Squelch, drip—
"Hmm? Why is my pussy...?"
Eleonora, who had been fully engrossed in devising her swordsmanship, suddenly tilted her head. She paused the motion of her hips—which had been stinging the air like a bee—as she felt the slick, warm sensation of love juices streaming down her thighs.
"Of course, I never stop thinking lewd thoughts to keep myself constantly in heat, ensuring my cunt stays wet, gaping, and ready for Master at all times, but..."
It wasn't usually enough to leak this much, was it?
This pussy water was different. This lubrication was flowing due to an external factor.
If anyone heard her, they might think, 'Isn't it all the same?' considering she was already behaving like a pervert dripping fluids out in the open. But Eleonora felt a strange certainty.
'Is someone watching me?'
Eleonora, judging the situation simply by the volume of slime secreting from her crotch.
If Shin Seon-dong had been the one watching her, she would have been emitting a filthy, musky sow scent right then and there, and her pussy would be flooded to the point of bursting. But this strangely creeping, tingling sensation... it was similar to when she had exposed her naked body to the Holy Knights not long ago.
The only difference was that she couldn't feel a physical gaze.
It was a contradiction to say she felt watched but couldn't feel the stare. However, Eleonora decided to trust the sticky instinct of a female—the sensation flowing down her legs—rather than her senses as a Grand Master.
"Fufu..."
I don't know who it is, and I don't know where they are, but they are watching, aren't they?
To think someone is stealing a glance at the naked body of the Master's lewdest sow, Eleonora! Watching me right now, as I shamelessly stuff a sword into my asshole!
"I simply cannot endure this. Mmmn, it is only natural that I would go into heat in a situation like this."
Squelch, driiiip—♥
In an instant, her face went slack with pleasure, flushed red with arousal. Wearing a depraved smile, Eleonora dropped her hands to the ground. She lowered her upper body and hiked her buttocks high into the air.
"Sow Swordsmanship, First Stance: The Basic Stance...!"
Anyone watching might object, saying she was merely mimicking a beast walking on all fours with its ass in the air. However, this stance was inspired by animals exposing their bellies to show submission.
Of course, superficially, there seemed to be no connection between a four-legged stance and the belly-up posture of submission. But Eleonora, having just created the basic stance of her sword art, thought differently:
'If beasts show their bellies to expose their weakest point as a sign of submission... then for a sow, the proper equivalent is to present her weakest parts—her pussy and asshole—to the Master. This shall be the absolute foundation for a Sow Knight pledging absolute obedience.'
And another meaning of this posture was that of a rutting female, signaling she was ready to be mounted and impaled by her Master's cock at any moment.
"A stance that appeals to the fact that I can be fucked at any time, while containing the resolve to crush any enemy for the sake of Master and his Cock...!"
It was a knightly stance embodying absolute loyalty and submission to the one she served. Simultaneously, as Shin Seon-dong's lewd sow, it was a stance meant to display her heat-flushed, disgraceful state to him without a filter. Truly, a posture befitting a Sow Knight.
It was a pose that would make anyone watching dizzy with its obscenity. Yet, Eleonora snorted with pride, feeling deeply satisfied that she had established the foundation of her Sow Swordsmanship and that her lewd self was being observed.
"Hmph... Of course, since I am leaning forward, this stance does have the disadvantage of a lower field of vision... But well, it is no different from fighting enemies ambushing from high ground, as I have done many times before."
She was aware of the disadvantages regarding reach and vision, but Eleonora didn't seem to care much.
Even if it was a thing of the past—a relic of her time as a meager human—she was once called the strongest on the continent. Did anyone think she would lose just because she was swinging a sword in this wretched state?
It was not arrogance, but certainty. Eleonora knew exactly how skilled she was. She could defeat most ordinary knights even if she fought with a wooden chopstick.
'In the first place, if one is the Master's Sow Knight, even if they aren't a Knight Commander like me, they would be at least Master-level talent.'
Above all, would her Master, who had such a discerning eye for sows, bring in just any woman as livestock simply because she was pretty?
Therefore, Eleonora did not make a single improvement to this hole-filled stance. After all, something like this should be possible for everyone.
"Like, this! Wiggling my ass as if serving the Master...!"
As her voluptuous buttocks shook, the unique, sharp sound of air being sliced echoed through the yard. Eleonora smiled with satisfaction, pushed off the ground, and stood up.
'Rather, this is a stance that induces carelessness in the enemy. It is a bit awkward for me to say this myself, but I am beautiful. And judging by my body—these bouncy, vulgar tits and this ass—am I not obscene material that naturally provokes lust in other males?'
Of course, that was largely because she was walking around completely naked!
Regardless, realizing that the stance she thought was full of holes actually had more benefits than expected, Eleonora decided to research this filthy swordsmanship in earnest. Suddenly, she flashed a lewd smile and shouted.
"However, setting aside the refinement of the sword art, I have clearly realized what I am lacking the most right now!"
—...clearly realized what I am lacking the most right now!
"W-What is it... What exactly... did she realize...?!"
Through the sword positioned directly beneath Eleonora's crotch, the Saintess was peeping at the platinum-blonde woman whose beauty shone brilliantly even though her face was blurred. The Saintess, unable to control her trembling body, shuddered and muttered to herself.
"Oh my heavens... There was a reason why Christia, the church officials, and even the Holy Bible declared lust to be a sin!"
When she had witnessed the sex act between Shin Seon-dong and Eleonora last time, she had nearly been overwhelmed, helpless against the emotions of lust and obscenity that suddenly flooded her mind.
It wasn't that she had zero sexual knowledge (though it was practically non-existent), but she never knew that the intercourse between a man and a woman—seen for the first time in her life—could be so lewd, filthy, and vulgar.
Before she knew it, sticky, viscous emotions had flowed into her mind as she became deeply engrossed in their coupling.
Why was she able to utter the names of the sin known only as Lust and its offspring, born from her own emotions and desires?
Was the Goddess instilling this knowledge in her to warn her?
Or was the immense corruption she saw back then teaching her these things to beckon her closer?
She didn't know the exact reason. It had simply flowed into her head when she watched them fuck. She had just suddenly realized it.
That these emotions and sensations she was seeing and feeling were flowing from Lust.
'Since then, seeing how Christia avoids my questions and blurs her answers, I became certain.'
That that is what Lust is. And that she must face it.
'I know now, having felt firsthand just how terrifying a sin Lust is for a woman... and while I must remain vigilant...'
She was certain. The owner of the aura that had corrupted that woman to such an extent was a nemesis she, as the Saintess, would inevitably have to face one day.
Of course, the identity of the brilliant light she had glimpsed within that aura was as unknown to her as the faces of the man and woman. But she knew she could not avoid it, if only to uncover its true nature.
They say if you know your enemy and know yourself, you will never be defeated. Thus, the Saintess stared intently at Eleonora—whose face was still blurred—ignoring the heat flushing through her body in hopes of gaining even a little more information.
And then,
"Since I cannot hear the name, it would be nice if I could at least see the face clearly—huh?"
In the brief moment she looked away, Eleonora had pulled the sword out of her anus and suddenly appeared holding two wooden chairs.
'She is trying to do something again...!'
With eyes full of unease, the Saintess watched as Eleonora slowly dragged the wooden chairs to either side of the sword stuck in the ground.
Then, she watched as Eleonora struck the handle of the sword with a large sledgehammer, firmly fixing the sword—blade down, handle up—into the ground.
No, to be precise, the Saintess was so captivated by her smile that she lost her mind.
"What is that smile... She is sweating profusely, yet she looks like a mischievous child about to have fun, licking her lips as if savoring a meal... What is that unbelievably sticky, lewd smile...?!"
Thump-thump!
She felt like she shouldn't be watching. She told herself over and over that this was wrong, that she was accumulating sin. But she couldn't take her eyes off it.
Personal curiosity was one thing, but her eyes were glued to the eroticism radiating from that familiar woman's bewitching smile and every trivial gesture.
—Fufufu... Yes, what was truly lacking for me was the grip of this asshole. Since the tightness is weak, I cannot hold the sword as I wish.
"G-Grip?!"
The Saintess shook her head in disbelief, horrified, as she watched Eleonora climb onto the chairs, spread her legs into an M-shape, and slowly begin to lower her buttocks toward the sword handle.
—To call myself a Sow Knight and yet have such a loose asshole that I cannot even grip a sword... How could I possibly provide satisfactory service to Master? This is training for his sake...! Ahhhhn...♥
"I-It's really going in! The sword is going into... there...?!"
—Hnnngoooohhh...!
"Hiiieeek?!"
The Saintess let out a sharp shriek as she watched the sword handle slowly disappear inside Eleonora's asshole.