Impregnating Every SSS-Rank Knight and Queen Into Submissive Sows! Chapter 72 Like This All Day Long

"Heuup."

"He’s coming again... He’s coming to do sothing depraved to my body again...!"

As Rafe entered the pigsty and threw open the door to her pen, Eleonora tried to calm her wildly thumping heart while secretly gulping down saliva.

Gluck, Gluck.

Once again, he was going to extend those filthy, insidious claws toward her.

To her, whose body was rendered immobile by his wicked magic—or so she believed—he would reach out with those obscene hands to mock and violate the loser.

"What is he planning to do this ti? To my paralyzed body... to my tits, to my cunt... what kind of absurd degradation and training is he going to inflict?"

"Do you like it that much?"

"Like...? What could possibly be good about... I might end up showing my naked body to strangers, so what part of this is good?!"

Rafe snickered at the sight of Eleonora, who was still glaring at him while frozen in that position.

"Even though you’re in heat with your nipples standing rock hard, you still say you don’t like it?"

"Th-This is... It’s just because of the morning air! It is absolutely not because you were staring at that I got an erection or anything!"

"I-I might show my naked body to others, so why...?!"

Why were these damn, undisciplined tits of hers getting so excited on their own, stiffening her nipples into erect points?

But if that were all, it would be fortunate. Eleonora secretly furrowed her brow at the heavy, throbbing sensation weighing down her clitoris.

’My clitoris, already sensitized by his hands, is the sa. If anyone sees like this, wearing this filthy accessory... if they see being trained as a sex slave by this man...!’

She would definitely orgasm. She didn’t know why, but Eleonora was certain of it. If soone saw her in this state, she would cum imdiately.

"If I knew you liked being stark naked this much, should I have ordered you to live naked sooner?"

"Who do you an! D-Don’t you dare treat like so exhibitionist pervert or a nympho...!"

Rustle, Rustle.

Despite Rafe stacking her clothes and armor onto a small handcart parked between the pens, Eleonora’s mind was entirely consud by the state of her body, which was reacting no differently than a slut’s.

"I’ll wash these cleanly and bring them back, okay?"

"Nnnngh..."

Of course, she knew with her own two ears that he was collecting her clothes.

She hated the fact that not only her sword but also her armor was falling into his hands, however temporarily. But her lips wouldn’t part to protest.

Although he had shown unexpected behaviors, like keeping his word, he was still the bastard who constantly babbled about making Eleonora his "personal sow who cums while showing her naked body to others."

Even knowing that "trusting" him was a foolish act—a fact she was realizing painfully through her hypersensitive cunt—she couldn’t force her mouth to utter a dignified command like "Don’t touch!" that would naturally cow an opponent.

No, in the first place, her mouth wouldn’t even open properly.

"Naked... In broad daylight... Showing my naked body without a single stitch of clothing to strangers...?!"

Her heart pounded so hard at the situation—exposed to soone other than him for the first ti since that day—that she couldn’t speak.

It was different from fear. It was sothing that tickled her chest more... as if soone were gently stroking her heart with a feather whenever she imagined showing her nude form to soone.

Her body trembled uncontrollably, shiver-shiver, accompanied by that familiar, throbbing palpitation she hadn’t felt in a long ti.

"Good girl, my pig. Staying so still like this."

"S-Shut up... Hurry, hurry and release the magic you cast on my body...!"

Magic?

For a mont, Rafe pondered what Eleonora ant. But soon, wiping the question from his eyes, he finished loading Eleonora’s clothes onto the cart and began walking toward her again.

Clip-clop, Clip-clop.

"I told you this is a dical procedure! I said sunbathing like this is the specific cure to get rid of that worm..."

"Eeek...!"

She wanted to run away. Her instincts as a female knight, who had traversed countless battlefields without ever fleeing or retreating, were screaming. They told her to escape this place imdiately. To beat this man down right now and put those clothes back on.

But the mont his wicked hands wrapped around her waist...

"Like this, you’re going to keep soaking up the sunlight in this position all day today."

"A whole day...?! All day long in this shaful position...?!"

The mont his whisper, hissing like a snake with a forked tongue, violated her ears...

Eleonora froze in place as if turned to stone, her lips rely twitching as his erotic touch swept down her entire body like a caress.

"What are you so worried about? Afraid soone will see you?"

"Isn’t that... obvious! If I spread my l-legs like this, spreading my pussy... imdiately...!"

"Right. You might end up showing your cunt to so man whose face you don’t even know, huh?"

’This bastard, he’s touching my thighs on purpose...!’

At her ntion of "pussy," he seemingly praised her correct answer with a soft touch, reaching his hand to her inner thigh, right near her trembling snatch, and began to knead her plump mound of Venus between his fingers as if pinching it.

"But putting that aside... what are you worrying about?"

"Hnnnk, I-I told you! Showing my naked body to others... It’s not that I particularly like showing you either, but showing my nude form to others is...!"

Calling her "his sow" usually implied she was his sex slave—his female. So was this man saying he didn’t care if his female showed her naked body to others?

She had heard stories sowhere. Tales of n who imprisoned their lovers out of jealousy just because they attracted the gaze of others.

Of course, that was an extre case, but normally, shouldn’t a male feel unpleasant if his female receives the attention of other males?

Yet, this man might have the naked body of the female he coveted—this Eleonora—seen by others, so why was he so calm?

Aside from everything else, she was genuinely curious about this.

Does he perhaps have a taste for having his female taken by other males?

Surely, among the books the Princess kept under strict security as "confiscated subversive literature," it was ntioned that there were peculiar males with such fetishes.

Does that an this man enjoys watching being violated by other n...?!

"Hiiiiek?!"

At that mont, Eleonora stuck out her tongue and vomited a moan as a sharp pain twisted her clitoris. Rafe pulled on her sensitive bean, stretch-stretch, and muttered as if offended.

"...You seem to be imagining sothing weird, but wanting to boast that my sow is of such a superior breed is just common sense for pig farrs."

"A superior breed of pig... M-...?!"

Should she call this a complint?

Eleonora, struggling under the hand still tornting her clitoris, barely managed to retort.

"I-I am not your sow...!"

"For now, anyway."

Jingle~

"Hiiik...!"

"But this is a dical act in the first place, isn’t it? The doctor examined the patient and prescribed the appropriate treatnt, so why is there any need to be ashad of this?"

"M-dical act...?"

Yes, technically speaking, this could be called a dical act.

She had certainly agreed to follow his instructions to resolve this itching.

Although she didn’t know how effective sunbathing would be, it was far too dangerous.

This was clearly a trap. A high-level manipulation to strip away the sha she should naturally possess as a human being, a training thod teeming with danger!

Even if there was no lie in calling it a dical act...

Anyone could see that this is...!

"If it’s... a dical act... then it can’t be helped... Right, it can’t be helped...!"

"Right?"

Before she knew it, Rafe was cupping her underboobs with both hands and bouncing her breasts with his palms as if dribbling balls.

Watching him, Eleonora spoke with trembling eyes.

"B-But... that’s just one of the possibilities you ntioned... How do we deal with the worm inside my body...?"

"Hehe, what a truly admirable sow."

Rafe’s gaze shifted to the white plug protruding sharply from between Eleonora’s butt cheeks.