Chapter 91 Like Hansel and Gretel

"Y-You bastard’s house...?"

"What do you mean ’bastard’? Call me Master."

"I-I’m not mentally prepared for this yet?!"

Of course, she had intended to confirm the location of this man, Rafe’s home. That was exactly why she had begged him to let her outside, and even went so far as to ask him to burn her clothes, voluntarily becoming a naked exhibitionist slut just to buy his favor.

But what was this? Wasn’t this going too well? Was the cost-performance ratio too good to be true?

Knowing this despicable man, she had assumed he would use some sort of trickery to prevent her from learning the location of his hideout. For example, pretending to go home while walking in circles right in front of her to confuse her, or taking a completely opposite path. She was certain he would have some sort of countermeasure prepared.

After all, hadn’t he put a blindfold on her yesterday under the pretense of worrying about her, just to prevent her from reading his movements?

’N-Not that the situation was bad. Honestly, thanks to the blindfold, my body became so sensitive that I nearly came from just the slightest breeze... Ahem.’

Her thoughts had drifted for a moment, but the point was this:

Wasn’t the situation unfolding a little too favorably for her right now?

"Our sow has quite the spectacle of a face. Are you that suspicious?"

"I-I never doubted you... I am just overwhelmed with the honor of being able to go to M-Master’s house..."

"Are you drooling pussy juice instead of tears of joy?"

"That is correct! Without realizing it, my pussy started twitching and the water just... Eeeek! Just what kind of things are you making me say?!"

’Of course, it’s true that I’m leaking! But what is he planning?!’

Was he suspecting her? Or was he preparing some other trick to...!

Rafe giggled at Eleonora’s shrieking reaction and began to reach his hand toward her crotch.

"W-What... Why are you reaching for my pussy..."

"Who knows?"

Perhaps reacting unconsciously to the tension, Eleonora gulped down dry spit as she watched his hand extend toward her vulva, her eyes trembling.

"What is he trying to do? Is he going to spread my pussy open? Is he checking to see if the semen he injected this morning is still there? Is he checking if I am faithfully trying to conceive his child?!"

He was a man who didn’t allow for a single moment of carelessness. To try and confirm how corrupted and broken she was even in a moment like this... he was truly a Master of insidious and unparalleled wickedness...

"E-Even if I am Master’s sex slave, a mere sow, you do not need to go so far as to check—"

"What the hell are you talking about?"

Click!

"..?"

Suddenly, Eleonora’s eyes widened into perfect circles as the bell that had been hanging from her clitoris detached at Rafe’s touch. The object she had been so desperate to remove all this time was finally gone!

"Mmm, fits perfectly. As expected of my sow."

"E-Eeeeeek...?!"

However, as if to replace it immediately, a chain leash—was snapped into place. Eleonora’s face flushed a deep crimson.

"I-Isn’t a leash supposed to go around the neck? More importantly, I think the placement is... wrong...?"

"I put it on correctly. Isn’t this the perfect leash for a lewd sow?"

Of course, calling this a ’leash’ was ambiguous given its anchor point...

"Do not spout nonsense! Who is your... y-your sow...!"

"Before you say that, why don’t you catch your breath first?"

"Haaah... W-Whaaaaaa...♥"

"Wait, do... do all sows have leashes attached to their clitoris like this...? What a magnificent, cruel man he is!"

As far as she knew, slaves were usually fitted with large collars around their necks to symbolize their status. But she was a sow, lower than a slave. A vulgar, lewd sow, lower even than a back-alley whore.

Therefore, she wasn’t even qualified to wear a collar on her neck.

"Now, follow me."

"Hiiiiieeeeeeek?!"

Clank-Rattle.

The iron chain pulled taut with a heavy metallic sound. As if there was no need to speak to a pig lower than a slave, Rafe ruthlessly yanked the chain in his hand. With the weight of the iron and the sudden tension on her clitoris, Eleonora couldn’t even offer a meager resistance before she convulsed in orgasm.

"It hurts, I said it hurts-aaaah...♥"

"Should I have warned you before pulling? Here, I’m going to pull hard."

"Saying it like that is only right—Aaahhhnggg...♥"

Every time the thick iron chain rattled and swayed—

clank, clank

—Eleonora’s massive breasts bounced in rhythm as she spewed out lewd moans.

She tried to comfort herself by thinking she was only pretending to be lewd to buy Rafe’s favor, but the reality was that she was a squealing sow with her tongue hanging out.

"W-Wait, wait a momeeeeent... I came again... I came again, so... I need to rest..."

"We’ve been walking for minutes, how many times have you come already? Think we’ll make it there today at this rate?"

"I told you it hurtssss... Because Master pulls it so roughly, my clitoris feels too good, I can’t stand iiiit...♥"

"What a truly vulgar sow."

"Yes, just as Master said, I am a vulgar soooow...♥"

"Laugh all you want...! I-I may be in this sorry state right now, but I will definitely...!"

She didn’t know exactly how many times she had climaxed since she hadn’t bothered to count, but judging by the tears welling up in her eyes, Eleonora was once again spouting words she herself had no confidence in.

"Can’t be helped. If we arrive safely like this, I’ll give you a reward. So endure it a little longer, okay?"

"Reward...!"

Yes, this was it. Even though she was imitating a lewd sow (?) today to buy his favor, this was the hope that would connect her to the clue for escape she had been looking for.

"If you say... reward...?"

"As I said yesterday, a reward where I grant you anything? Like patting your pussy like yesterday, or maybe changing our bed."

"P-Patting my pussy...♥"

Just thinking about it, Eleonora’s body trembled as she recalled the sensation of his hand slapping and patting her wet crotch—

plap, plap

.

But what was the reason she was here? Why had she followed this man out like this?

"Will you really... grant me anything?"

"You don’t trust me? What wouldn’t I do for my cute sow who goes into heat just imagining her pussy being patted right now?"

"Haauuugh...!"

"Hmph, those words will end up tightening the noose around your own neck."

Of course, there was always the possibility that this man would change his words later, but Eleonora had no doubt that if he promised a reward, he would surely fulfill it.

"He is arrogant. Even while suspecting me, he is convinced that I have already fallen so far that I can do nothing against him."

The basis for this conviction was likely derived from seeing her howl in pleasure incessantly while being toyed with by his hands, both yesterday and this morning.

’Without even knowing that it was all my acting (?)! Foolish man.’

It is said that in ancient times, there were kings who ruined their countries because they were infatuated with their favorite concubines.

Of course, since these were called legends and myths, no one had confirmed them directly. But along with records in some history books, even if legends and myths tend to be exaggerated as they are passed down by word of mouth, what is certain is that they are based on actual events to some extent.

"I will say it again, this is by no means honorable, and it is an act that smears mud on my pride as a Knight."

The things she was about to do from now on—fawning over this man, tempting him with this lewd body to buy his favor—were filthy acts worthy of being called a lustful whore rather than a knight.

However, at the same time, it was the most efficient act for her escape.

’I will s-seduce this wicked man who is completely captivated by my body...!’

Even though it was to escape his clutches, to think that she, who had never backed down in any situation, would succumb to such a trial and reach for such obscene means.

"T-Then, right in front of my eyes, directly... could you burn my clothes for me...♥"

"Huh? Is that really okay?"

"Did I not say so...? What right does a woman like me, who has become as lewd as lewd can be, have to wear clothes...♥"

Of course, as the ’Sow Knight’ he spoke of, what higher chivalry could there be than this? But that wasn’t important right now.

’I will maintain a moderate level of feistiness, but when he tries to embrace my body, I will pretend I can’t resist, pretend I am corrupted by lust, and spread my pussy for him. T-Then, surely he won’t be able to hide his filthy desires, his cock will stand erect, and again...!’

It was the so-called ’push and pull’.

After all, she couldn’t just scream "I have lost to Master!" overnight when she had been defiant just yesterday.

She had to maintain a proper distance.

The essential condition for that was to play hard to get so that he would become even more anxious for her body, but once they engaged in sex, she would actively participate in his training and intercourse.

She had to become a truly more lewd and filthy woman, a so-called ’Sow’.

"I am... prepared for this."

Surely there was a book somewhere about knights who infiltrated enemy camps by pretending to be whores (though she didn’t know how that story ended), so it wasn’t a completely impossible story.

"Well, since it’s a reward, the meaning would fade if I gave it too easily, right?"

"What are you trying to do to me again... Hiiiek...♥"

Jingle~

Along with the clear sound of a bell ringing through the farm, where the cool morning air and mysterious fog had not yet lifted, Eleonora’s thighs snapped shut tight.

"I-It’s leaking ouuuuut...!"

"You never know, right? I can navigate this place with my eyes closed, but strictly speaking, it’s your first time here. You need to leave a trace. A signpost for yourself."

"A sign... post?"

What signpost?

Eleonora shook her head as if begging him to say it wasn’t what she thought it was, but Rafe answered innocently.

"So to speak, just like Hansel and Gretel dropping breadcrumbs to find their way home..."

"Such an obscene act! If someone sees... if someone sees, what will you do?! Being so bold...?! To use the semen leaking from m-my pussy as a signpost, as a guide board...!"

But at that moment, Rafe suddenly reached out and pressed his palm against Eleonora’s lower abdomen as he continued.

"I’m showing other guys that my sow is holding my semen in her belly. Do you have a complaint?"

"Heuuu...♥"

There was no way she could have a complaint.

"To be seen by someone...!"

Could she truly protect herself until the end from this man’s demonic grasp? Eleonora followed Rafe with a face flushed crimson, staggering with every step.

Behind her, accompanied by the clear ringing of the bell echoing repeatedly, the milky white fluid left between her footprints shone brightly in the morning sunlight.