Chapter 7 Establishing Hierarchy

Usually, a sword serves as a weapon, but simultaneously, it acts as a shield to protect its wielder from enemies.

As the saying goes, the best defense is a good offense—it is a tool designed to eliminate the threats endangering one’s body.

It is, strictly speaking, a tool.

That is all it is, and yet...

"Am I seeing this right...?"

[Yes, even to my eyes, I see this sow covering her sword with her body to protect it from the Master Breeder... Hehe, looking at that ass makes my mouth water—

Slurp

.]

I was trying to set a serious mood, but she’s ruining it completely.

Responding to my grumbling, the SD character jumped up and down inside the message window as if throwing a tantrum. But this wasn’t the time to play along with her pranks.

This was a critical moment. I had to establish the hierarchy between myself and this sow. I couldn’t afford to ruin it with jokes.

Above all, if I didn’t make this sow mine—if my training failed—she might burn the farm down in the worst-case scenario.

’Then again, it hasn’t been long since I first saw this Knightess, and here I am already thinking about breaking her and training her... I’m not exactly normal either.’

Perhaps it was because I had started viewing this Knightess through the eyes of a farm owner—as a mere sow—but even as I simulated the future steps of her degradation one by one in my head, I didn’t feel a shred of guilt.

’It’s not just about breaking her spirit. for some reason, the System wants me to sexually subjugate this sow completely.’

[Sow’s Secret♥]

Pussy Status: Virgin!

Asshole Status: Virgin!

Mouth Pussy Status: Virgin!

Tit Pussy Status: Virgin!

Evaluation of the Pussy: A 28-year-aged hymen is waiting for your cock!

Evaluation of the Asshole: A promising pussy prospect that expects quite the hardcore play!

Evaluation of the Mouth Pussy: Asshole, stand back! The next pussy prospect is this body right here!

Evaluation of the Tit Pussy: Grand Master Milkers.

Overall Review

: She is a walking piece of smut and a sow with sufficient potential to become your Sow Knight! Despite reaching the realm of a Grand Master, she is a stone-cold virgin who knows nothing of men! Rumors say a spider has actually spun webs in her cunt, but you’ll have to verify the truth yourself!

Training Hint!:

She looks so strong-willed that you’d worry your finger might get cut off if you stuck it in her pussy, but in reality...?

Unless that was the case, there was no way such an insane status window could exist.

[Ah! Does that mean the Master Breeder wanted a big, ferocious boar instead of that sow?! D-Don’t tell me you awakened to that kind of taste while I wasn’t looking... T-That would be troubling...?!]

Hey! What kind of fetish are you trying to pin on me?!

Anyway, returning to the matter at hand. To establish a hierarchy between this sow and myself, I needed to make her physically feel the undeniable difference in power and status.

To do that, as I mentioned before, I have to teach the pig that ’this human is an entity that must not be disobeyed.’ However, even though I used underhanded tactics as she claimed, this sow was refusing to acknowledge me as her Master.

It was only natural.

Just looking at her stats made my jaw drop. How many people would accept it if some pig farmer, who presumably kidnapped them, suddenly said, ’You, become my sow!’?

Even if she weren’t a renowned swordswoman like this sow, if you grabbed a random passerby and said, ’Become my slave!’, who in the world would reply, ’Yes, understood’?

Her reaction was normal.

I knew that from the start, which is why I tried to resolve it through conversation first. But the result of that attempt was the Mithril chain now rolling on the floor in pieces.

If conversation doesn’t work, there is only one method left.

"Come out. Quickly."

"I will never let go! Rather, torture me instead! Humiliate me, do whatever you want, have your way with me—but why must it be my sword!"

"I told you. Pigs have their teeth clipped when they are born."

"What... does that... mean?!"

Eleonora looked back and forth between me and the sword, seemingly unable to comprehend my words. But perhaps realizing the meaning soon enough, her face, which had turned pale white, began to flush red again.

"To... to tame me... my sword...?"

"To be precise, it’s to cut the teeth of a sow like you. Now, haven’t we done enough of this?"

"You bastard...!! You dare, you dare treat me, Eleonora Croft, the former Knight Commander of the Royal Guard of the Isis Kingdom, like a breeding sow!!"

What can I say? Does the fact that she reached such a realm at the age of 28 mean she was obsessed only with the sword?

"I’ve been treating you like that for a while now; did you only just realize it? Don’t tell me you thought I was just calling you ’sow, sow’ to hurt your pride? Did you think I threw you into this pigsty just for that? Seriously?"

Haaah! Haaah! Haaah!

Eleonora, her face flushed crimson again, began to breathe roughly. Was she trying to stand up, or was she just trembling with rage?

I yanked the sword she was pressing down with her body. Eleonora slid off the blade like she was riding a slide.

"Hnngh?!"

She realized her sword had been snatched away, but it was already too late. I had pulled the sword out of the cage in an instant. All Eleonora could do was shove her face against the iron bars.

"Give it back! I won’t tell you not to touch my sword! I’ll do anything! Just give me back my sword...!"

"Oh, anything?"

Well, that changes the story!

I dragged over a chair that was standing nearby and sat down. Then, I held up the greatsword, which was as tall as I was when seated, showing it off deliberately. I wore the vilest smirk I could muster.

"Then, if I tell you to oink like a pig right here, can you do it?"

"Wh-What?!"

"Since you haven’t seemed to grasp your position, I intend to teach your body directly. Only when the sound of ’oink, oink’ comes out of your own mouth will you realize that you are a sow."

"You dare... treating me like livestock wasn’t enough, now you want me to cry like a beast?! Such disgrace, such shame, I—?!"

Eleonora was about to scream that it was impossible, but she clamped her mouth shut tight when she saw the wrench in my hand, its jaws gleaming as if excited to meet the greatsword.

"You see this? This wrench I prepared to cut off the teeth of a pig like you."

"D-Don’t make me laugh... With such a tiny tool, there is no way my sword, which has been with me my entire life, will be cut—"

"Really? Even after coming this far, do I still look like a bluffer who just runs his mouth?"

"Kuh... Y-You despicable bastard...!"

She knew the only thing she could do was spit insults at me, yet the eyes glaring at me continued to burn with endless fighting spirit.

’Seeing how obsessed she is with that sword, it must have been bestowed upon her by the Royal Family or something.’

No matter how skilled she is, she is ultimately a knight. A knight who considers loyalty to her liege as her pride, her reason for living. If such a knight received a sword from the Kingdom...

’I shouldn’t break this right now.’

[Why?]

’Even though I’m pushing this sow because I’m a bit pissed off right now, this is still her first training session. If I go too hard from the start, she’ll just break completely.’

I had already set the

[Cage Rule: Sows cannot commit suicide]

, so she wouldn’t die. However, if I recklessly destroyed this sword—which contained all her glory, pride, and life as a Knightess—I would never be able to properly corrupt this sow.

She might just come at me with a ’let’s die together’ attitude.

After all, this is the woman who shattered Mithril chains binding her body through sheer willpower. What couldn’t she do?

I must not underestimate her.

But at the same time, I must not be underestimated either.

"I’ve changed my mind. Instead of destroying the sword, I will take a commensurate price."

"What absurd thing are you trying to say now..."

"It’s simple. I’m not asking for... ahem, demanding anything too difficult. Judging by your reaction, it’s safe to say this ignorant-looking sword is the path you’ve walked and your partner, right? And I am currently holding the leash of that precious object."

"..."

Was that silence an affirmation? I wasn’t sure, but seeing her avoid my gaze, it probably was.

"Strip off all your clothes right here, assume the most lewd posture you can think of, and say: ’I, Eleonora Croft, am a lewd sow who exists to service the Master and his cock.’"

"Wh-What?!"

To discard her pride as a human, or to discard her pride as a knight.

Which one will she choose?

[Master Breeder, do you realize you are being a genuine pervert right now?]

...Honestly, even I know that.