"Nnnngh..."

Buried within a bed made of cozy straw, Eleonora’s eyelids trembled. She looked like a sleeping princess from a fairy tale, eyes gently shut. Before long, her trademark beautiful blue eyes began to sparkle as they fluttered open.

’...’

How long had she been asleep?

Eleonora immediately pushed aside the straw that had been covering her warmly. As she sat up, her massive breasts heaved and bounced with the motion.

Perhaps because she had slept so deeply, her mind was still foggy. Her blue eyes, lacking their usual sharp intelligence, blankly scanned the bed she was lying on and her surroundings.

And then, shortly after.

"...Ah."

A short, single sound escaped her parched throat, her voice cracked and dry.

It was just a short exclamation, adding no further words, but it was a sound laden with complex, contradictory emotions.

Apart from her body, which felt loose and mushy, her mind sharply recognized her reality—naked, without a single thread of clothing, trapped inside this narrow prison called a ’pen.’ It was a sound of lament.

’I wish it had been a dream...’

If this were her royal bedroom, if this cozy straw were her plush bed, and if the creatures beside her were maids instead of pigs, she would have wanted for nothing.

But this self-pity was short-lived. Eleonora’s face instantly flushed with rage and shame as she began to pound the straw pile with her fists.

"Ughhhhh?! What was that! That disgraceful pose! That obscene posture! To think I would squirt like a fountain from my pussy and cum like thaaaat?!"

As her mind cleared, she remembered why she had surrendered her body to the coziness of this straw pile. She couldn’t endure the memory without hitting something.

"What the hell! Did I seduce those ball-less geldings because I’m some kind of slut?! Don’t be ridiculous! He must have used some trick! Unless he did, unless he diiiiiiid?!"

There was no way she would have voluntarily assumed such a lewd posture on her own!

She desperately denied it, pounding the straw bundles thud-thud and rolling around on the ground. But every time she moved, a clear ringing sound echoed from her crotch.

Jingle~

Eleonora abruptly stopped moving. She slowly tossed aside the straw she had been using to cover her crotch.

’’...Haaah.’’

She had hoped that, if nothing else, this part was a dream.

Even if she conceded a hundred times over and accepted the narrow cage trapping her, or even the fact that she was stark naked...

She had prayed that this, at least—this clitoris that was stiffly erect and displaying its presence without a shred of tact—was not reality.

’...’

But what good would lamenting do now?

Realizing this was reality meant the milk was already spilt; her chastity and dignity were not coming back.

"Kuhhh...!!"

Still, it was mortifying.

If she had been raped, perhaps she could accept it as a defeat. But to spray a fountain of fluids in front of him while holding such a grotesque pose, and then to faint from the pleasure?

’It’s all because of this...!’

Aside from her cute, pink clitoris that twitched without pain, there was the turquoise Mithril piercing that she couldn’t get used to, no matter how many times she looked at it. And the small bell hanging from that piercing.

Like dew forming on a blade of grass just before sunrise, this bell asserted its presence so undeniably that it could not be ignored.

Ding-a-ling~

"Hup...!"

It rang only faintly, yet her pussy, already conditioned by the sound, twitched in response. The aftershocks of that stimulation rippled through Eleonora instantly.

’I will destroy this... right now...!’

Because of this one thing! If not for this, she wouldn’t have had to finger her own pussy in such a pose. Because of this single small bell, she had shown a disgraceful display that meant she could never lift her head as a knight again.

Furthermore, judging by its brilliant glow, the ring piercing her clitoris was obviously made of Mithril.

But while the ring might be Mithril, this silver bell seemed different. Eleonora immediately reached for her crotch.

Just as Rafe had grabbed her clitoris, she pinched the bell between her thumb and forefinger and began to squeeze it with all her might.

Squeeeeeeeze!!

"...?"

But five minutes passed. Then ten. Even as more time flowed by, the bell didn’t suffer a single scratch. Eleonora let out a deep sigh and let go.

’Another one of his strange items.’

He was a man who bought Mithril like one would buy beef jerky at a general store. He must have brought some bizarre artifact from somewhere and attached it to her.

For the record, this bell was indeed a byproduct from when Rafe had asked for the broken Mithril chains to be smelted into other items.

Unlike the piercing, which was pure Mithril, the bell was an alloy mixed with silver. It had lost the unique glow of Mithril, but its durability was unyielding. It was, effectively, the hardest bell in the world.

Of course, Eleonora had no way of knowing this. She simply fumed at Rafe for attaching such an evil object(?) to her private parts.

After groaning in frustration for a while, Eleonora heard footsteps approaching. She frantically began to put on the clothes scattered in the corner of her pen.

Of course, ’clothes’ was a generous term. Aside from her armor, it was just leggings and a sports bra. But she didn’t want to show her naked body to that wicked man for even a single second.

More than anything, the thought of him seeing her naked made her body tremble.

The memory of being pinned under him, squealing oink-oink like a sow while begging for it, flashed vividly before her eyes.

And naturally, following the needle came the thread—the memory of her arched-back, squirting orgasm followed immediately after.

Jingle-jingle~

"Kuh-hup...!"

The bell rang incessantly, acting as an alarm for her frantic movements as she hurriedly dressed to beat his approaching footsteps.

"Not now, please...!"

Although her body had been defiled, her mind remained steadfast. No matter what wicked tricks he used to try and corrupt her, she was confident she could endure it. But this damn jingling sound and her clenching pussy kept becoming a distraction.

Furthermore, for some reason, every time she pulled the clothes tight against her skin, she felt a strange stinging sensation accompanied by an intense itch.

"Ughhhhh!!" 𝒇𝒓𝙚𝒆𝔀𝓮𝓫𝒏𝓸𝙫𝓮𝓵.𝓬𝙤𝙢

Eventually, unable to bear it any longer, Eleonora summoned all her remaining strength. She managed to put on her clothes and even her armor, though it was worn clumsily.

She couldn’t fasten the buckles, but this was enough to show her will of resistance against him...

"Why are you wearing clothes without permission? Take them off right now."