the Knightess still showed fighting spirit without a shred of fear. And now, she has stepped back.
"I don't care what you do to my body. If you tell me to bark like a dog, I will bark. If you tell me to squeal like a pig, I will gladly squeal. So, pledge on your name right here and now! Promise me that if I do as you say—"
"I promise. I stake my name, Shin Seon-dong, the name given to me by my parents, that this sword will not be destroyed by my hands. Depending on the circumstances, I might even consider returning it to you."
"...Very well."
Reading the sincerity in my eyes, Eleonora took a deep breath and began to reach for her shoulders. One by one, the buckles clicked open. And then, released from the confinement of that massive plate armor, Eleonora’s explosive tits revealed themselves.
"Just as I thought. I saw it briefly in the status window earlier and thought it might be a glitch, but you were really suppressing them with that chest armor? What a truly vulgar pair of tits, fitting for a sow."
"Kuh, kuuugh...!"
Perhaps she chose a greatsword that doesn't need to be drawn from a scabbard because those massive breasts made it impossible to draw a sword from her waist.
Even now, despite her chest being compressed by a sports bra made of the same material as her black leggings, my instincts were screaming, 'Ah, those are massive.' I wonder what it will look like when she takes that sports bra off?
On the other hand, as my gaze began to blatantly rake over her body, Eleonora bit her lip in shame, yet showed no hesitation in stripping.
How many minutes passed? The gauntlets that were on Eleonora's arms were now neatly stacked next to the breastplate at her feet. Kneeling down, she unbuckled her greaves and boots.
Finally, all the armor protecting Eleonora's body had been stripped away.
Now, Eleonora was wearing nothing but a skin-tight sports bra and leggings.
"What are you doing? I told you to strip. I said take everything off your body, so why is your sow meat still covered?"
"Ugh, uuuugh... To show my naked body... to a shameless man who knows no decency...!"
However, Eleonora's hands dutifully grabbed the hem of her sports bra and began to slowly pull it up. Whether she intended it or not, her entire body was slick with sweat, and her breath was ragged from the humiliation.
As the sports bra was lifted, the massive breasts that had been screaming for release spilled out, blending with the scene. If you weren't the one standing here, who would ever consider this sow in front of me a Knightess?
If you added me sitting on a chair, leisurely watching her slowly undress, wouldn't someone mistake this for some kind of degenerate brothel?
[Wo-Wow! Lo-Look at those breasts! Oh my god! Tits bigger than her head?! And two of them, happily sitting left and right! How on earth did she suppress such vulgar udders! Hyaaaaah!]
...If this thing had an ON/OFF switch, I would have turned it off by now. It really knows how to ruin the mood.
Frankly speaking, if I hadn't confirmed through that SD Character that it was female, I would have asked it to shut up long ago.
"...Do not look."
"You want me not to look at those enormous tits that you can't even cover with your hands? That’s quite an unreasonable request."
"Really, how can there be a man with such a talent for scratching at a person's nerves...?!"
As soon as Eleonora pulled up her sports bra, her explosive breasts sprang out like something from a Michael Bay movie. She hurriedly tried to cover them with her hands in shame, but I didn't bother stopping her.
She couldn't cover them completely anyway. There was a certain flavor in watching those soft mounds squash and deform beautifully every time she pressed down with her arms in a futile attempt to hide them.
[By the way, Master Breeder, this is your first time seeing a woman naked, but you don't seem flustered at all? For example, shouting 'I'm a virgin, this stimulation is too stroooong!' and blowing your load immediately.]
'Who do you think made me see her as a sow? Besides, if I panic just because I saw some nudity, I'd lose the initiative to her instantly. That's why I'm staying still.'
Though, it is impossible not to get a hard-on while looking at those tits.
I kept hypnotizing myself, 'She's a sow, she's a sow,' but just as Eleonora used her grit to break the mithril chains, the male beast sleeping in my crotch used his grit to resolve the situation, standing fully erect.
"..."
And then, Eleonora stared intently at my cock. I don't know what she was thinking, but seeing her face turn bright red, perhaps her shame was compounded by seeing me get hard over her body.
"Your hands have stopped."
"...Do not rush me, you filthy man."
Using her left arm to press down and cover her breasts, Eleonora slowly lowered her leggings. But then—
"What? I thought something felt strange earlier... Were you wearing only leggings? Nothing else?"
"..."
When I spanked her ass, the texture felt strangely vivid and fleshy. I wondered what it was, but to think she was wearing only black leggings down below, without a single scrap of fabric that should have been underneath?
She wasn't wearing panties. Just platinum pubic hair, the exact same color as her hair, and tightly shut nether lips underneath.
...Is this why the 'Hint' or whatever said it might be easier than I thought?
"I kept calling you a sow, but you really are a sow."
"Sh-Shut up...!"
Eleonora bit her lip so hard a trickle of blood ran down. She carefully bent over and slid the leggings down to the very end. Finally, placing the neatly folded leggings on top of her breastplate, Eleonora stood completely stark naked.
She had become a true sow, fully exposing her fleshy tits and ass.
"I will kill you... When this is all over, I will cut off your head and hang it on the wall as a decoration...!"
"I wonder about that... In the same timeline as the future you’re imagining, I see a sow spreading her pussy lips wide, naked in front of me, and oinking happily."
"...We shall see."
A chilling killing intent spread through the pigsty like fog, causing all our actual pigs to huddle in the corner, trembling in fear.
"Now then, move those hands."
"..."
Squeezing her eyes shut tight, Eleonora slowly removed the hands covering her breasts and crotch. Commendably, she clasped her hands behind her back, fully displaying her naked body. Her explosive tits, bigger than her head, and her pussy, thick with golden bush—she hid nothing.
She bit her lip as if humiliated and slowly averted her gaze from mine.
Truly, she was the very definition of a Knightess being perfectly disgraced.
"Now, for the finale. As I ordered, you must assume the lewdest pose you can think of and recite the line I told you earlier, right?"
"D-Do not... r-rush me... You... You despicable bastard...!"
Eleonora’s legs spread shoulder-width apart. Then, slowly, she turned her knees inward into a knock-kneed stance. Surprisingly, the hands clasped behind her back moved up to cradle the back of her head.
And then, slowly, very slowly, Eleonora thrust her pelvis forward, offering her pussy right toward me, and opened her mouth.
"I-I, Eleonora Croft... am a lewd sow who serves Master and Master's cock. O-Oink...!"
Her pink tongue hung low over her lip.