Something was wrong. Terribly wrong.

’’Why isn’t he coming?’’

It was the dead of night. Unlike the other pigs in the next room—or indeed, most living creatures on the surface who were enjoying a sweet rest to shake off the fatigue of the day—Eleonora was wide awake. Her eyes flashed with the predatory glint of a beast in the darkness.

’I even went to the trouble of preparing this body to be thoroughly ravished by him, so why?’

As soon as the morning sun had risen, Eleonora had woken to the signal of her stomach growling—Grrr...—and lightly stretched her body. She shuddered briefly as the piercings in her sensitive bits tugged with the movement, then quietly opened the window to inhale the fresh morning air.

Although the scent was mixed with the stench of pig shit, just as Rafe had said, she had been eating and sleeping here long enough to become accustomed to it.

Acting as if the smell didn’t matter, she enjoyed the damp morning air and then slowly washed her body, intending to execute the plan she had concocted yesterday to lower his guard.

Of course, she almost climaxed several times during the wash from the sensation of his thick semen still sloshing inside her womb, but she held back. She couldn’t afford to waste her energy on pointless masturbation when she needed to conserve her strength.

And more than anything, touching herself in the morning always felt best when she was sucking his cock and swallowing a mouthful of his fresh morning spunk at the same time.

After cleanly washing away the dried crust of semen from her skin—leaving her vagina filled with what was inside—Eleonora waited with a pounding heart for him to slowly commute to her location.

It was almost time for work.

’’Haaah... How delicious will it be today...? He filled my pussy so full yesterday, but morning cum is a true delicacy. Just imagining it makes my mouth water...♥’’

However, five minutes passed. Then ten. Then thirty.

Rafe did not appear.

At first, she blushed, thinking that perhaps he had exhausted himself enjoying her pussy so thoroughly the day before that he had overslept. But when a full hour passed without hide nor hair of him, Eleonora finally realized something was strange.

Why? Why isn’t he coming? Even if he’s late, Rafe has never been more than thirty minutes late before. So why isn’t he here?

Is he perhaps trembling on his legs, unable to stand, just as I was yesterday because he was so engrossed in sex with me?

Up until this point, she had maintained a sense of composure, even looking down on Rafe for wasting precious time when there were only three days left for him to enjoy her pussy.

But when he failed to appear even long past lunch time, Eleonora finally realized something was definitely wrong.

What is it? Why? Why isn’t he coming to work? No, why isn’t he coming to hold me?

’’I’m so heated that I could cum from just a light touch, so why...?’’

Is he sick somewhere? As I thought earlier, did he exhaust himself so much enjoying my pussy that he...

’’No! Impossible! D-Death by sexual exhaustion?! Don’t be ridiculous! He hasn’t even fully enjoyed half of my pussy yet, so what nonsense...!’’

It couldn’t be. He was the man who locked her in this place and broke her. He possessed all sorts of strange items she didn’t understand, like boxes that produced people or chests that kept food cold. Would such a man not know how to replenish the vitality lost from excessive intercourse?

And above all, he was supposed to die by her sword, not by her pussy.

’’...Ahem.’’

Of course, inwardly, she had tried to rationalize her longing for sex with him by thinking that squeezing him dry wouldn’t be a bad revenge for reducing her to this state. She had even planned to milk him thoroughly if he came to hold her. But one hour became two, and no matter how long she waited, he did not come.

’’Is he really... hurt somewhere...? No, no! Whether that bastard is sick or not is none of my business! I only need revenge! Only revenge!’’

However, once the thought entered her mind, it began to nag at her.

What if he really is sick? If he really couldn’t come to work because he’s ill, what should I do?

Furthermore, putting everything else aside, considering how sincere he was about raising his pigs, the fact that he hadn’t patrolled the pigsty caused the anxiety in her mind to grow larger and larger.

And so, time flowed on until now.

Eventually, dinner time passed, and deep into the night when everyone else was asleep, Rafe never appeared to hold her.

And Eleonora—

’’Why? Why isn’t he coming? Did my plan get caught? No. His guard against me is lower than before. Even if he was wary or knew I was plotting something, he would have shown up with that brazen look on his face regardless...?’’

Through the gaps in the window that had been open since morning, she rolled her eyes to their limit, scanning the surroundings to see if he might be coming.

’’He definitely should have done the sunlight disinfection today, so why isn’t he coming...? Did something really, truly happen to him...? Where does it hurt, and how bad is it?’’

Now convinced that the reason he hadn’t come was because his body was ailing, the eyes that waited desperately for Rafe rippled with an emotion she hadn’t seen during the day, like raindrops falling on a calm pond.

Her head was entirely filled with thoughts of him.

Even when she breathed, she thought of him. When she laid her body in the straw, images of Rafe sharing body warmth in the same bed, mixing bodies, and whispering wicked (sweet) words into her ear kept rising up.

Normally, she would have rationalized these persistent thoughts as simply wanting to kill him, comforting her pussy—which was crying tears of loneliness without a cock—all by herself. But perhaps sensing the gravity of the situation, her nether lips were clenched shut tight, allowing Eleonora to become even more consumed by thoughts of Rafe as she muttered.

’Did he really pour all his strength into sex with me...?! B-But that’s not my fault, is it! I was the one being violated! Even yesterday, I was the victim who could barely sleep because my pussy was swollen shut!’

’Come to think of it, looking back at our recent coupling, he was the one shaking his hips like a dog in heat because it felt so good. What exactly did I d-dooooo...?’

Right. All she did was...

Actively stick out her tongue to drink his saliva whenever he tried to kiss her, begging him to kiss her more... wrap her arms and legs around his body so he couldn’t go anywhere... twitch her vaginal walls and vaginal meat to milk his cock exactly as she had been trained... and beg for a creampie over and over again.

Yes, I am strictly a victim, she thought, extending her logic to that point before shaking her head vigorously as if it were absurd.

’Have I grown fond of him in the meantime?! Don’t be ridiculous! He’s the one who reduced me to this state! Why worry about an enemy who trampled me so ruthlessly in order to make me his personal sex slave...!’

Even this emotion of worrying about him now was proof of her corruption by him. What kind of insane bitch stays up all night worrying about the man who broke her, as if caring for a beloved lover?

This, too, was surely her own weakness, a result of being corrupted by him.

The moment she failed to overcome this, she would remain his sow forever. She would never wear clothes again, dragged around by his hand to be humiliated in front of others, recorded in history books as a lewd whore who couldn’t live without his cock for the rest of her life.

The peerless Knightess who became a Grand Master before the age of thirty—defeated by a cock and corrupted into a sow. Future generations would surely cite her name forever.

No, surely her name would become a synonym for insult, used to mock unchaste women: ’You Eleonora-like bitch!’

’’Haaah, haaaannngh...♥’’

Eleonora shivered, imagining someone pointing fingers at her and receiving that shame and disgrace.

But that was only for a moment. Eleonora’s eyes soon regained their clarity.

Had her resolve finally shone through?

’’...Something is lacking. Usually, such a lewd imagination would be enough to make me climax.’’

It felt as if something—something massive—was missing.

’I can’t go on like this. I must check on him myself. Unless I confirm with my own two eyes whether he is dead or alive, these strange feelings won’t settle.’

If she could just see his face directly, she could recall her humiliating self from yesterday and steel her resolve.

It wasn’t anger, nor was it worry. And it wasn’t simply being in heat, either.

’I must confirm it. I want to... see him with my own two eyes...’

She didn’t know in what sense she thought ’I want to see him.’ However, her bursting, pounding heart was screaming at her to run to where he was immediately. Eleonora shook her head violently and spoke.

’I-I can’t... If I see him, my plan will be ruined. I might kill him... I might end up killing him before I can ensure the safety of my... my ass-pussy...!’

It was as if she were afraid of something.

She felt a vague anxiety that the moment she acknowledged the true nature of the emotions in her chest and head, a tailwind would blow her on a journey across a river of no return.

But one thing was certain: her self as a Knightess was shouting that she absolutely must not see him.

’Ahem! In the first place, I cannot even leave this pen without his permission! Even if I wanted to see him that badly, I can’t verify—’ 𝘧𝓇ℯ𝑒𝓌𝑒𝑏𝓃𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭.𝒸ℴ𝓂

Creeeeak—

’’V-Verify... I can...?!’’