When Eleonora fastened the buckle over her precariously exposed pelvis, she felt as if Her Highness the Princess—who had designed, crafted, and personally bestowed this armor (along with the greatsword she had now lost)—was right there with her.

’That’s right. I will not lose to this filthy training. I will tear him apart with my own hands and bathe my throat in his blood.’

It was a vow she made constantly, but feeling the cold metal against her bare skin sharpened her mind. She felt as if she could overcome anything.

At least, until the symptoms returned not long after.

’Kuh... Why... I washed so thoroughly... Whyyyyy...!’

As soon as the sun began to set, that strange, maddening itch began to assault her once again.

However, Eleonora was confident she could endure it.

After all, she wasn’t feeling the itch in her clitoris and pussy that had tormented her so persistently until yesterday.

She wouldn’t have to humiliate herself by fingering her own cunt in a fit of loneliness and heat. But the trial came from a completely unexpected place.

’M-My nipples... Aaah... Why, why?! They were fine yesterday, so why now...?!’

The problem was her breasts, screaming in frustration inside her chest plate.

Every patch of skin touching the armor felt itchy and prickly, but her nipples—the most sensitive part of a woman’s body—were suffering the worst of it.

The itch starting from her breasts naturally stimulated her nipples. Whether she wanted it or not, her physiological response caused her nipples to harden into stiff peaks, relentlessly pecking and poking against the thick metal ceiling of her armor. Pok, pok.

’My private parts... my pussy is fine, so why... whyyyyyy...?!’

It was even worse than the pussy itch. In that case, she could have just pulled down her black leggings and touched herself.

But now, a thick barrier of metal blocked her hands, preventing her from scratching her desperate, itching nipples.

It wasn’t that her nipples hadn’t been stimulated yesterday. But back then, the overwhelming pleasure and stimulation from her pussy had masked it.

However, while her throbbing pussy had calmed down somewhat—perhaps due to the aftereffects of Rafe’s cock—her breasts were only just beginning to be broken in. They were just starting their development, making this the most sensitive period.

’No... Because of my tits... my pussy... my pussy is reacting again...! It’s waking up...!’

Her clitoris, maintaining a state of constant erection, swelled so tight it felt like it might snap the Mithril piercing that penetrated it.

Her pussy, which had tasted the male so many times, began to twitch its lips and drool, welcoming the return of her body’s heat.

Squelch—

’T-There’s so muuuuch...?!’

She had barely touched it, yet her love juices poured out as if someone had dumped a bucket of water. The thick scent of a female in heat began to fill the air once more.

She knew exactly how to solve this. Take off the armor and comfort herself. Torment her own nipples and stuff her fingers deep into her pussy, plowing herself until the symptoms subsided.

But she couldn’t take it off.

No matter the situation, the moment she removed it with her own hands, it would be an admission that she had succumbed to the itch and thrown away her pride.

She needed a justification. A pretext.

And as if heaven had heard Eleonora’s desperate wish, Clank, the door to the pigsty opened, and a familiar voice drifted in.

"Is it itchy again? I knew this would happen. That’s why I told you to take everything off."

’’..?!’’

’I knew it. I knew it would come to this.’

’’...’’

Did he predict this exact situation? Eleonora glared silently at Rafe, who, as always, was placing her feed just outside the bars of her cage.

"What did you do to me this time...?"

"What do you mean ’what’? I told you during the day. You should have just stayed naked."

That look of pity! That gaze that seemed to say, ’This only happened because you rejected my kindness.’ It was infuriating.

Anyone could see he was just disappointed he couldn’t strip her stark naked earlier.

Even though it was obvious he was just annoyed that his perverted desires were thwarted, the way he looked at her—as if she were the unreasonable one for refusing his ’kindness’—made anger surge from the depths of her gut. But Eleonora suppressed it, letting out a deep, heavy sigh.

"So, just for that, you...!"

"Sigh, suit yourself. I made myself clear, didn’t I? Here, your ’feed’."

Grrrrlg!

As soon as Rafe finished speaking, her stomach let out a loud, pathetic roar. It was a signal of hunger she was becoming shamefully accustomed to.

Along with the hunger, a throbbing discomfort radiated from her massive breasts. Groaning low in her throat, she staggered toward him—toward her food bowl.

She wanted to scream at him right now. But getting angry here wouldn’t change anything. It would only give this man another excuse to humiliate and violate her.

In that case, she would simply show him what he wanted—her eating this ’feed’ right in front of him. If she satisfied him roughly, perhaps he would leave, and she could be rid of his wretched face.

Shoving her face into a trough and eating like a cow or a pig (at the word ’pig,’ Eleonora’s head involuntarily turned toward the actual sows in the adjacent pen)... Eating like livestock was a humiliation she could barely endure.

But still, it was far better than fingering her own pussy and pleasuring herself in front of him.

’I’ll just pretend to eat until he’s satisfied. Once I’m just acting, then I can go back to...!’

She would comfort her lonely pussy by herself.

It was distressing that she was getting used to the act of comforting herself, but she refused to give him the satisfaction of seeing her being tamed.

’No... rather than doing it alone, what if I showed the pigs in the next pen how I comfort my pussy? They can’t get erections, but if I deliberately let out loud, lewd moans and show them my fingers squelching inside my wet slit... they would surely squeal and go wild with frustration...’