"Oooh, oooohhh…?! O, oooohhh… P-Pee, that evil bastard's pee is in my pussyyyy…?!"
With every twitch of her body, Eleonora climaxed, gushing out semen mixed with bright yellow urine from her pussy.
"I will… not forgive youuuu…! D-Daring to violate me wasn't enough, n-now you're using my pussy as a toil—aaaaaahhhh…?!"
The sight of that upright female knight, lifting one leg high like a dog marking a telephone pole, pissing and splattering semen jjorok jjorok, made my dick surge with anger—or rather, begin to stiffen again.
"Well, who told you to get the quiz wrong? I put in ten for you to guess easily; why did you say nine?"
"Sh-Shut uuuup…! You bastard, for whom begging for forgiveness wouldn't even earn the luxury of a quick death…! How dare you use a woman's most private place, this Eleonora Croft's pussy, as a semen wastebasket, a piss toileeeet…?!"
Judging by her words alone, it seemed like merely tearing me to death wouldn't be enough—she'd probably dry the shredded flesh into jerky. But in reality, she was just a pitiful sow, legs spread, her only function being to drain all the fluids the male had deposited inside her.
Despite being a Grandmaster, she was nothing but a sow whose every lower orifice had gone limp and climaxed, unable to endure sex with her master.
Just as I was about to return to the brick house for the day's work,
"Ah, I almost forgot."
Originally, I just intended to take care of my morning wood and prepare for her anal expansion training, but being male, I got too engrossed in sex and nearly forgot.
Step step
"Are you coming…! Fine, violate me all you want! I will absolutely not lose to you, ohohohohoh?!"
Squiiish Even as her leg was held in my hand, Eleonora, who had been burning with defiance, started climaxing again as an anal plug, larger than the anal beads that had been playing in her asshole until now, began thrusting into her anus.
"You masochist sow, even if it's not Master's dick this time, do you just 'go' the moment something gets shoved in?"
"W-Wrong… No, I did not goooo…! To, to 'go' just because this filthy thing is shoved in my asshoooole…! Th-That couldn't be, cou—hhuuuhhh…!"
Eleonora shook her head desperately, her tongue hanging out stupidly.
But the moment the small bell hanging from her clitoris jingled once, the other hole, located just a bit above the one that had been taking the dick, began to slowly open.
Was the water I'd been giving her under the guise of kisses finally taking effect?
Dribble dribble dribble-!
"I'm, I'm going… Pissing, I'm pissing while I'm com, commiiiiing…!!"
Eventually, Eleonora began climaxing again, pissing from both her vaginal opening and her urethra. I don't know about anything else, but it seems my training—to piss immediately when she needs to and report it while doing so—has truly taken root in her body.
"What a commendable sow."
"Hiiiii… Hiiiii… P-Pissing while I 'go', pissing while I 'go' agaiiiin…!!"
I patted her head as praise, but perhaps the shock of awakening to yet another something—this 'defecation climax'—was too much, as she just slumped down limply.
Of course, the stream of piss flowing from her pussy began trickling down Eleonora's pale thighs like a flowing river, as if it were the most natural thing.
"You barely slept last night, and then you experienced such intense lovemaking, so it's no wonder you're sleepy."
I could torment her by saying, 'Where do you think you're sleeping?!' But if I subject this sow, who hasn't slept all night, to more sexual training right now, it would just become pure stress for her from that moment on.
Training is one thing, but torture is not the goal. So I lifted Eleonora's head, tucked a small pillow under it, and stepped out of the pen.
"I'll kill youuuu…!! I definitely willlll…!!"
"…No need to check what dream she's having."
After returning to the brick house for a quick shower, I headed straight for the farm's back mountain.
[Huh? Breeder, where are you going? The farm is that way!]
"I have something to check."
-Woof woof!
-Bow wow!
-Arf arf!
I mentioned going to the back mountain and even brought Ddongchi, our farm's guard dog. Did that make her curious? An SD character looked at me with concern from above the message window.
"But thinking about it, that character is kinda cute, wouldn't you say?"
[Nyeh?]
Although it's a sudden mountain trip, I'm climbing with a clear purpose.
Even though I have a dog(?) with me, it can't talk, and since I happened to have a good conversationalist, I chatted idly, imagining the character that always floats around me.
"I've only ever seen you as this short, chibi 2-heads-tall figure. I wonder how you'd look drawn as a proper character?"
[Hmm… Well, this message window has a fixed size, so no matter how hard I try, this appearance is the limit… Ahem! But I'd probably be pretty! No, I'd be super pretty!]
Above the message window, the character puffed out her ample chest with a speech bubble saying 'I am a beauty!'. Well, even so, since she's a chibi, she'd just look cute.
"Really? You'd be really pretty? Like the sows in the pigpen?"
[W-Well, of course, w-wait a minuteeee?! Oh my! Oh my!? Are you trying to turn me into a sow too, not just that knight?! You jerk! Pervert! Lecher!]
As soon as I finished speaking, along with a 'Gone!' from what sounded like a roe deer, the SD character—whether it was a 2D Live model or something—swiftly opened a door and ran away. After that, she only sent sporadic messages and didn't show the pink-haired character again.
Did I take the joke too far? Just as I was thinking of teasing her a bit more and then apologizing,
-Grrrr…
-Grrrr…
-Grrrr…
"Ddongchi?"
The ears of our farm's guard dog, Ddongchi, all flattened back simultaneously. The beagle's head on the left, the white dog's head in the center, and the cocker spaniel's head on the right—not a single one was spared—began baring their teeth.
[Wh-What is it! What's going on for the dogs to act like this…!]
"It's a wild boar. As I said before, one of the reasons he's here at our farm is to warn me when a wild boar is nearby."
Although he's just a guard dog who doesn't even bark at people and acts cute for food as if he'd follow anyone who gives him some, that doesn't mean he's stupid.
He's detecting something humans can't perceive, whether trained for it or not, and is standing before his owner to issue a warning.
He's telling us that there's something behind the rock in front of us.
[H-Huh? Isn't that dangerous! Even if it is, a wild boar can easily trample a goblin to death!?]
"Shh, let's go, Ddongchi."
As I cautiously led the way with Ddongchi and carefully headed behind the rock, the messages became even more frantic. Of course, now wasn't the time to reply, so I ignored them lightly and prepared to chase the boar away with Ddongchi if necessary, quickly rushing behind the rock.
"Huh?"
-Squeak?
-Grrr?
-Huff huff!
[Kyaaaaaa…aaa… aaaaah…h? Huh?]
Contrary to the heart-pounding tension I felt moments ago, what lay behind the rock was the corpse of a wild boar, its torso gone somewhere, with only its head and front legs remaining.
"I was wondering about those gunshots from the mountain a while ago… So it died here?"
It happens often.
Hunts for wild boars are periodically conducted by the government to prevent the spread of livestock diseases like swine fever or foot-and-mouth disease.
If a disease spreads to pigs, it naturally spreads to wild boars too.
But wild boars don't just drop dead instantly upon catching the disease, so the government often hires hunters to cull them.
It's a very helpful practice for us here, but that's not what I wanted to check right now.
-Woof!
-Bow!
-Arf!
[Ah! What are you doing! Why are you rummaging through the corpse like that?! It's already just a head!]
"That's why I'm checking."
The messages started complaining as I suddenly began inspecting the severed boar head's cross-section with my work gloves, but I continued examining it.
"This guy, who tore its body away?"
[Huh?]
"You can see it now. This boar, its entire torso is gone except for the head and some parts. Judging by the bloodstains around, it seems it was shot by a hunter, fled here, and died when its strength gave out, but the main body is missing."
[Th-The hunters must have taken it… right? They wouldn't have?]
Just finding a wild boar corpse requires reporting it to the authorities; it's unthinkable to just leave a corpse out in the open to rot like this.
More importantly, there are no predators in our country that hunt wild boars in this manner.
"Looking at this cross-section, there are marks showing it was repeatedly struck and harvested with something. Not cut cleanly, but torn off forcibly through repeated actions, like hoeing in tidal flats with a blunt tool."
You could say it was something like a stone axe. No sooner had I said this than a message popped up right in front of me.
[It's goblins… There are footprints over there!]
"What?"
Well, that's annoying.