Chapter 15 Grand Master of the Continent

Gulp!

The moment she felt something slide down her throat, Eleonora, who had been staring blankly through the iron bars, hurriedly raised her hand to wipe the drool trickling down the corner of her mouth.

"This is... strange!"

’This is clearly an abnormal situation! Me, salivating? Me, swallowing my own spit like a starving beast! Why?! Just why?!’

It was only a few minutes ago. Just minutes ago, she had felt a glimmer of hope amidst this despairing future, fueled by the pride that she had protected everything—her honor as a knight and her rights as a human being!

But it was none other than herself! She, who had endured harsh training to reach the pinnacle of strength; she, who had never uttered a single cry of pain, complaint, or weakness despite the countless trials and temptations that stretched out to test her.

She, who had ruthlessly pushed herself to the limit, filling her stomach with nothing but morning dew during her training, finally reaching a state where she could control her body’s desires with her own will.

And yet, she was salivating over that unidentifiable object, that pile of what looked like food waste mixed together?!

It was an anomaly that no one but Eleonora herself could understand. However, having experienced Rafe bizarre and wicked magic firsthand throughout the day, Eleonora suddenly recalled the words he had spoken to her.

— Alright, let’s make a deal. A deal. If you eat this, I won’t touch your clothes or armor. In fact, I might even loosen the restraints on your hands. But in return, you must diligently eat every meal I bring you.

The words he spat out when he offered her a ’deal’ that didn’t even feel like one.

— You must diligently eat every meal I bring you.

His words, spoken with a smile that was nothing short of diabolical, flashed through her mind. Eleonora hurriedly lowered her head to look at her hands.

"No, it can’t be...!"

From thumb to pinky, all ten fingers on her right and left hands were intact. There were no restrictions on their movement. There was no resistance when she applied force.

"I was too hasty. I should have been suspicious from the moment that bastard—who can handle a Grand Master of the Continent however he pleases—offered a choice where he seemingly only stood to lose!"

When he tried to feed her that garbage, there was a clear reason and purpose behind it. It wasn’t just to lower her guard or humiliate her.

’Usually, such tactics are used on those driven to the brink of survival, starved of food and water for days. But he attempted it on me, who has only been captured for barely half a day. I unconsciously underestimated him!’

Even in this miserable situation, she had let her guard down, drunk on her fame as the strongest Knightess, the Grand Master who stood at the summit where no one could challenge her.

She had committed the grave error of looking down on an opponent she should have never underestimated, somewhere deep in the corner of her heart.

Right, I thought you were just an ignorant fool who didn’t know how the world works, unaware of the caliber of the bitch you captured, even if you had some strange talents.

I thought, ’Did you really expect me to beg for my life just because I couldn’t eat or drink for half a day? Did you think I’d beg to suck your cock just to get a bite to eat?’ and so on.

She wanted to curse herself for secretly mocking him, thinking he knew nothing.

’He said it was a deal. But to think the deal entailed this!’

Grrrrraaaaowl—!

"To forcibly make me feel appetite, emptiness, and hunger...?!"

[ The Sow diligently eats the feed given by the Master. ]

This was one of the rules Rafe had secretly designated while Eleonora was passed out during the commotion with her ass-pussy.

Of course, Eleonora, having no way of knowing this, simply believed that the deal she made with him was exerting its effect like a magical contract. She bit her lip at his wicked power that forcibly drew out a sense of starvation from within her.

Gurrrgle!

"I’m... I’m getting hungry... Ignoring my will, my body is screaming, begging me to put a meal into my stomach...!"

How many years had it been? The appetite she had always suppressed and controlled, indulging only when necessary, began to assault her body like a collapsed dam, like a massive tsunami driven by a typhoon.

"Haaah... Stomach... I need... food... I have to hold back... Slurp, haaaah... Food, something to eat...!"

She needed food. For the first time in a very long time, she craved something that wasn’t dried rations or jerky. She felt an intense desire for something other than the tasteless preserved foods she ate solely to maintain her condition.

"Food... I need food...!"

There were pigs around her, but for some reason, the thought of hunting and eating them didn’t cross her mind. It was a logic similar to how a human wouldn’t look at another human and think, ’Oh, that looks delicious.’

"Aaaah... Slurp, ah..."

What her gaze finally landed on was the plate outside the cage—the plate of food that Rafe had left behind.

"I shouldn’t... eat it...! That’s food waste made to mock me... I shouldn’t eat it...?!"

As if possessed by something, Eleonora stumbled toward the cage door, flopped down on her stomach, and reached her hand out through the bars to grab the plate.

But

Clang!

Something transparent blocked her hand, like striking a solid steel plate. Come to think of it, she was under a restriction that prevented her from leaving the boundary of this iron cage.

Even if she wanted to fetch it, she couldn’t.

Eleonora leaned weakly against the bars, lamenting her fate.

"Ah... I’m so hungry... Food is right there, yet I cannot eat it..."

But then, something suddenly crossed her mind.

During the commotion earlier when Rafe was fingering her anus...

At that time, she definitely...!

"Please... Please..."

Eleonora carefully thrust her head between the iron bars. As she expected, she was overjoyed to find her head passing through the gap. She tried to bury her face in the plate immediately, but—

Clang—!

This time, her armor was the problem. The high collar of the armor, designed to protect her neck, caught on the iron bars, preventing her head from passing through any further.

"Slurp, aaah, just a little more. If I just go a little further, I can eat it...?!"

To think her honor would hold her back like this!

After banging against the bars for a while, clang, clang, trying to shove her head through, Eleonora eventually pulled her head back, biting her lip. Then, just as she was about to reach for the buckles on her chest plate...

The sensation of cold metal at her fingertips.

This armor was the honor of a knight, equal to her sword. As one sworn to knighthood, she should never take it off, not in any moment. Even if her life ended and she fell, she should be wearing this instead of a shroud in her coffin.

And yet, even if it was due to that villain’s trickery, to think she would be removing it from her body for the second time today!

"Not a chance... You think I’ll take it off...? I will never take it off!"

However, regardless of the pitiful Knightess’s cries, Eleonora’s hands began to undo the armor’s buckles one by one.

Furthermore, for some unknown reason, apart from the monstrous appetite dominating her right now, the moment she started loosening the armor, she felt a strange sense of refreshing liberation.

"Just you wait... I will surely, surely survive and take my revenge...!"

Before she knew it, she was practically tearing the buckles open. Eleonora stripped off the armor, and the moment her breasts, finally liberated from the pressure, bounced out with a heavy

Boing

, she immediately shoved her head back toward the iron bars.

Clang, the armor was tossed aside with a heavy noise, but she didn’t care.

"Food... It’s food..."

She was too distracted by drooling over the unidentifiable dregs in front of her eyes. Just like the pigs that had swarmed her earlier, she was busy twitching her nose, sniffing deeply at the food.

"Haaah... It smells quite good, yet... greasy? F-For food waste, it has a q-quite appetizing appearance."

From now on, she would be eating this garbage. She would be consuming the leftover scraps discarded by that wicked man.

Every time she saw Rafe, she had cursed him as an evil bastard who didn’t know the difference between what a human should and shouldn’t do.

"This is for survival. They say a dragon’s vengeance is not too late even after a thousand years. By eating this now, I will never forget this humiliation...!"

In reality, she was just muttering plausible excuses while looking like a pathetic creature drooling over slop fit only for livestock.

But for Eleonora, whose eyes had already rolled back at the sight of the food before her, this process was no different from a prayer.

"I, who was praised as the youngest Master on the continent and the first Grand Master in a thousand years... to think I would become a p-pig and eat scraps...!"

The words she babbled to steel her resolve became a sort of ritual, akin to thanking the Lord for the daily bread before a meal.

And having finished her dining prayer—disguised as a vow of vengeance—Eleonora gulped down a massive mouthful of saliva as she looked at the feast spread before her.

"Haaah..."

She couldn’t hold back anymore.

She wouldn’t hold back anymore.

"Thank you for the meal...♥"

Swaying her ass from side to side, wiggle wiggle, Eleonora finished her thanksgiving for the prey in front of her. She opened her mouth wide, and buried her face into the plate.

At the commotion caused by Eleonora, some of the pigs enjoying their nap inside the pen lazily opened their eyes, wondering if feeding time had come already. Seeing the sight of the sow shaking her plump buttocks while frantically enjoying her meal, they closed their eyes again.

— Oink?

But is that female’s food really that delicious? She’s drooling from her lower mouth too.

A strange question lingered in their minds, but since the pigs had no balls and couldn’t get hard anyway, there was nothing they could do. They slowly closed their eyes and drifted off to dreamland.