It was a sight that, no matter how long she stared, she couldn’t bring herself to believe.
That Eleonora—the cold-blooded female knight who had slaughtered her tribe’s warriors one by one with her massive greatsword without blinking an eye—was currently completely naked, fawning over a man like a cheap whore?!
Urga had often spouted threats like, ’One day, when I defeat Eleonora, I’ll strip her stark naked, drag her to my village, and publicly shame her.’
But the scene unfolding before her eyes—Eleonora displaying her naked flesh and acting coquettish towards Rafe—was so filthy and obscene that it far surpassed Urga’s own delightful delusions.
Eventually, Urga didn’t even have time to feel the rising anger from their old rivalry. Instead, finding the sight too shameful to behold, she shouted at Eleonora, her face flushed red.
"A-Are you not even ashamed?! What the hell is that look supposed to be!!"
’’And that is precisely why you are dim-witted.’’
’’Wh-Whaaat?!’’
’She’s mocking me even in a situation like this?’
Just who was the one deserving of mockery right now!
’T-This bitch, how can she be so confident while buck naked?!’
Urga wanted to snap back at her right then and there, but she couldn’t adjust to Eleonora’s transformed appearance.
Not knowing where to look, she uncharacteristically covered her eyes with both hands.
Of course, peering through the gaps between one’s fingers is a universal rule, so her gaze never actually stopped scanning Eleonora’s pure white, naked body.
Unlike Urga, however, Eleonora seemed annoyed that she couldn’t properly service Rafe because Urga kept talking to her. She shot back sharply.
"Stupid bitch, can’t you tell by looking? I am a sow. A breeding sow who gladly spreads her cunt wide to serve Master."
’’Wh-Whaaaaat?!’’
’What did that bitch just say?!’
"Do you really think it’s appropriate for a sow, who is lower than a human, to wear human clothes? I am simply naked as befits a sow’s station, yet you ask if I am ashamed? I knew you were slow, but I didn’t realize you were this stupid."
’S-Sow... Maaaaster?!’
Just as she thought, she hadn’t misheard earlier.
For a moment, she wondered if seeing Eleonora naked had caused her to hallucinate, but just like the visual wasn’t an illusion, the absurd words spilling from the female knight’s mouth were no auditory hallucination either.
Of course, as soon as Eleonora finished speaking, Rafe quickly added an excuse—’She’s the only one like this! I definitely told her to get dressed!’—but Urga, having just updated the record for the most confusing moment of her life in mere minutes, didn’t hear a word of it.
’Yes. He is the Master who guided this sow—who didn’t even know her own lewd nature and chased after illusions like knightly honor and pride—to the truly righteous path.’
’’Y-You’re making a proud smile while looking like that...?!’’
Rather than arguing, Urga scanned her body as if to verify the truth of those words.
"Indeed. Seeing is believing, so take a good look. Feast your eyes on this sow’s meat-body, which Master has personally broken in and adored.’’
’’W-Wooooow...?’’
That voice. It was the voice of a female knight who felt absolutely no shame, but rather genuine pride in her current state. No, since she called herself a sow, should she be called a Sow Knight?
"Master."
"Yeah. Show her clearly, then come back."
"Yes...♥"
As soon as the command fell, Eleonora sprang up. Urga reflexively flinched. Having suffered defeat at her hands so many times, she thought Eleonora might attack her.
But despite standing up abruptly, Eleonora slowly turned her body toward Urga. Then, she assumed the pose she was most confident in—the Female Submission Pose—exposing her breasts and pussy vividly toward her one-time rival.
"Hey! Wait a minute! There’s an Orc over there! There’s an Orc watching, and yet—"
"Do not worry about the Orc. In the first place, I am a masochistic pervert who enjoys showing off to others, so I actually prefer having an audience."
Schlurp.
Whether it was the reaction of the Boss Orc in the corner of the tent, who seemed used to this, or Eleonora licking her lips while looking back and forth between the Orc and Rafe...
In this strange atmosphere where the person worrying seemed to be the only fool, Eleonora spread her twitching pussy open for Urga and spoke.
"Now, before looking anywhere else, look at this pussy first. Look at this cunt, dripping with the thick cum that Master injected while doting on me this morning...♥"
"Huh? W-Wooooow...!’’
When she shook her ass earlier, Urga had wondered what was dripping down, but to think it was actually semen?
’There’s so much of it?!’
It was thick, viscous, and plentiful. If that much were injected into her own pussy, into her womb, she would undoubtedly conceive that man’s child.
There was no mistake. Semen from a potent male strong enough to make her womb tremble just by looking at it—he was indeed the male she had marked as her own.
Seeing Urga gulp down saliva unconsciously, Eleonora gave a lewd, understanding smile. To fluster her nemesis even further, she indicated that the pussy wasn’t the only thing to see.
She displayed the piercing penetrating her clitoris.
Urga, who had been distracted by the pussy and semen, finally noticed it. She stared cautiously at the pearl on her bean and the chain leading from it to the rings on her nipples.
"D-Doesn’t that hurt?’’
"Master attached them himself. Far from hurting, these rings make me feel good and keep me constantly aroused. Whenever Master holds me and tugs on this chain with his finger... Haaahn...♥"
’’Uh-Uhhhhh?!’’
’What the hell is wrong with her! Why is her p-pussy suddenly tightening like crazy?!’
It was already a spectacle to see a pussy twitching on its own without being touched, but now it was contracting by itself and even squirting fluids.
Urga felt like she would faint from the dizziness of witnessing such a scene, her face burning hot. But when she looked around, no one else blinked an eye.
’’What? I told you to show her, so why are you cumming?"
"I-I apologize... The thought of showing my pussy was just so arousing that I couldn’t help it...♥"
’’To, day, al, so, good, show!’’
Listening to the conversation, it seemed this wasn’t the first or second time this shit had happened.
Although she was the female knight who had slaughtered the tribe’s warriors, Urga didn’t particularly hold a deep grudge over that. Being barbarians who worshipped the survival of the fittest, strength was truth.
They fell because they were weak, and she survived because she was strong. It was only natural for the strong to take everything.
Of course, the vow of revenge was Urga’s personal grudge—revenge for the purely personal hatred towards Eleonora, who always beat the crap out of her with an indifferent face.
But regardless of that, Urga had unknowingly acknowledged Eleonora.
That bitch is the true rival I could spend my entire life challenging.
Naturally, after the tribe’s situation worsened and she came here to offer herself to the ’God’, she assumed revenge was off the table.
But not only had Eleonora appeared here out of nowhere, but that strong female had also become the sex slave of a male.
Seeing her transformed into a lewd female in heat, showing off her pussy... how could she not be confused?
Her acknowledged rival was reeking of a slutty female scent, showing off a pussy stuffed with a male’s semen, and smiling lewdly at her.
However, thanks to this, she realized one clear fact.
Eleonora was the sex slave of Rafe, the male Urga herself had marked.
That meant if she became his sow—his wife—even if she couldn’t surpass Eleonora in martial might, she could use her status to exact revenge...!
"Big Sis."
’’Huh? W-Why, my Darling?’’
’’Darling?! Such impudence... Urhk?!’’
How dare she say ’Darling’ when she came here to be a broodmare! Eleonora huffed, looking ready to punish that wicked mouth immediately, but she was forced to her knees by a little kick from Rafe to her buttocks.
Thud.
"I forgot to tell you something earlier, didn’t I? The difference between a Wife and a Sow.’’
’’Right! I forgot... Ahem.’’
It had been so shocking that she had forgotten.
She wanted to bear the child of that man she fell for at first sight.
That point remained unchanged.
She wanted to become his wife right now, but since he said he wouldn’t accept her unless she was a sow, shouldn’t she learn the difference first?
But before that, Urga pointed at Eleonora, whose stiffly erect clitoris was still twitching in that obscene pose, and shouted.
’’J-Just for the record, I’m not a pervert like that!’’
"I know."
’’Hmph! You say you want to be Master’s female, yet you dislike being a sow? What a contradiction.’’
’’Shut up, you!’’
Just as Urga had said, she was a body that wanted to be his broodmare, his wife. Although she was essentially a living sacrifice, the situation had changed, and she truly wanted to be his breeding vessel now.
Whether for the sake of the tribe or simply to stay by his side, she needed to realize the difference and adapt, whether she liked it or not.
Because if you don’t adapt to a new environment, you are culled.
That was the way she had lived.
"Do you really want to know the difference?"
When Urga gave a small nod, Rafe gestured to Eleonora, who was still spreading her legs in that same pose.
’’Sorry to say this again and again, but...’_
"Fufu.., Master. Do you apologize to a toilet just because you stop pissing halfway through?"
’’Huh?’’
What are they trying to do now?
Seeing Eleonora spin around and kneel before Rafe again, Urga silently gulped.
Gulp.
Judging by their conversation, it was clear the two of them were about to do something right in front of her.
Although she didn’t know exactly what that something was, Urga’s instincts whispered to her.
Run away now. Or you’ll be eaten alive.
But that vague anxiety was momentary. Urga glared with eyes wide like a fierce wolf, shouting at her weak self.
’Don’t be ridiculous! I will endure it! For the fate of our tribe! And for this Urga’s personal wish to marry that handsome exotic male!’
There was no choice from the beginning.
From the moment she came here, from the moment her eyes met Rafe’s, retreat was never an option.
This was a test fate had bestowed upon her.
A test to ask if she was suitable to be that male’s female, if she could become his broodmare and bear his children.
Urga stopped her legs from retreating, crossed her arms over her massive tits, and let out a hearty laugh as if to say, ’Do your worst.’
Rafe stared at Urga, seemingly surprised by her reaction, then turned to Eleonora, who was craving something.
"I’ve changed my mind. I need to dump my load inside your pussy today after all."
"Yes. Master’s toilet is already prepared... wherever you wish to use it...♥"
’P-Pussy? Toilet?’
Schlurp. Seeing Eleonora lick her lips stickily while smacking them with appetite, Urga felt her own pussy twitch, causing her body to tremble involuntarily.