Clack!

’’Is... is anyone there...?’’

From the crack in the door of the silent pigsty, where everyone else was fast asleep, Eleonora peeked out. Her massive, heavy tits wobbled as she scanned the area, her head darting around like a meerkat scouting for danger.

Whatever urgency drove her, she scurried out of the pigsty in a flash, quickly shut the door behind her, and scanned her surroundings once more.

’Phew... I-I actually came out...!’

Only after confirming the coast was clear did she wrap her arms around her chest, letting out a breath of relief.

When the cage door had suddenly opened earlier, she had only reached out to check it. But her hand had passed right through the railing. The realization that the transparent barrier—that invisible veil that always blocked her—was gone, had possessed her. As if bewitched, she had walked right out of the cage, and then out of the pigsty itself.

’’Wait... I’m just going to check if he’s dead or alive. It’s nothing... it’s no big deal...!’’

She had vowed to kill him, swore it over and over, but the day of reckoning was still a few days away. Why, then, was she doing something so inefficient when she should be resting her body and conserving her strength?

And to top it off, even if it was the dead of night, she was wandering around stark naked, not wearing a single stitch of clothing!

’Haaah... I’ll just look around one last time...!’

But Eleonora seemed to disregard her own logic. As if showing off, she began to stroll under the moonlight, shaking her voluptuous, meat-filled tits and heavy ass with every step.

It was a lewd act the old Eleonora could never have imagined, yet a small, faint smile hung on the corners of her lips.

’The thrill that someone might see me is good, but coming out here alone, naked, while everyone sleeps... this might become... a habit... too...’

Walking naked in the wild, where only the cries and footsteps of nocturnal beasts could be heard—it made her feel as if she had become a beast herself.

Of course, it couldn’t compare to the spine-tingling electricity of exposing her naked body to someone, the rush of feeling her pussy twitch and gape in shame and depravity while displaying her disgrace. But this solitary exposure was a stimulating spice all its own.

Perhaps it was because she had spent her recent days writhing in such intense, electric pleasures.

Simply exposing her nudity to this silence brought a shivering sexual thrill and a strange sense of liberation that made her smile with satisfaction.

Moreover, the night sky was filled with thick clouds like hole-ridden cheese, and the moonlight shining through them created a mysterious atmosphere. Unable to resist, Eleonora leaped into the shafts of moonlight as if stepping into a spotlight.

’’...♥’’

It felt as if she had become a dancer in a fairy tale, dancing under the moonlight to dedicate herself to a longing lover.

’Of course, I am closer to a whore than a dancer...♥’

To compare such a lowly self to a dancer was an insult to dancers. No, perhaps it was even an insult to whores.

She was less than a whore; she was an exclusive sow, a toilet for processing one man’s sexual appetite.

’’Huhu, huhuhuhu...’’

Before she knew it, the greatsword she had been holding was stabbed into the center of the moonlight’s natural spotlight. Eleonora gripped the handle and began to spin her body around it.

She looked like a priestess performing a ritual, offering herself to someone, begging them to look at her. Or perhaps she looked like the flirtatious, coquettish movements of the whores she had mentioned earlier.

However, judging by her gaze, which unconsciously remained fixed on a single spot, it seemed the former was closer to the truth.

She had no interest or knowledge of dance, so her movements were clumsy. Yet, her exquisite curves—as if sculpted by a god—and her meaty tits and ass, which stoked the lust of anyone who saw them, sublimated these crude movements into a work of art.

’’Haaah...♥’’

Every time Eleonora, wearing a lewd smile under the mysterious moonlight, spun her body, her piercings jingled. And with every turn, the lustful dew flowing from her lower body sprayed into the air, scattering in all directions.

One turn, two turns, three turns. Soon, as her spinning body came to a halt, Eleonora clung to the handle just as she had clung to Rafe. She let her upper body hang limp and spread her legs wide.

’’Fi-Finishingggg...♥’’

Splatter— Drip-Drip-Drip—

’’Haaaa... N-Not now...♥’’

Unintentionally intoxicated by the dark forest and the yin energy of the moon, she had let her body act on its own accord. The result was pathetic—she had reached a trembling climax without even sticking a single finger into her pussy, right when she should have been moving her feet.

In the past, she would have felt a deep sense of self-loathing at such a display. But now, far from shame, Eleonora shook her ass as if feeling refreshed.

After all, if she didn’t cum periodically like this, her head would be filled with nothing but lewd, filthy thoughts all the time.

’Ahem, besides, the night is still young. And as I said before, if he dies, I need to find a way to manage this lustful body, and also... wait?’

If he dies?

Eleonora suddenly cross-referenced the keywords floating in her mind with the fact that she was outside. She turned her head toward the place she had been unconsciously watching while dancing frantically earlier—the place where Rafe lived.

’Come to think of it, I heard it once. Some magic is tied to the caster’s survival. Especially in the case of barriers, their status can confirm the caster’s life.’

Curses might be different, but barriers required the caster to constantly infuse mana to maintain them. Therefore, the sudden disappearance of barrier magic was usually a signal that something had happened to the caster’s life.

Dash!

In that instant, Eleonora immediately started running toward Rafe’s house.

’Did something really happen? Is he really sick? Is that why he left me alone all day, and why the cage door opened? Is it all because of that?!’

She was in such a rush that she left her greatsword planted in the ground, sprinting urgently toward his house.

Is he really sick? Sick enough that he couldn’t even come to see her, sick enough that he couldn’t maintain the barrier? Where? How?!

The distance between the pigsty and his house wasn’t far to begin with. In a flash, Eleonora reached the parked car in the yard. With shaking eyes, she placed a hand over her chest.

Thump! Thump!

In truth, it was an undeniable fact that she prayed for his death more desperately than anyone.

But it was also true that a corner of her heart was tightening with anxiety, imagining Rafe struck down by an incurable disease, unconscious, or already a cold corpse.

Why? She tried to ask herself for an answer, but in that moment, a voice whispered from a corner of her mind.

Go back. Let’s stick to the plan. Whether he dies or not, you can move freely out of the cage now, so just go back to the pen.

However, despite the internal protest, her body, driven by a pounding instinct, was already reaching out toward the doorknob of his house.

’You can’t die like this. You cannot die like this... I must kill you, I must kill you with my own hands. That is why I am checking. Yes, this is... this is just a process to ensure the plan is foolproof. He might be faking his death. I can’t... I can’t let my guard down...!’

As if desperately making excuses to someone, Eleonora pulled the doorknob with a hand that trembled as violently as her racing heart.

—Click... Creak...!

"A-Are you... alive...? I-It’s not that I came because I was worried about you...?!"

She had intended to break it down if necessary, but perhaps because of the isolated location, the door wasn’t locked. The knob turned easily. The moment she stepped inside—

Zzzzzzz... Snoreee..

"Wh-What is this..."

Eleonora froze stiff on the spot seeing Rafe sleeping comfortably on the bed, legs stretched out, snoring loudly.

"He’s... sleeping? There’s no trembling in his breath, no groans of pain... this rhythmic, even peaceful breathing...?!"

He was really sleeping. He wasn’t hastily pretending to sleep because she entered; that deep, heavy breathing proved he had been asleep for quite some time. He was in a deep slumber.

’’Haaah...’’

Thump.

Eleonora collapsed onto the floor unknowingly, placing her hand on her chest again. Her heart was still pounding as if it would burst.

But unlike before, perhaps due to relief, her heart began to beat slowly and rhythmically. She let out a sigh of relief at the calming pulse.

’...I am only relieved because this man did not die a futile death before falling by my hand.’

Perhaps due to the annoyance and anger that followed the momentary emptiness, that face she wanted to kill looked even more detestable today. Her heart pounded with the fear that he might suddenly open his eyes and look at her, making it impossible to look away.

And as her mind settled, another question began to creep in.

’This man... then why did he deactivate the barrier?’

Simply a mistake? Or did he become convinced that she was now a fully tamed sow, just as he had told her? Or... did he want to die at her hands?

’If that is the case, then I shall grant your wish right now...!’

If she set her mind to it, if she just reached out right now, she could kill him.