While Shin Seon-dong was racking his brains over some stranger who had suddenly started worshipping him out of nowhere, a groan mixed with a lament was leaking out from the pigsty where a certain female knight was caged.
"Hnnngh... Kkhnnngh...♥"
Her body was itching again.
She was dressed in her full plate armor, but without the black sports bra, panties, or leggings she usually wore underneath.
To put it bluntly, Eleonora was wearing nothing but cold steel over her naked flesh. She let out breathless, feverish moans as her massive breasts itched incessantly.
"Whyyyy...?! Why are my tits... itching so muuuuch...?!"
Eleonora writhed on the straw, a thick anal plug still buried deep between her butt cheeks. Just a moment ago, she had been fine. After passing out from the shock of being creampied and pissed inside, she had washed her body, cleaning out the cum and urine filling her pussy.
Of course, being completely naked made her body feel unprecedentedly light, as if she could fly away.
Even though she was trapped in a smelly pigsty, the physical comfort she felt right now was comparable to resting in the Elves' Great Forest. She wanted nothing more than to lie back and fall into a deep sleep.
Except for her ass, that is.
If not for that filthy object stuffed inside her—supposedly to exterminate some parasite or mite in her body—she would be at peace. Instead, it constantly reminded her of strange, forgotten sensations.
If only that anal plug wasn't there, it would be perfect.
Normally, she would spend this time cursing Shin Seon-dong and plotting how to kill the man who caged her. But right now, at least for this moment, she wanted to surrender to this comfort and rest.
However, since she had agreed to obey him only until the itching stopped, Eleonora let out a small sigh and picked up the armor she had neatly set aside in the corner of the pen. Even if she was comfortable now, she thought she should probably be wearing something.
"..."
Of course, she wanted to wear proper clothes too. But didn't he say something about possibilities or whatever? He hadn't technically forbidden her from wearing clothes, had he?
"Filthy bastard! A man with nothing but a huge cock! A shameless brute who feels no guilt about pissing inside a woman's pussy!"
Grumble, grumble. As she muttered about how this was all just a ploy to break her into his personal sex slave, Eleonora suddenly realized something.
"...Come to think of it, if my body is perfectly fine now, doesn't that mean I don't need to listen to him anymore?"
Why did she end up in this state in the first place?
It was because of the stinging itch and the strange discomfort whenever she wore clothes.
But since those symptoms were gone, did she still need to obey? Obeying him was only temporary anyway. If her body was healed, surely she could start looking for a chance to escape again...
"First, I must dress. W-Wearing armor over a naked body is, in a sense, even more obscene than being stark naked...!"
Her hand, which was about to buckle the armor, froze. Slowly, she reached toward the pile of clothes she had neatly folded next to the armor.
However, the moment her silver gauntlet was about to grab the fabric...
"..."
Gulp!
Eleonora suddenly began to hyperventilate. Her gaze drifted from the leather belt wrapping around her lower abdomen to the silver plating protecting her pelvis, and finally, to the platinum-blonde forest growing lushly between the gaps.
"Wearing armor with my crotch wide open... exposing my pussy for all to see..."
Just a few hours ago, it had been filthily stained with the dried semen and urine of the man who raped her.
But now, it was washed clean, the hair fluffy and arranged as if ready to defy him at any moment.
"...His cock... that massive meat rod went in here..."
The male's cock that had ruthlessly violated her, paying no mind to the resistance of the thick platinum pubes covering her pussy.
A cock that wasn't satisfied with merely degrading a Grand Master's pussy into a common sow's cunt, but had to piss inside her precious womb—a womb meant to hold superior seed and bear another Grand Master.
And all she could do was lie pinned beneath him, squealing like an animal.
"A toilet... a sperm dumpster...!"
To think that she, a Grand Master praised throughout the continent, possessing a sacred womb destined to birth the future... was nothing more to him than a hole for venting lust and excreting waste.
"It couldn't be helped. Having such a huge cock plunging in and out... it... it was my first time experiencing that... so..."
Immediately after recalling how she had helplessly and lewdly oinked in pleasure, Eleonora shook her head violently. She pulled her hand away from the clothes she was about to grab and muttered.
"Right, this is a trap. Surely, if I put these on, he'll find another excuse to humiliate me. I'd rather... I'd rather expose my pussy and stay naked under the armor...!"
This is what he's aiming for.
The moment I put on clothes, he'll claim I disobeyed his orders and use it as a pretext to strip off even this armor.
But now that I've seen through his scheme, it won't work!
Eleonora muttered to an unseen audience as she hid the clothes in a dark corner where no one would see.
"I am not throwing them away. I'm simply hiding them because I don't know what kind of fault he'll find if he sees them. Seeing them only adds to the temptation to wear them, so I decided it's better to keep them out of sight."
Yes. If I am to be violated anyway, I will be violated while wearing this armor, retaining at least a shred of my dignity. After secretly burying her leggings and sports bra in the straw, Eleonora cleared her throat awkwardly and began to slowly fasten the buckles of her armor.
With every buckle she fastened, she felt the honor and pride of a knight swelling up from deep within her chest.
As her massive, 112cm breasts were buried and compressed within the chest plate, the distracting thoughts that had been racing through her mind seemed to fade away.
When she fastened the buckle over her precariously exposed pelvis, she felt as if Her Highness the Princess—who had designed, crafted, and personally bestowed this armor (along with the greatsword she had now lost)—was right there with her.
"That's right. I will not lose to this filthy training. I will tear him apart with my own hands and bathe my throat in his blood."
It was a vow she made constantly, but feeling the cold metal against her bare skin sharpened her mind. She felt as if she could overcome anything.
At least, until the symptoms returned not long after.
"Kuh... Why... I washed so thoroughly... Whyyyyy...!"
As soon as the sun began to set, that strange, maddening itch began to assault her once again.
However, Eleonora was confident she could endure it.
After all, she wasn't feeling the itch in her clitoris and pussy that had tormented her so persistently until yesterday.
She wouldn't have to humiliate herself by fingering her own cunt in a fit of loneliness and heat. But the trial came from a completely unexpected place.
"M-My nipples... Aaah... Why, why?! They were fine yesterday, so why now...?!"
The problem was her breasts, screaming in frustration inside her chest plate.
Every patch of skin touching the armor felt itchy and prickly, but her nipples—the most sensitive part of a woman's body—were suffering the worst of it.
The itch starting from her breasts naturally stimulated her nipples. Whether she wanted it or not, her physiological response caused her nipples to harden into stiff peaks, relentlessly pecking and poking against the thick metal ceiling of her armor. Pok, pok.
"My private parts... my pussy is fine, so why... whyyyyyy...?!"
It was even worse than the pussy itch. In that case, she could have just pulled down her black leggings and touched herself. But now, a thick barrier of metal blocked her hands, preventing her from scratching her desperate, itching nipples.
It wasn't that her nipples hadn't been stimulated yesterday. But back then, the overwhelming pleasure and stimulation from her pussy had masked it.
However, while her throbbing pussy had calmed down somewhat—perhaps due to the aftereffects of Shin Seon-dong's cock—her breasts were only just beginning to be broken in. They were just starting their development, making this the most sensitive period.
"No... Because of my tits... my pussy... my pussy is reacting again...! It's waking up...!"
Her clitoris, maintaining a state of constant erection, swelled so tight it felt like it might snap the Mithril piercing that penetrated it. Her pussy, which had tasted the male so many times, began to twitch its lips and drool, welcoming the return of her body's heat.
Squelch—
"T-There's so muuuuch...?!"
She had barely touched it, yet her love juices poured out as if someone had dumped a bucket of water. The thick scent of a female in heat began to fill the air once more.
She knew exactly how to solve this. Take off the armor and comfort herself. Torment her own nipples and stuff her fingers deep into her pussy, plowing herself until the 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 an admission that she had succumbed to the itch and thrown away her pride. She needed a justification. A pretext.
And as if heaven had heard Eleonora's desperate wish, Clank, the door to the pigsty opened, and a familiar voice drifted in.
"Is it itchy again? I knew this would happen. That's why I told you to take everything off."
"?!"