A silence descended upon the room, so heavy it felt unreal.
Rafe never dreamed he would hear a female warrior—a complete stranger he had met less than three minutes ago—declare that she would become his breeding stock.
Urga, too, only realized the gravity of the words she had spat out in a fit of temper after they had left her lips.
[H-how b-bold! Just what I’d expect from a savage barbarian sow!]
Even the SD Character, who had been holding a picket sign reading ’Lewd is Okay!’, slyly covered her face with the sign, overwhelmed by the sheer audacity.
It was completely unexpected.
Both Rafe and the SD Character had assumed she was just here to open a trade route. Who could have imagined that this fierce, predator-like warrior would abruptly volunteer to become his seed receiver?
The Orc Chief, upon hearing the ferocious Urga’s declaration, was deeply moved by Rafe’s prowess, thinking, ’As expected of God! He turned her into his sow in an instant!’
As for Eleonora, she was too busy covering her mouth to stifle her giggling to react properly.
A single sentence had caused a massive ripple effect.
However, the most flustered person among them was undoubtedly Urga herself, who was currently standing with her hands on her hips, staring at Rafe as if nothing was wrong.
’Wh-what did I just say?!’
She had blurted it out in the heat of the moment, but did she really understand the weight of her own words?
True, she had been momentarily distracted by Rafe’s intellectual appearance (at least compared to the brutes of her tribe) and the flash of pure white collarbone peeking through his clothes—a stark contrast to her own black hair and eyes.
But she was still a tribute. A living sacrifice.
To think she would spout whatever aroused nonsense came to her mind in such a critical setting!
This was a disaster of the highest order.
The moment the words left her mouth, she was flooded with terrifying delusions: Would Rafe be offended and strike her down with divine punishment? Would he fly into a rage and declare he would exterminate her entire tribe?
But words once spoken could not be swallowed back.
’F-fine! Even if he is a god, I am Urga! There is no way the proud Grey Wolf would bend her pride just because she fears for her life!’
Since it had come to this, Urga decided to be even more brazen. She puffed out her chest, emphasizing her massive, heaving breasts that were barely contained by the strips of beast hide.
She attempted to dominate the atmosphere of the scene with her beauty and body—assets she was confident would not lose to anyone, anywhere.
[Master Breeder! Look at that! Look! Those are milkers!]
’Quiet. I’m busy swallowing my saliva even without you telling me.’
However, these two—the man and the SD Character chattering in his head—had been living with Eleonora, a literal exhibitionist nymphomaniac. Having mixed flesh with her relentlessly, they quickly regained their composure in the face of Urga’s display.
The only person who seemed to be reacting normally was the Orc Chief, who was still sniffing back tears of emotion.
"What did you just..."
"Did you not hear me?! I said I, this Big Sis, will become your wife!!"
As if to drive the wedge in deeper, Urga shouted shamelessly. However, she couldn’t hide the heat rising in her face, so she deliberately huffed and puffed, pretending her flush was due to anger rather than embarrassment.
Of course, Rafe wasn’t the type to bat an eye at such a bluff.
"I certainly heard that you came to offer a tribute, but..."
"My tribe doesn’t even have enough to eat today, so what tribute could we possibly offer? Why? Are you upset because a woman like me offered to be your wife instead of gold and jewels!?"
Thump-Thump-Thump. Ignoring her heart, which was pounding as if it might explode, Urga continued to babble brazenly to create an atmosphere where he had to accept her.
Internally, she was terrified. ’What if he gets angry? What if he rejects me?’ She glanced at him cautiously.
But contrary to her fears, seeing Rafe wearing a subtle, knowing smile, Urga flinched and shouted defensively.
"A-are you dissatisfied?! Are you saying this Big Sis isn’t fit to be your seed receiver!? If that’s the case...!"
’Should I just force him? Yes, let’s just pin him down and rape him! Even a god wouldn’t punish the mother carrying his cub!!’
Of course, doing so would mean she wouldn’t be able to see that handsome, wolf-cub-like face or that warm smile anymore, but it was for the future of the tribe.
Besides, if she carried his child, she would undeniably become his seed receiver—his wife. Like a wolf eyeing a deer, Urga slowly began to put strength into her legs.
’Even if he isn’t a god, I can just kidnap him and make him impregnate me for the rest of his life! That would increase our tribe’s numbers, and since they’d come from a superior mother’s womb, at the very least...’
He hadn’t even given a proper answer yet, but here she was, entertaining terrifying and gruesome thoughts of reverse-raping Rafe out of sheer insecurity!
However, her thoughts never translated into action.
Jump!
"W-what!"
Instead of answering with words, Rafe, still wearing that bright smile, rose from his throne and began to walk slowly toward Urga.
In her imagination, she had already birthed at least three of his children, but she hadn’t expected him to approach her first. Taking advantage of her confusion, Rafe quickly grabbed her hands.
"Dissatisfied? Not at all. How could I not be happy that such a beautiful Big Sis has come to be my wife!"
"Hueeh?!"
’H-he called me a beautiful Big Sis...! To me, to this Urga... h-how cheekyyyy...!’
[Look at him! That snake-like tongue! We really need to cut it off!]
The atmosphere, which had been flowing at Urga’s pace, instantly shifted to him with just one slick, snake-like comment.
Urga hurriedly tried to execute the plan in her head to regain control, but from the moment her hands were captured, her feet felt as if they had been glued to the floor. They wouldn’t budge.
As the warmth of the man seeped into her hands, making her gaze turn hazy, Rafe suddenly let go.
"Wha— hey... why...!"
"I just feel so sorry. I am truly delighted that Big Sis wants to be my wife, but..."
"...But?"
Gulp. What is this? Why does his tone suddenly reek of rejection?
"Unfortunately, I wish to welcome Big Sis not as a wife, but as a Sow."
"A-a Sow?!"
"Yes. A Sow."
Just as Urga had used the term ’seed receiver’ while maintaining the face of a hero, Rafe used the term ’Sow’ while maintaining the face of a gentleman.
It was a nasty retort, intending to give back exactly what he received, but the difference was that unlike Urga, he felt not a shred of shame in uttering such degrading words.
Rather, it was Urga who felt the embarrassment.
"A-a Sow?! Me? This Urga, known as the Wolf of the Frost, a-a Sow?!"
"I just have a preference for welcoming beautiful women as sows. And considering my abilities..."
Looking at Urga, who didn’t know what to do, Rafe decided to sink his fangs in deeper. He summoned a pig from his farm directly to this spot.
Flaaaaash—!
—Oink?!
"Aaah?!"
Eleonora and the Orc Chief were used to this sight and said nothing, but Urga’s eyes widened as a plump, fleshy pig suddenly materialized in front of her.
"You really were a god?!"
"Setting aside whether I’m a god or not—anyway, because of these circumstances, I want to take Big Sis as my exclusive sow rather than a wife... I suppose that’s a bit much, isn’t it?"
Having frequently raided the kingdom, Urga knew exactly what the word ’Sow’ implied. Among rough barbarian warriors, dirty talk was everyday conversation.
If her thoughts were correct, he wanted to take her not as a wife, but as a sex slave.
Even though she came here as a sacrifice, she had her pride! A princess being a sex slave instead of a wife?!
Upon hearing those words, Urga glared at Rafe, who was smiling brightly in front of her, as if he were being insolent. But then, as if a wicked idea struck her, she giggled quietly to herself and asked.
"That... a sow means that, right? Not a real pig, but bearing your children..."
"Hmm... bearing children... That is correct! A sow, by definition, must give birth to lots and lots of piglets!"
Urga thought about this.
Rafe wants to make her a sow.
Sow is practically a synonym for a sex slave.
But judging by his words, it also means a woman who bears him many children...
’Wait? Then isn’t that practically a wife?’
To become his female, build a family with him for a lifetime, and bear his children.
What difference was there between that and a wife?
"Is there any need to think? Of course, there is a difference, you dim-witted creature."
"Huh?!"
’I’ve heard that voice somewhere before! That unlucky tone that raises my hackles just by hearing it?!’
Urga recalled the image of a platinum-blonde female knight flashing through her mind. She quickly pulled Rafe into her embrace and began to scan the surroundings.
"What’s wrong?"
"It’s dangerous! Dangerous, I tell you! We have to run away from here right now!"
She didn’t know where the voice was coming from, but if it was that bitch she was thinking of—if it was Eleonora—they had to leave this place immediately.
"Is there any need to run? This actually works out well. I was just about to show you what a sow is."
"What nonsense are you talking about! We have to run! If that terrible bitch catches us, god or not, it’s over! I-I’ll make sure you live without ever getting a drop of water on your hands, so we need to go!"
Urga remembered Eleonora, the platinum-blonde knight from her memories who slaughtered her tribesmen like a blood-crazed maniac.
Unfortunately, her weapon was back in the barracks where she had woken up, a short distance away. And even if she had a weapon, she couldn’t win; unarmed, fleeing was the only option.
Just as she was about to drag him out of there—
"If Master wishes to go, it is only right for this sow to follow. However, for a mere sow to attempt to drag Master away... I cannot simply overlook that."
"You showed up! You terrible...?!"
’Wait, what did that bitch just say?’
Master? Sow?
"Heup-haaa~"
"Ah! Where are you going! Come back?!"
Taking advantage of Urga’s momentary distraction, Rafe slipped out of her embrace and walked back toward the throne where Eleonora’s voice had originated. Urga screamed at him frantically.
But in that instant.
Just as he stepped up toward the throne, a flash of platinum blonde appeared from behind it. Without a moment to think, Urga dashed toward the throne to snatch Rafe back.
’Too late!’
Swish. Like a transparent curtain being drawn, a cascade of platinum hair blocked the space between Urga and Rafe, who had just sat down on the throne.
A look of despair washed over Urga’s face, but she soon froze in place, struck by another sense of intense incongruity.
’That woman... No, that, that bitch?!’
"That bitch... just what is she looking like?!"
"Well, is there a problem? Just how dim-witted can you..."
"That’s not it!!"
She wasn’t wearing anything.
The armor that was usually fused to that platinum blonde body like a second skin was nowhere to be seen. A completely naked, snow-white female knight—her nemesis—was kneeling before Rafe.
It was a situation she couldn’t believe, no matter how much she looked.
Was she seeing an illusion?
Since he could create a live pig from nothing, was he showing her a hallucination?
No, perhaps she had suffered so much at Eleonora’s hands that she had developed a neurosis and was mistaking a similar-looking woman for her?
"Eleonora? Can we do what we stopped earlier now?"
"Yes. As you commanded earlier... will you cum inside my throat-cunt?"
No!
That couldn’t be it.
That woman! That bitch! She was her enemy, her nemesis!
She might deceive the eyes of others, but Urga, who had crossed swords with her more than anyone else, knew.
That was no illusion.
She hadn’t seen it wrong.
Currently kneeling naked before Rafe, shaking her ass as thick semen and pussy juices dripped sloppily onto the floor, acting coquettishly...
She was the female knight more terrifying than a plague to the kingdom and the tribesmen alike.
It was Eleonora Croft.
"Th-that bitch... just what the hell is she doing looking like that?!"