The next day.
Schlick-schlick!
Waking from a deep sleep, I didn't even need to question the warm, wet sensation enveloping my lower half. The sticky, slick mucous membranes wrapped tightly around my cock, missing not a single spot as they massaged me. I simply thrust my hips, pretending to toss and turn.
"Mmmph...♥"
I didn't really need to ask what was happening.
Eleonora, having woken up before me, was undoubtedly performing her morning service on my cock.
"Oook! Ooooooph!!"
I had only moved my hips slightly, yet the sensation of my penis bending slightly against the resistance... It was a unique pleasure that could only be felt when the cock was pushed past the throat during mouth-pussy service.
It was the exquisite sensation of a loyal sow serving her master—a devotion so deep that she wouldn't stop sucking even if she struggled to breathe, or even if she choked to death right there and then.
I casually reached out, pressing down firmly on the back of Eleonora's head, and released my pleasure.
Spluuuurt!
With a wet, squelching sound, my cock spewed semen deep inside. The sensation of her throat muscles constricting, gluck-gluck, working tirelessly to swallow everything down and milk out every last drop to aid my ejaculation... it was divine.
"...♥"
Once the direct injection into her throat was finished and my morning erection subsided, Eleonora’s gem-like blue eyes sparkled. She immediately began to suck and lick the softening shaft, cleaning it thoroughly.
Slurp, suck, kiss.
I had once told her to stop doing this, suggesting she should just take a shower since there was sweat from our night of passion, but back then...
—To forbid me from cleaning your cock after service... Just kill me instead, you vile man!!
—Wait, is it that serious?!
"Mnnnm... Sluuuuuuurp...♥"
Seeing Eleonora now, happily cleaning my cock with hearts practically floating from her eyes, reminded me of that shocking moment when she had nearly grabbed me by the collar—master or not—in her anger.
According to Eleonora, who later begged for forgiveness, cleaning my cock was a kind of badge of loyalty for a sow serving me.
She claimed it made her realize that she was an existence lower than my penis, highlighting my greatness for having corrupted her, and listed a long string of other reasons. But the gist of it was that telling a Sow Knight not to clean her master's cock was a disgrace worse than death.
Since she insisted that she had her own convictions about finishing morning service with a proper cleaning, I stopped trying to dissuade her.
In fact, hearing that made me happy.
It proved her loyalty to my command: to become lewder, to fall further, and to become the most lascivious woman in the world.
How could I resist this sense of conquest? This beautiful sow pledging her absolute obedience by cleaning my cock with her own mouth. The superiority of knowing that I alone could handle this female however I pleased.
...Perhaps I've been infected by Eleonora's madness to some extent, but hey, if it feels good, it is good.
"Sluuuuuuurp, Puh-haaah... Good morning, Master...♥"
"Good morning. How is it today? Delicious?"
"Yes... It's thick and smells so musky today, and the chunky lumps are... it's so delicious, Hnnngh...! Just tasting your semen is making me c-cum...!"
Slurp. Licking her lips as if she still wanted more, her body trembling, Eleonora immediately got off the bed. She knelt on the floor, brought her hands together politely, and bowed her head.
"Thank you for feeding me your delicious semen until I was full again today, Master...♥"
"Raise your head."
"Yes! I will prepare the toilet now..."
She really is hopeless.
How much time had passed since she said she was full of my cum? Yet she was already saying she wanted to drink my piss.
"Which toilet would you like to use? My pussy? My asshole? Or perhaps, as always, Master's exclusive urinal—this sow's mouth-pussy?"
Eleonora smiled seductively, referring to her own body as a toilet. She spread her lips, then gestured to her pussy and asshole with her own hands, indicating where she wanted the waste deposited.
"I'm not gonna piss today."
"...Pardon?"
Eleonora, who had been ready to open her mouth wide and stick out her tongue to catch my urine (she seemed convinced I would use her mouth-pussy), froze in place with a crack.
"D-Did... Is there perhaps a problem with Master's health that this sow was unaware of...?"
"I'm just not going to."
"Eeeeeehhhhh?!"
It was a bolt from the blue. Shocked as if struck by lightning, Eleonora forgot her polite posture and crawled forward on her knees, frantically kissing the top of my feet.
"Are you tired of this Eleonora?! Or was my mouth-pussy service just now insufficient?!"
"No, it's not that..."
"Kuugh... It must be these troublesome teeth inside my mouth-pussy that are the problem when servicing Master's cock! I must pull them out immediately...!"
"Hey!"
Don't say such crazy things!
She looked like she was actually about to rip her own teeth out, so I quickly shoved my fingers into Eleonora's mouth. The woman who had been ready to self-mutilate mere moments ago immediately broke into a goofy, ecstatic smile and began sucking on my fingers.
Chupa, chupa.
"What kind of training did I say we were doing today?"
"Slurp... P-Piss-Pussy training...!"
It would be fine to just call it a urethra, but hearing her call it a 'Piss-Pussy' felt a bit strange. Still, I grabbed Eleonora's tongue, rolling it around in my fingers before pulling it out long and stretching it.
"I have a funnel."
"?"
"I'm going to stick that into your urethra... your Piss-Pussy... and then right inside there..."
"Ah, aaaaah...♥"
Eleonora, understanding what I intended to do without me needing to spell it out, began to give me that lewd, eye-smiling look again. Her body shivered as if the mere imagination was electrifying.
"Did you cum?"
"Hnnngh... Imagining being trained by Master again felt so good... I peed... just a little..."
"Your task for this morning is to drink water until your stomach is about to burst."
"Then naturally, my bladder will become completely full...!?"
"And then I'll stick the funnel in there and..."
Heheheh!!
Like master, like pet. Eleonora and I both let out dark, perverted chuckles, understanding perfectly.
"Then I will prepare your bath service immediately!"
Eleonora sprang up from her spot and dashed toward the bathroom like an arrow. Since the morning service—which doubled as my wake-up call—was finished, she should have gone earlier, but the slight delay caused by the commotion made her hurry.
She moved so fast that a gust of wind kicked up behind her as she vanished with a poof. It might be unnecessary to go to such lengths, but it was kind of cute to watch.
As the sound of water splashing (Swaaaaaah) came from the bathroom where Eleonora had disappeared, I called out to the SD Character who had been suspiciously silent and absent today.
"Hey."
[ ... ]
Until a few days ago, she would wake me up at this time shouting [It's morning!], but today she didn't even do that. Is something going on?
Or perhaps she's plotting something sinister again, like dropping those Paladins from the other side in front of me... Still, for better or worse, she was my conversation partner, so I was vaguely worried.
Suddenly, a message window flashed before my eyes, blinking from blue to red to signal an emergency.
[Someone from the Other World has discovered traces of intruders snooping around their territory again!]
Seeing this message coming from the other side, it didn't seem like the System was broken or shut down. It was highly likely she was simply away.
[Someone from the Other World is growling, looking at the footprints on the ground and noting that the intruders this time are more numerous than the last ones!]
"More importantly, Miss 'Someone' over there is incredibly busy too."
It wasn't that long ago that they found intruders and went to beat them up with their family and neighbors. How much time had passed for them to find traces again?
Usually, I would ignore the prayer-like messages she spammed me with during every mealtime, but I couldn't send a half-hearted reply to something like this.
I immediately wrote a message telling her not to just focus on fighting, but to treasure her body as well.
[Someone from the Other World roars, proclaiming that the Breeder's blessing is with them!]
Of course, after that, messages kept flying in—Ding! Ding!—to an annoying degree. But I replied to each one, and only closed the window after confirming the blinking red light had turned back to a solid, calm blue.
Even after finishing this series of tasks, the SD Character, who would usually offer me this or that advice, did not appear by the time the text exchange ended.
"Master? I am ready to serve you in the bath."
"Hm? Oh, right..."
Is something actually wrong? Or is she plotting something?
Figuring the truth would reveal itself in time, I slowly walked toward the bathroom where Eleonora waited, covered head-to-toe in soap suds, looking at me with eyes dripping with honey, ready to start today's routine.