Chapter 93: 93 With My Own Hands...!
Did she get impatient and try to snoop around my house? She was just standing there clutching the doorknob, so I thought I’d give her a little scare... but I nearly got my shinbone shattered for the trouble.
"If I’d been a single second late, my leg really would’ve snapped. Your body is your fortune, just like mine... Hmm, but you don’t look too good, do you?"
"Y-You evil baaastard...! To calculate even this... to set such a devious trap...?!"
Eleonora collapsed to the floor, clutching her crotch where the dumbbell had started to swing. Normally, I would have teased her more, but seeing the tears welling up in her fierce eyes, I shut my mouth.
Of course, it wasn’t because I felt sorry for her.
"Such a despicable trap... fearing I would hesitate at that door, you dug this vile hole for me...♥"
[ Hmm, are all masochists like that...? I don’t really get it. ]
Just moments ago, she was trembling as if humiliated when she swung that dumbbell at me. But now, seeing Eleonora smiling with those ominous, lust-filled crescent-moon eyes, the SD Character observing her began to circle around and mutter.
[ Of course, a sow deserves to be like that. But surely it must feel like her clitoris is being ripped off? Master Breeder, you truly have an amazing eye for sows! ]
"No, never mind my eye, you’re the one who kidnapped her in the first place."
Deep annoyance welled up to my throat. If Eleonora wasn’t right in front of me, I would have screamed. It must hurt. That’s a vital spot, after all. Maybe not that vital for her.
Furthermore, thanks to me, that clitoris has been incredibly developed. According to Eleonora herself, it’s a sensitive organ that makes her cum just from the brush of the wind.
Having someone yank on such a spot... unless she planned to slice it off to remove a weakness as a Grand Master, the pain should be unbearable.
But Eleonora, realizing her status as a masochistic sow with a twisted fetish developed by my hands, accepted even this agony as pleasure. She smiled that ominous, lust-filled crescent-moon smile, as if the pain was only fleeting.
"Despicable baaaastard... Do you think you can break me with thiiis...? No matter how much you play the Master, you cannot dominate me with such trifles...♥"
"Right, that’s enough. Come out now."
"...Come out?"
Did she forget why she came here? As she looked at me demanding an explanation, I removed the dumbbell hanging between her legs and immediately yanked on the chain tethered to her clitoral ring. Startled, Eleonora quickly scrambled to her feet.
"I’ll show you that place later to your heart’s content. For now, let’s head outside."
"Show me? What kind of scheme are you..."
"Is there a scheme in showing you the kitchen? Since you’re ready to have your clothes burned, shouldn’t you witness the spectacle yourself, especially since you handed them over to me?"
"Ah...♥"
Burning her own clothes. Even though it was due to my trickery, the sow who had gone beyond stripping herself to now abandoning the very concept of wearing clothes began to pant as if imagining it was enough to make her cum.
"N-No need... You do it... Can’t Master just burn them on his own...!"
"Didn’t you ask me to do it in front of you? And shouldn’t there be an audience? Especially for a lewd sow taking her first step into depravity by her own choice—what could be more entertaining than this?"
"Huuugh...♥"
Now, even my abuse sounded sweet to her. Unable to hide her twitching lips, Eleonora followed behind me as if she had no choice.
"I originally planned to burn them right away, but it was humid this morning. Plus, I was looking for some trash to burn along with them, so I got a little delayed."
"M-My clothes... with trash...?!"
Aside from her armor, these were the black leggings and brassiere that served as her knightly uniform. Treating them like garbage to be tossed into an incinerator—at this abusive treatment, Eleonora shut her mouth tight.
Even if she opened her mouth, she couldn’t say anything.
After all, she was the one who asked me to burn them.
[ It seems she has no hesitation in calling the Breeder "Master" now, but look at that expression! Seriously, just give her a good scolding! ]
Even if she was born a sow, she had lived her whole life as a female knight. I wasn’t the only one who could read her thoughts from her expression. The SD Character started jumping around excitedly.
Ignoring the little brat, I dragged Eleonora straight to the corner of the yard where the trash was piled up.
"Hmm... The weather is nice. As always, warm sunshine, and instead of a cool breeze, the familiar scent of pig shit. With my cute sow right here, isn’t this truly paradise on earth?"
"...Kuh."
A mound of trash the size of a small burial mound, a grill one might use for an outdoor barbecue, and two pieces of clothing laid neatly on top. Eleonora’s body trembled at the sight.
"If you were just going to burn them, why drag me all the way here..."
Handing over the clothes was one thing, but watching the last remnants of her humanity vanish was another. That seemed to be her reaction.
As I thought this morning, if Eleonora is preparing a final move as I suspect, then what I need to do here is a little "push and pull".
"You burn them."
"What did you say...?"
"With your own hands. Light the fire on that trash heap yourself."
"Do it with my own hands...! I mean, if you, if Master does it himself...!"
I couldn’t allow even a single excuse.
I immediately grabbed the hesitating Eleonora by the waist and whispered while gently stroking her flank with my fingertips.
"You do it. Burn them all away with your own hands, leaving not a single regret."
"...At least, at least show some courtesy. These are clothes I cheri—no, cherished. To treat them so carelessly as to burn them with this pile of trash...?!"
"Isn’t this exactly what you were hoping for?"
At my words, the eyes of Eleonora, who had been shaking her head, began to waver.
"You want to slowly stop being human and completely become my sow. But your pride won’t let you admit defeat, so you asked me to burn your clothes as a metaphorical token of your submission. To erase even that lingering regret with my hands."
"No, no... I... The current me has no right to wear those... Since I’m here anyway, I could never wear them again, that’s why... Never such a..."
As soon as my hands touched her, her legs naturally spread, and her thighs were already soaking wet. I pulled Eleonora’s hand toward the torch burning in the metal can next to the trash pile.
"Light the fire with your own hands. You, yourself, burn away your sweat, your effort, and your memories."
"I-I can’t... I can never do something like this...?!"
Contrary to her words, Eleonora couldn’t shake off my hand guiding hers and ended up gripping the torch. Regardless of her intentions when she handed me her clothes, the result doesn’t change.
Is it fast or less fast?
There is no option to be slow or to stop.
It is already too late to go back.
That upright and stiff female knight who vowed never to break, who shouted she would take revenge on me... that proud knight now spews sweet moans from her mouth, begs for my cock, and calls the mortal enemy who broke her into this state "Master".
But she still doesn’t give up. She doesn’t admit it.
She refuses to admit that she can no longer return to who she was.
That is why she can endure.
And that is why I make her burn her traces with her own hands even more.
I don’t know what meaning is embedded in these clothes, but seeing her resist this violently, there must be some significance.
If you cannot chop down a deep-rooted tree all at once, you burn its roots one by one.
"It’s simple. Just touch the fire to it. Nature will take care of the rest..."
"I told you I c-can’t do such a thing...!"
Master, please burn them right in front of my eyes! Eleonora kept shaking her head, but the moment I saw those eyes—eyes that had curled into crescent moons again—I decided to give her a little push.
"Well, since you’re doing such a commendable deed, it would be trouble if Master didn’t give you a reward, right?"
"Reward!"
Like a dog perking up at the mention of a treat, Eleonora gasped.
"You slutty bitch. Saying they’re precious items, yet you’re trying to trade them for Master’s cock!"
"N-Nooo... That’s not it... I don’t need Master’s cock or anything like thaaat...♥"
Of course, the truth was being told by her crotch.
"Lies every time you open your mouth! You get your clitoris erect like this and still lie?!"
"Hiiiiiieeeek?! You’re the one pulling iiiit?!"
Clank.
With a metallic sound, the chain wrapped around my left hand went taut. Eleonora instinctively thrust her pussy forward and collapsed back into my embrace as I groped her body from behind.
"Hmm... I don’t know what it is, but since you’re burning something precious, I have to give you a corresponding price, right?"
"P-Precious thiiing...!"
"For example, your sword?"
"Sword...!"
The reaction was immediate. So this is what she was looking for...?
"It’s your precious belonging. I kept it away from you for so long, you must have been burning up inside."
"A-Are you okay with that...? Showing me my sword..."
"Not just showing. If you stay obedient and commendable, I might even return it to you someday."
"Aaaah...!"
I gave her back a push.
And Eleonora immediately took action. The torch in her hand was pulled from the can and thrown onto the trash pile next to it. Before long, flames rose from the trash, reaching the peak and beginning to consume Eleonora’s clothes.
"Aah... What have I done... Because of lust... I lost to lust and chose the path of becoming a naked nympho with my own hands..."
"I guess I need to give you a definitive price for that too, huh?"
"Hiiiiiiih...?!"
Eleonora, who had been staring blankly at her clothes burning in the roaring flames, shuddered as my hand rubbed her clitoral bean.
"W-What are you doing! Isn’t it dangerous!!"
"Then you can put out the fire so it’s not dangerous."
"Filthy baaaastard... You intend to make me extinguish the fire with my piiiiss...♥"
Now, even without me saying it, she knew exactly what I was going to do. Eleonora turned her head toward me as I held her. Answering her, I slowly caressed her breasts and brought my face close, and the soft lips of the female knight welcomed me.
"Mmph...!"
About 10 seconds? Compared to the usual kisses that lasted until I creampied her, it was a very short time. But as Eleonora said, there was a fire right in front of us, so it was dangerous. I ended it after briefly tangling our tongues.
"You kiss well now. You even know how to actively mix tongues."
"S-Shut uuup... Just a k-kiiiss...♥"
Unlike her pathetic pussy that still couldn’t handle my cock, her mouth was improving day by day.
"You’re just so pretty I could die."
"P-Pretty?! Saying such nonsense now... Mmph...!"
She was just so cute that I did it again.
This time, I extended it a bit longer, kissing her for about 20 seconds. Eleonora, melting into a puddle as if her original goal didn’t matter anymore, panted heavily while completely surrendering her body to me.
"Re-Reward... Give me the rewaaaard... Hurry, the reward, pat-pat pussy... Pussy pat-paaaaat..."
"Now? I said I’d show you the sword later?"
"Forget thaaat... I can see that trash later, just hurry and pat-pat the pussy...♥"
Did she like it that much when I patted her pussy last time?
Seeing Eleonora biting my lip and throwing a tantrum like a child, I stopped tormenting her clitoris and started tapping her pussy.
"You know without me saying it, right?"
"I-I’ll tell you when I’m gonna cum, so hurry, pussy pat-pat, haaaangh...♥"
To think she’s been broken in so perfectly, yet she still hasn’t fully corrupted... it’s truly commendable.
Slap, Slap.
As I patted her soaking wet pussy as she desired, making lewd, wet sounds, Eleonora’s body immediately began to stiffen.
She was reaching the limit much faster than usual—clear proof that she was even more aroused by the current situation. Matching her pace, I patted her pussy a couple more times, then stimulated her urethra with my little finger.
"I-I’m gonna cum! Now, m-move your hand right n—Hiiiiieeeeek..."
Pshhhhhhh-!
Like placing a finger over the nozzle of a spraying hose, I felt the hot sensation against my hand. A stream of bright clear water erupted from Eleonora’s pussy, spraying violently toward the roaring flames.
