As Rafe finished tidying up the kitchen, threw on his clothes, and rushed out of the house...

Eleonora, who had been blankly staring at her Master’s retreating back, felt the sensation of semen trickling down from her pussy and let out a faint, satisfied smile.

Then, unable to resist the thick, potent scent of Rafe wafting from the living room, she stumbled forward as if drunk, practically diving onto Rafe’s bed.

"Haaaahn... Master’s smell... The filthy scent of Master mixed with the stench of this lowly sow’s cunt...♥"

Sniff, Sniff, Sniff.

Between what happened in the bathroom and the kitchen, they had devoured each other until their very bones felt like they were melting. Yet, this smell—no matter how many times she inhaled it, she could never get enough!

Clutching the sheets and duvet cover, now soaking wet with their mixed body fluids, Eleonora buried her face deep into the fabric. Like a complete pervert, she panted heavily, inhaling his lingering musk, licking the clothes with her tongue, and chewing on the cloth.

Schlick, squelch, schlick—

"Huuuugh... fingering my pussy while smelling Master... just how happy is this sow...♥"

Naturally, her fingers found their way to her crotch, digging into her wet snatch as she recalled the sex from the night before.

Chewing, tearing, tasting, and enjoying—she was taking another vigorous step down the path of a beast.

"But setting that aside... no matter how much I look, there really are so many fascinating objects here."

She had heard many things from her Master last night.

That this was not the world she came from. Compared to her world, which was at a medieval level at best, this place possessed a highly advanced civilization.

Suddenly kidnapped to another dimension, losing her acquaintances, her foundation, her wealth, and everything she had ever known—it would be normal to be flustered. Yet, Eleonora was calmer than expected.

Not the world she lived in?

Rather, she was glad.

That meant that out of the countless females in that other world, Rafe had chosen her specifically. He had picked her to break, corrupt, and turn into a sow.

It meant she was a special existence, chosen first among all those other competitive sows by her Master.

Yes, this was fate from the very beginning.

Wandering without realizing her own lewd nature, only to be picked up by Master and tamed into his sow—it was inevitable.

That is why she became the first sow—not the second, not the third—and achieved the position of Knight Commander of the filthy Sow Knights who serve only Master!

Eleonora, completely blinded by love—or rather, lust—snorted with pride, feeling a sense of accomplishment even in the fact that she had been kidnapped and broken.

Even if other females eventually crawled into this bed, the fact remained that she was the first!

"Kuh-hmm..."

Did I get too excited without realizing it?

Eleonora cleared her throat awkwardly a few times. To confirm once more that this was indeed a different world, she grabbed the TV remote from the bedside table and turned on the power.

—[ Recent reports indicate that the Orc population is declining rapidly worldwide... ]

She had merely pressed a small button, yet people popped out of the square box on the wall. How shocked she had been the first time, though she hadn’t shown it back then.

Eleonora fell into thought as she watched the news screen displaying footage and headlines stating that the Orc population in Ohio, USA, had plummeted by half.

It wasn’t certain yet, but if no one from the other world could come here except through Rafe...

If that were truly the case...

Eleonora began to mutter to herself, picturing a few specific women in her mind.

"The Princess and Her Majesty the Queen are confirmed targets, sooner or later. Considering the stimulating scenario of eating a mother and daughter together like a oyakodon... it has rarity value. And above all, it means he can taste Royal Pussy, so Master will surely be pleased. Ah! Come to think of it, I’ll need a cunt-bitch to guard Master when I’m away...!"

She mumbled a scheme so terrifying it would make one’s knees weak just hearing it, yet her expression was completely nonchalant.

Just looking at her face, one could tell she was genuinely planning to abduct them. She even felt a sense of duty in betraying those she had once served.

Beyond her duty as a Sow Knight to become the lewdest woman in the world, she now held a duty as the Knight Commander: to offer beautiful sows to Rafe in this paradise of corruption, where semen and love juices overflow, and where moans, coquetry, cocks, and cunts mingle in harmony.

—[ Global scholars are linking the rapid decline of Orcs first observed in S city with the strange phenomena occurring worldwide... ]

She was even plotting, "Should I kidnap that bitch too?" while looking at the beautiful female announcer on the news.

"No. Looking at that bitch’s face... I see artificial touches everywhere, and a dirty pretentiousness that I can feel just by looking at her. That bitch isn’t fit to be a sow."

Where does she get off, not even being a virgin!

Like a chick sexer sorting poultry, Eleonora judged the announcer’s virginity just by looking at her face and clicked her tongue. She glanced at the clock, turned off the TV, and gathered the messy duvet and bedsheets. She walked out of the house to the yard where the car was parked.

She immediately began hanging the soaking wet sheets on the clothesline in the yard.

"This is something Master trusted me with. I must not make a mistake."

Originally, Rafe intended to assign the laundry to her, but after the commotion in the kitchen, he felt suspiciously reluctant to make her do housework. However, since he was late for work due to being distracted by sex, there was a behind-the-scenes story where he just told her to hang them in the yard roughly.

Eleonora, oblivious to this nuance, snorted as if this were a critical mission entrusted to her by her Master, staring intently at the blankets swaying on the line.

About 20 minutes passed like that.

"Are you watching them well?"

"Master!"

Hearing Rafe’s voice accompanied by the rattle-rattle of a handcart rolling from behind, Eleonora turned. Her eyes, which had been glaring sharply at the laundry, instantly began to drip with lust.

"Yes! I was watching them diligently as you entrusted me to! My pussy is also keeping moist and wet, so I am ready to accept Master’s cock at any moment!"

"I can’t stop you... But watching?"

Do people usually use the word "watching" or "surveillance" for laundry?

Rafe tilted his head, momentarily dumbfounded, but seeing Eleonora’s gaze shift to the contents of the handcart he was pulling, he waited for her question.

"T-Those... pigs are..."

"As you can see, they’re all dead. Went to the nursery and they were all sprawled out."

"So many died? Is it some kind of disease...?!"

Piled in the handcart were tiny piglets that looked like they hadn’t been born long ago. They weren’t freshly born, but seeing piglets the size of a forearm lying there as cold corpses...

Eleonora, unable to hide her sadness as a fellow kin, spoke as if this were unforgivable.

"Who is it! Who dared to do this to Master’s pigs?!"

"No one did it. Pigs this size usually die a lot around this time. It’s not even strange."

Rafe replied nonchalantly, as if it were neither peculiar nor serious. Eleonora tilted her head in confusion, but Rafe simply tossed two swords toward her with a casual, "Picked these up on the way!"

"This is...?"

"Must belong to those guys from yesterday. They were left at the scene. Anyway, I’m off to work~"

"W-Wait...?!"

"Don’t just stare at the laundry, have some free time for yourself~"

"Master?!"

She called out pitifully as Rafe disappeared again, dragging the handcart after saying only what he needed to say. Left watching his receding back, Eleonora eventually looked down at the Crusaders’ swords that had been thrown suddenly in front of her.

"It’s not that I wasn’t curious before, but... hmm... I feel somewhat complicated."

Unlike the ordinary swords used by the kingdom’s regular knights, these were masterpieces forged and tempered by renowned craftsmen. Like the Crusaders’ armor, they featured pure white hilts and blades that resembled silver. They were known as famous swords bestowed directly by the Saintess, the proxy of the Goddess, upon appointment as a Crusader.

Just as she had cherished the Royal Greatsword like her own life in the past, it was said that Crusaders held such great pride in these swords that they would take them into their graves.

And there wasn’t just one, but two of them?

Eleonora stared at her own greatsword, which had been neglected in a corner of the yard, then suddenly picked up their swords. She extended her arms to compare the lengths and swung them around to test them.

Whoosh, Whoooosh.

Indeed, was she a knight at heart, even if her nature was that of a sow? Eleonora spun around a few times as if performing a sword dance, then threw the swords to the ground, looking utterly dissatisfied.

"Maybe because I’ve wielded a greatsword all my life, but these are too light. They don’t fit me."

They lacked weight. They didn’t fit her style of wielding a destructive blade like a beast to crush enemies.

She tried using dual swords, holding one in each hand, but the sensation was so foreign—like swinging two sheets of paper—that she couldn’t stand the awkwardness.

But that was just an excuse. Eleonora hurriedly ran to the bathroom, turned on the faucet, and began scrubbing her hands vigorously under the pouring water.

"Objects touched by the hands of males other than Master... How can they be so repulsive...!"

Having lived by the sword her whole life, she could feel how the previous owners had handled them just by looking at the condition of the blades or holding them in her hand.

Just as folklore says spirits or ghosts attach themselves to objects that have been loved for a long time or have gathered deep grudges...

Every time she touched those swords, it felt like their lives were clasping her hands.

It wasn’t guilt or fear.

It was simply disgusting.

"Dirty. Dirty, dirty, dirty, dirty, dirty, dirty, dirty, dirty!!!"

She was Master’s sex slave! Master’s exclusive pussy, a meat-toilet, a sow who willingly spreads her legs only for him. Only Master could touch her.

Unless it was Master’s order, she might enjoy being watched, but she could not tolerate being touched.

Even if they were ghosts wandering the netherworld with grudges! She could never allow it.

If she could, she would have peeled the skin off her hands right then and there. But knowing better than anyone that her body belonged to Rafe, Eleonora regretfully stopped at just washing them clean, muttering with a look of lingering displeasure.

"...However, there is no way Master gave me those useless things without knowing this."

There must be a reason he gave them to her. And above all, she had business with those swords, which was why she had picked them up despite the nausea-inducing unpleasantness.

What should I do...

Eleonora, pondering while looking in the mirror, stared at the water pouring from the faucet and shook her head.

"This clean water will only make their filthy luster shine more. I need something that can properly sanitize them..."

Eleonora, who had been staring intently at the toilet bowl, suddenly burst out of the bathroom as if something had struck her and ran straight toward the swords lying in the yard.

"Fufu, Master did say... A sow should just piss on the spot when she needs to go. Without needing permission, without caring who sees, just vulgarly spraying piss anywhere."

Since she had just rinsed her hands in cold water, the signal was naturally going to her bladder. As if there was nothing to hesitate about, Eleonora positioned the Holy Knights’ swords between her legs and squatted right over them.

And then,

"Hnnnngggggh...♥"

Pssshhhhhhhhhhhhhh—

Spreading her pussy wide with all her might, she began to unleash a torrent of piss onto the swords on the ground.

She didn’t hold back. She timed it perfectly so the stream flowing from her urethra hit them directly.

"Fufu, they are being defiled. No, they are being purified. The last belongings of the filthy scum who dared to harm Master... the objects they considered their pride... are being purified by my urine...!"

Eleonora began to stick her tongue out, panting slightly, feeling a genuine sense of purification rather than just self-satisfaction.

Seeing these brilliant blades, which looked as if they were made of melted silver, being disgraced by her piss and becoming a mess mixed with Master’s dried semen falling from her pussy...

Only then did she feel a proud and refreshing sensation, as if she had finally finished off the wicked bunch who tried to harm her Master.

She had thought pissing on her own sword was one of the paths to corruption, but directly insulting other knights’ swords like this wasn’t bad either.

Eleonora vowed that from now on, she would disgrace the swords of every knight she killed by pissing on them like this.

But if she didn’t like them, she could have just thrown them away. Why was Eleonora putting in the effort to "sanitize" them?

As if to show the answer, Eleonora picked up one of the swords, now completely soaked and dripping wet.

Schlorrrp—

"Haauuuuggghhh...♥"