Chapter 9 The Sweet Guy

"Hahahaha! You actually, seriously did it?! You really did! Just because I told you to, you actually went through with it?!"

"Kugh, kuuugh... K-Kill me...!!"

Confronted with the man in front of her, Rafe Vesper, and his raucous laughter, Eleonora squeezed her eyes shut, turning her head away as if to hide her beet-red face.

’Hu-Humiliation...! I was prepared for it, but this is far more humiliating and shameful than I imagined...!’

In her 28 years of life—short to some, long to others—she had always received awe and respect from everyone. To think that she, of all people, would end up in such an obscene posture, spouting such depraved words to a villain of unknown origin.

"So, how is it? The feeling of baring your tits and pussy wide open to a strange man?"

"It is... nothing... Breasts and p-pussy... just because you see them... rather than feeling shame... I just feel pathetic for having no choice but to obey your despicableness...!"

"Is thaaat so~?"

She tried to steel herself, telling herself that this was necessary to protect her sword, that it was unavoidable due to his blackmail. She tried to call her own genitalia by vulgar names as if to prove she wouldn’t lose the battle of wills.

But the man before her, Rafe, asked as if he had seen right through Eleonora’s heart.

"By the way, is that what you consider the most lewd pose possible?"

What is he trying to say now?

Is he going to spout some nonsense about changing his mind because he doesn’t like it? Eleonora gulped nervously without realizing it, but what returned was Rafe Vesper’s uproarious laughter.

"Ahahaha! You sow! On the outside, I thought you were just a stiff, frigid female who knew nothing about this stuff, but stripping you down like this is a spectacle! I told you to take a pose, and you expose your shame so explicitly! And you don’t even feel embarrassed about it?"

"W-What?! W-Wrong! This is, this is... that..."

She had to refute him.

She had to talk back to that wicked mouth.

But the words wouldn’t come out.

Because even Eleonora herself didn’t know why, in response to his command to take ’the most lewd pose she could think of,’ she had assumed this filthy posture that displayed her breasts and cunt so openly.

’Why, why am I in this pose...?!’

Since she was forced to do it by ridiculous blackmail anyway, she could have just screamed that she didn’t know, that she had no way of knowing such things. She could have just roughly mimicked whatever he told her to do.

But when she came to her senses, she was already spreading her legs into an M-shape, obscenely gaping her crotch and exposing her armpits.

It was a posture taken in the blink of an eye.

"Did this happen often? I suppose, how could that lewd body survive without a male to use it?"

"Are you insulting me! There is no way I have male experience! I am a knight! How dare you insult a knight as if she were a cheap whore from a brothel!"

Sexual experience? She had lived her entire life looking only at her sword and her loyalty to the royal family. To her, men were mostly enemies or competitors; naturally, she had no experience with the opposite sex.

And he treats her like some loose bitch from the red-light district?

"Withdraw it! Withdraw that insulting remark!"

"Then shouldn’t you tell me why you took that pose?"

"Kugh...!"

Why? Even she wondered why she had unconsciously taken this posture. Clearly, the villain in front of her had given her a choice.

Furthermore, having read the lust directed at her in his eyes as he looked at her tits and ass, he surely would have said he was satisfied and that she was lewd no matter what pose she took. So why?

Taking advantage of Eleonora’s confusion, Rafe had slipped back into the pen and began circling Eleonora, who was still frozen in her stance.

"Hmm... I wouldn’t know. How would I know if you’ve stuffed a cock in that twitching cunt or not? But if you didn’t take that pose because you’re lewd...

From a stranger’s perspective, wouldn’t it be natural to think you have experience with men, or have experienced something similar somewhere?"

"If that’s the case, tell me. Then I will withdraw my statement on that matter alone. I’m speaking to Knight Eleonora, not the sow version of you, so go ahead, tell me."

"Ugh..."

Certainly, as he said, she did have a similar experience. Before she rose to the position of the strongest as she was now, back when her blood ran hot—though it felt awkward for someone not even 30 to say—back when she was even more full of vigor than now.

But to speak of this was to speak of the memory she wanted to erase most from her past. It meant she had to tell the villain before her about the disgrace, shame, and humiliation she suffered back then.

Surely, the moment she spoke of it, she would feel immense shame and humiliation all over again. But this was to protect her honor.

Being treated like a sow by this villain was infuriating enough, but to dare let him run his mouth as if she were a loose bitch selling her body in a brothel?

However, paying no mind to her internal turmoil, Rafe Vesper brazenly reached out his hand toward her body as if asking what the problem was.

"Do not touch...! Do not put your hand on my body...!"

"Then speak. If you don’t speak, I’ll misunderstand you forever, you know? Like, ’Oh, looking at how she’s quivering, she must be in heat for my hand. As expected, she’s a lewd female just like I thought.’"

"Don’t, be ridiculous. Just because of that, I...!"

’This bastard...! He is deliberately caressing the scar on my body...!’

A scar that could be called her mark as a knight. Even while tracing it with his fingers, directly touching it, he insulted her by calling her a loose woman.

It’s a trap.

This too must be a trap.

He intends to shake her and pull some trick.

That is why, not satisfied with just making her take this pose, he is trying to probe her most shameful memory.

"So come on, hurry up and speak. To clear up a misunderstanding, I need to know the circumstances, and to know the circumstances, you have to tell me. Only then can I withdraw it or do whatever, right? I am a good owner, you see? Look, I’ve even got my sword standing up nice and straight like this."

To insult not only her honor as a female knight but even her purity. She wanted to break the hand stroking her belly immediately after releasing this posture that made her shudder just by looking at it.

But why? Eleonora’s two hands wouldn’t move, no matter how hard she tried, as if they had hardened in place.

’Using that bizarre power on me again...!’

Dirty bastard! Filthy bastard! To think he possesses enough power to make a Grand Master helpless, only to use it for sexually harassing a knight!

Moreover, whatever he did without her knowing, even her legs were trembling.

Just like herself on that day, hesitating to speak, just as she was now.

’B-But I must speak... This is to protect my honor... I won’t feel h-humiliation over something from the past...! This is just a momentary disgrace for the sake of future victory. Therefore...’

Clench. Eleonora bit her lip again, where a trickle of blood was already flowing. Closing her eyes tightly as if to ignore the snake-like hand resting on her stomach, she spoke.

"I-I..."

"I can’t hear you well... And stop stammering, speak clearly."

"...When I was still an apprentice knight! The order I belonged to was given a mission to subdue a group of bandits that had settled in the kingdom. They were unscrupulous scumbags who raided villages, toyed with women like you are doing now, and sold them off as slaves. Truly the tumors of the kingdom, men who deserved to be beaten to death."

’T-The bastard’s hand...!’

The hand that had been mocking her well-toned abs like a child playing on a jungle gym began to descend lower and lower.

"So? You went to subdue them, and what happened? It’s an interesting story, keep going, hurry."

Before she knew it, the man’s hand was on her lower belly, groping her thick bush of platinum pubic hair. Eleonora, who could do nothing but tremble her lips at his touch, eventually opened her eyes to thin slits. Glaring at the guy who was stroking her pussy hair as if petting the fur of livestock, she spoke.

"Her Majesty the Queen—who was the Commander at the time—said we needed to be cautious because the bandits’ stronghold was larger than expected and we needed more information on them... But I was full of vigor back then, and the Princess, who had just become a knight like me, was dissatisfied with this. That night, just the two of us secretly infiltrated their stronghold, and then..."

"You got caught?"

"...That is correct."

Acting on their own accord against a superior’s orders. That alone was a memory she wanted to forget. But perhaps the bandits at the time wanted to make an example of her as she desperately tried to protect the Princess.

"Back then, the bastards said this. That we might have weapons hidden on our bodies, so we had to strip everything. To take off everything, armor and clothes alike, with my own hands, right in front of their eyes."

"Hmm..."

The story of a pitiful (at least by the standards of the time) knightess who burned with a sense of justice, seeking to enforce righteousness alongside her comrade, only to be captured by the enemy.

Rafe Vesper calmly watched the sow unravel the story of that time—a memory disgraceful enough to make her shudder just by recalling it. Then, as if petting a curious animal, he reached his hand toward Eleonora’s pussy.

"Hnghk?! What are you doing! Why... why to my secret pl—"

"I’m touching your pussy. What are you stopping for? Keep going. Don’t mind me."

"Ee-Eeeeeeek...!"

To think the first person to ever lay a hand on her pussy—virgin soil untouched by any man—would be this shameless villain!

However, as if her grimacing face was a separate matter entirely, Eleonora continued her story.