Chapter 6 High Risk, High Return

"Come to think of it, you’re much softer than I expected. I felt it when I slapped your ass earlier, but I thought I was just imagining things because my head was full of... other thoughts."

"Where... where do you think you are sitting?! Get off me...!"

She had muscles capable of swinging a massive greatsword as if it were a mere chopstick, yet her hips were visibly built for easy childbirth—wide, fertile, and topped with a gloriously plump ass. The black leggings she wore did nothing to hide the firm, powerful thighs rippling beneath them.

Even though she was still young, not even thirty yet (though it feels awkward for me, who is younger than her, to say this), her body was a testament to the rigorous training required to reach the pinnacle of strength. I had worried that such a honed physique would feel hard and unyielding.

But contrary to my concerns, the sensation against my ass was incredibly soft and plush, as if I were sitting on a high-end, luxury leather sofa. The overwhelming softness seemed to scold me, asserting that there was more to this body than mere visual strength.

"That aside, this outfit... it’s truly the textbook definition of a ’Female Knight begging to be violated’, isn’t it?"

"Kuuugh...!"

To wield her greatsword, she wore leather gauntlets on her shoulders and armor plating over her chest. Yet, perhaps to allow for the rotation of her hips, her stomach was completely exposed.

The greatsword—a weapon synonymous with ’High Risk, High Return’—guaranteed immense destructive power at the cost of mobility and agility. Yet, she seemingly abandoned defense for her midsection entirely.

Considering the weight and size of that blade, just swinging it would generate wind pressure akin to a giant industrial fan.

Naturally, using such a weapon leaves openings, and looking closely at the exposed skin of her belly—framed by vividly defined abs—I could see several old, faded scars. Knife wounds that looked to be at least a few years old.

"I suppose once you reached the level of a Master, you had no more rivals, so the people capable of scarring your body disappeared. Is that it?"

At 181cm, she was incredibly tall for a female. To reach the ranks of the strongest with a female body, swinging a massive slab of iron before even hitting thirty... calling her a peerless genius would be an understatement.

So how did such a magnificent Knightess end up as a wretched sow, crushed helplessly beneath my ass?

"I tried to solve this through conversation, you know. But since you bared your fangs at me first, I’ve decided to toss aside any shred of guilt. Now, I’m overflowing with the desire to thoroughly break and train you."

"Why... why can’t I stand up?! Gaaaah...!"

Screeeech! Scraaape—!

The silver gauntlets on her hands clawed furiously at the floor, screaming in friction as they represented their master’s rage. But no matter how much force she exerted, there was nothing she could do.

"I told you. I’m not the strong one here—you are the weak one."

"You bastard, you piece of trash...! If not for this cowardly trick, I would have sliced you apart just like those bandits and slave hunters I cut down yesterday...!"

Eleonora ground her teeth, sweat pouring down her body like rain as she trembled in humiliation. But why? Suddenly, my cock, which had been resting peacefully, began to swell rapidly, bulging against my pants as if threatening to burst out.

"W-What is that...? Hmph! I saw it earlier, but to think a male would go into heat over a muscular body like this... disgusting!"

What the hell? Why did I get an erection so suddenly?

Sure, I’ve seen plenty of scenes in manga and games where a captured female knight is reduced to a sex slave, but to actually see a Knightess in reality, destined to be broken into a sow...

I decided to shelve that question for later.

Still sitting comfortably on Eleonora’s back, I continued to inspect every nook and cranny of her body.

’She said she went on a journey to find a new realm of power... but judging by this tattered cloak, she wasn’t just sightseeing. Holes, cuts, tears... this ragged fabric is proof she’s been fighting non-stop.’

She was confident that no one could match her, and even I could tell that from a glance at her status window. So why?

The scum she mentioned earlier—bandits, thieves, slave hunters.

I get that she has a strong sense of justice, but...

Why bother?

"You cut down a group of bandits?"

"That is correct! If I had my way, I would send you to join the headless corpses of those scumbags right now...!"

Creak... grrrk...

’Is there a possibility...?’

Putting aside the questions in my head for a moment, I focused on the Knightess’s attire again. Aside from the armor plating on her hips, her black leggings left her utterly defenseless, both front and back. I ran my hand over the slick fabric covering her ass.

"Nngh...! Remove your filthy hand at once!"

"You wear heavy iron boots from your feet to your shins to support your weight when you spread your legs to swing that sword... but look at this. Your ass and your pussy are practically undefended. Does that make any sense?"

"P-Pussy...?! How dare you insult me with such vulgar language...?!"

Even her pelvis only had minimal plating. If I wanted to, I could probably rip it off with a casual tug.

[So you can handle her properly! Obviously, it’s so you can rape her! You’re supposed to fuck her messy and fill her up until she can’t live without the Breeder’s cock!]

"That’s the obvious progression, sure. But if I just do that, I can’t properly corrupt this Knightess."

"Filthy beast... claiming you can’t embrace a woman without such despicable tricks..."

"Why are you calling yourself a woman? You’re a sow. Does the pig still think it’s a person?"

"Kuuugh...?!"

It must be suffocating to want to kill me while I insult her relentlessly, yet be unable to move a muscle. Not that I care.

"Do you know what they do when a pig is born?"

"..."

Eleonora didn’t answer. She pressed her lips together tightly, likely realizing that whatever she said, I would only use it to mock her. However, her eyes darted around, seemingly calculating how to inflict the most humiliating insult upon me in return.

"When a pig is born, the first thing they do is clip its teeth."

"...Teeth?"

Eleonora muttered, unable to imagine the connection.

Indeed, looking at murals or paintings of pig farming from the medieval era, the pigs they raised looked little different from wild boars, complete with tusks.

Judging by how Eleonora was scanning the surrounding pigs, the ones in her world were likely similar.

"It’s to stop the pigs from biting. When these guys get stressed, they bite the tails of the ones next to them. If they’re going to be stressed, they should keep it to themselves, but instead, they spread it to the others. Also, when the piglets suckle, their sharp canine teeth can injure the mother’s teats. But no matter how you look at it, they are ultimately products. You can’t have damaged merchandise, right?"

"..."

She stayed silent, likely confused by my sudden lecture on animal husbandry but deciding to watch how the situation unfolded.

"Next, they cut the tail. As I just said, stressed pigs usually bite the tails of others. I don’t know if the tail itself encourages conflict, but either way, if a pig gets its tail bitten, it tries to take revenge on the biter. So, we cut off the source of the problem entirely."

Eleonora looked blankly at the pigs staring back at her.

"You’re not saying it’s cruel or anything?"

"Livestock are merely beasts raised to be eaten by humans. What use is there in feeling pity or compassion for such things?"

"You might want to develop some sense of kinship, you know? You may look different, but you’re a sow just like them."

"Who are you calling a sow!!"

Screaming at me was the only thing she could do. Eleonora yelled in frustration, seemingly trying to prove that her spirit remained unbroken.

"As for what we do after that... I’ll teach your body that lesson directly later on."

"Hah! I don’t need to look to know what filthy thoughts you’re harboring. You intend to violate me with that pathetic little thing of yours, don’t you?"

"Calling it a ’cock’ would be much appreciated, and I’ll have to correct that attitude later. Anyway, originally, I intended to give you some time to adjust to this place. But since you’re acting so arrogant, plans have changed. Today, we’re going to take some time to teach you exactly what your position is—clearly and undeniably."

As I finished speaking, I pulled a toolbox from near the pen. A message window floated up from the box.

[Sow Training Toolbox]

It seemed everything on the farm grounds, including this pen, had been transformed.

When I opened the box and pulled out a wrench, Eleonora stared intently at the unfamiliar tool in my hand.

"Hmph, you think you can break my spirit with torture? The Knightesses of the Kingdom would sooner choose death! Do you truly believe I would submit to you over mere pain?!"

Hmm? What is this...

I felt a strange sense of incongruity, but that wasn’t important right now.

I held up the wrench, which gleamed with a suspiciously bright luster.

"You seem to have guessed what this is, but let me correct you slightly. What you’re thinking of are pliers used for pulling out fingernails or teeth. This is called a wrench."

"Wren...ch?"

"I don’t know the dictionary definition or why the hell this is in a pig pen, but anyway—"

Before I could finish, Eleonora shouted again, her face flushing crimson.

"You intend to cut my teeth...! You would use that tool to pull out my teeth just to break my spirit already?!"

Squeak... creak...

"Mm... I’m not going to do it to you. Well, I am doing it to you, but not to your body, per se..."

"What nonsense are you spouting? Not to me?"

He brings out a torture device right in front of my eyes, yet claims he won’t torture me? Her confusion was palpable. She tilted her head, genuinely perplexed.

But the moment I reached out toward her greatsword, the red flush on her face drained away instantly, leaving her pale with sheer horror.

"I told you, didn’t I? We clip the pig’s teeth. To be precise, we cut the canine teeth. But in the end, ’cutting the teeth’ is the correct expression."

"What are you doing?! Stop! I said stop!!"

The pride of a knight. Her greatsword was practically her soul. Seeing me grab it and inspect it, she realized exactly what I was about to do. Eleonora screamed, but there was no mercy in my hands.

"Can you not hear me?! I will forgive you for daring to touch my sword! If you take your hands off it right now, I will grant you a swift strangulation instead of slaughtering you! D-Do you not hear me?!!"

It was truly a spectacle to watch Eleonora desperately crawl on all fours, trying to protect her sword from me.