"Speaking of which, it's softer than I expected. I felt it earlier when I slapped her buttocks too, but I was so full of other thoughts that I thought I might have been mistaken."
"Where are you… sitting! Get off…!"
The muscles bulging on her forearms, capable of wielding a greatsword like chopsticks, and the sturdy thighs—evident even through the black leggings covering her ample, childbearing-hip-ready buttocks—hinted at the effort required to reach such a pinnacle despite being under thirty (though it's a bit odd for me, younger than her, to say this).
Contrary to my worry that this physique might be as hard as it looked, the softness and coziness I felt with my buttocks, as if sitting on a high-end sofa, seemed to rebuke me, saying it wasn't just about appearances.
"Speaking of which, what a classic outfit for a violated female knight."
"Grrrr…!"
Leather gauntlets wrapped around her shoulders for wielding the greatsword, and the chest armor, perhaps to allow free twisting of the waist, leaving her abdomen completely exposed.
Though wielding a greatsword—the epitome of high-risk, high-return, guaranteeing destructive power at the cost of mobility and agility—she willingly sacrificed defense for her abdomen.
Given the weight and size capable of generating winds rivaling a giant fan with just a swing, it was natural for the resulting openings to be exploited.
Indeed, on her abdomen, marked by distinct abs, remained several old slash scars. Scars that looked at least a few years old, if not more.
"After reaching the pinnacle, she likely had no more rivals, and thus, those capable of wounding her body disappeared as well."
181cm—tall for a female, but to reach the ranks of the strongest with a female body, wielding a greatsword, before even turning thirty—she was nothing short of a prodigious genius.
Yet, how did such a knight end up as a sow, pinned helplessly beneath my buttocks?
"I tried to resolve things through conversation, but since you bared your teeth at me first, I've cast aside any semblance of conscience and am brimming with the desire to train you thoroughly."
"Why, why won't my body… rise…?!"
Screech! Screeeech!!
The silver gauntlet on her hand scraped the floor in rage, as if voicing its owner's frustration, but no matter how hard she tried, there was nothing she could do.
"I told you, it's not that I'm strong, but that you're weak."
"You… you…! If not for these cowardly tricks, you'd be like the bandits, mountain thieves, or slave hunters I slew just yesterday…!"
Eleonora, sweating profusely all over, ground her teeth as if seething with fury. But why? Suddenly, my previously dormant dick began to swell fiercely, bulging as if ready to burst out any moment.
"What… is that…! Hmph, as I saw earlier, are you, in your male pride, getting aroused by this muscle-packed body…!"
What's this? Why did my dick suddenly get erect?
I've seen the trope of a knight captured by the enemy in comics and games, but seeing one in reality, destined to be trained as a sow?
I'll solve that mystery later.
I continued sitting on Eleonora's body, examining every nook and cranny.
'She said she left on a journey seeking new horizons… but judging by this shabby cloak, it wasn't just travel. The cloak, full of holes, cuts, and tears, frayed beyond repair, is proof she kept fighting.'
Both she and I, having glimpsed her status window, know she has no match. Then why?
Lowlifes like the mountain bandits, thieves, and slave hunters she just mentioned.
I get that she has a strong sense of justice, but...
Was it necessary?
"You said you cut down bandit gangs?"
"That's right! In my heart, I'd like to send you to join those whose heads I severed with my own hands, but…!"
Screech, creak… creak…
'Is that even possible…?'
Setting aside the doubts in my mind for now, I first examined the knight's attire in detail. Aside from the armor attached to her pelvis, I stroked the black leggings that left her front and back utterly defenseless.
"Eek…! Remove that filthy hand at once!"
"For wielding a greatsword, I suppose? You're wearing iron boots from feet to shins to support your body with legs spread, but having no defense here and there, on your buttocks and pussy, does that make sense?"
"P-pussy…?! How dare you insult me with such vulgar language…?!"
Even her pelvis only has minimal armor for defense, something even I could knock off with a flick of my hand.
[So what are you going to do! Obviously, you're going to violate her! Ravage her completely so she can't live without your dick…!]
"That's the natural course, but doing just that won't corrupt this knight."
"Filthy bastard… Without such mean tricks, you couldn't even hold a woman…"
"Why are you calling yourself a woman? You're a sow. Does a pig still think it's human?"
"Grrk…?!"
How frustrating it must be to want to kill me right now for constantly insulting her, yet her body won't obey. Of course, I wouldn't know.
"Do you know what they do when a pig is born?"
"…"
Eleonora didn't answer. Perhaps knowing I'd use any reply to insult her, she tightly shut her mouth, but at a glance, she seemed to be pondering how to inflict a humiliating insult upon me.
"When a pig is born, first, they trim its teeth."
"…Trim its teeth?"
Eleonora muttered as if she couldn't imagine it.
Indeed, looking at murals or paintings of pig farmers from medieval times, the pigs they raised had tusks like today's wild boars, not much different from wild pigs.
Seeing Eleonora scanning the pigs around us now, it was probably the same for her world too.
"It's to prevent them from biting. When these things get stressed, they bite off the tails of others nearby—if they're going to be stressed, they make sure others are stressed too. Also, when suckling from their mother as piglets, their sharp canines can injure the mother. But ultimately, they're just products, and products shouldn't be damaged, right?"
"…"
Eleonora remained silent, perhaps not understanding what I was talking about but deciding to observe the situation for now.
"Next, they dock their tails. As I just said, stressed ones mostly bite tails, so I'm not sure if this tail essentially incites trouble, but either way, if a tail gets bitten, the bitten one will seek revenge on the biter, so it's about cutting it off at the source."
Unbeknownst, the pigs stared blankly, and Eleonora looked at them.
"You're not saying it's cruel or anything?"
"Livestock are beasts raised to be eaten by humans. What use is having pity or sympathy for them?"
"Still, want to feel a bit of kinship? You're a sow too, even if your appearance is different."
"Who's a sow?!"
Since all she could do was shout at me, Eleonora seemed to show, however resentfully, that she wouldn't be broken, even like this.
"As for what they do after that… I'll show you directly on your body later."
"Hmph, I can see what you're thinking even without looking. You plan to violate me with that utterly despicable thing, don't you?"
"There's a proper word—dick—so I'd appreciate a correction later, but anyway, Originally, I intended to give you time to adapt here, but your insolence changed the plan. Today, we'll have a session to properly, thoroughly teach you what your situation is."
After speaking, I took out the toolbox near the pen. A message window appeared above it.
[Sow Training Toolbox]
So, this pen and everything on the farm property has changed too?
Opening the box and taking out a wrench, Eleonora stared intently at the strange tool she'd never seen before in my hand.
"Hmph, torture me to break my spirit? Do you think a knight of the kingdom would submit to torture like yours? We'd rather die!"
Huh? What's this…?
There was a persistent, strange sense of incongruity, but it wasn't important right now.
I held up the suspiciously shiny wrench and said,
"You seem to have roughly guessed what this is? But to correct you a bit, what you're thinking of is pliers for pulling out nails or teeth. This is a wrench, so to speak."
"Wre…nch?"
"I don't know the dictionary definition or anything, but anyway, the reason this is in a pig pen—"
But before I could finish, Eleonora, her face flushed red again, started shouting once more.
"You plan to trim my teeth…! Already using that tool to break my spirit!"
Creak… creak…
"Hmm… I'm not going to use it on you. Well, I am, but it's not for you, so to speak…"
"What are you talking about? Not for me?"
She had a torture tool right in front of her but wasn't going to torture her? Curious despite everything, Eleonora tilted her head. Then, as I reached for her greatsword, her face, which had been crimson, turned pale with horror.
"I told you earlier, right? They trim a pig's teeth. To be precise, they trim the tusks, but anyway, saying 'trim the teeth' isn't wrong."
"What are you doing?! Stop! I said stop!"
Seeming to realize what I was about to do from the way I took hold of her greatsword and examined it, Eleonora shouted, but there was no mercy in my hands.
"Can't you hear me? I'll forgive you for daring to lay hands on my sword! If you remove your hands now, I'll change it from beheading to hanging! Can't, can't you hear me?!!"
The sight of Eleonora scrambling on all fours to protect her sword from me was truly spectacular.
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Chapter – Building Hierarchy
Typically, a sword serves as a weapon and simultaneously as a shield protecting its wielder from enemies. As the saying goes, the best defense is a good offense, so to protect one's own body, it is a tool to eliminate the danger posed by enemies.
It's just a tool.
That's all.
"Am I seeing this right now…?"
[Yes, even now, I can see this sow covering her own sword with her body to protect it from the Keeper. But looking at that ass, my mouth is watering—]
My mood was good, but because of this guy, I felt a stomach cramp coming on.
The SD character jumped up from the message window as I grumbled, looking very angry. But now wasn't the time to go along with this guy's antics.
Right now was a crucial time to establish a hierarchical relationship between this sow and me. I couldn't just fool around and let the opportunity slip.
Most importantly, if I didn't make this sow mine, the farm could burn down, and my system might set it on fire if I failed.
'Come to think of it, it's been a while since I've seen this female knight, and I'm already thinking about training her and such… I must be abnormal too…'
I don't know if it's because I've started looking at this female pig once through the eyes of a pig farmer, but even though I was mentally simulating every single thing that came to mind, I didn't feel the slightest bit guilty.
'It's not just about breaking hearts. For some reason, this message window seemed to hope I would sexually subjugate this sow.'
[Secret of the Sow ♥]
Pussy Status: Virgin!
Asshole Status: Virgin!
Mouth Pussy Status: Virgin!
Udder Status: Also a Virgin!
Pussy Evaluation: A 28-year-old hymen waiting for your dick!
Asshole Evaluation: A promising pussy that expects to be played with pretty hard!
Mouth Pussy Evaluation: It's an asshole! The next promising pussy is this body!
Udder Evaluation: Grand Master Mamma Tong
OVERALL: Walking pornography! A sow worthy of becoming your sow driver! A virgin who doesn't know a single man even after reaching the level of Grand Master! Some rumors say she's actually weaved her own pussy with spider silk, but check for yourself!
Training Hint!: She looks so strong you might think your finger would get cut off if you inserted it into her pussy, but really…?
Otherwise, there couldn't be such a crazy status window.
[Oh! Then, did the Keeper want a big and ferocious boar, not that sow?! I, I never imagined you'd awaken to such a taste without me realizing… Well, then it's difficult…?!]
Hey! Who are you making this about?!
Anyway, back to the topic. To establish a clear superior-subordinate relationship between this sow and me, I had to make her feel the obvious difference in power and position.
To do that, as mentioned before, I needed to let the pig know that 'this human is a being you cannot disobey.' However, this sow, despite her earlier cowardly move, didn't want to acknowledge me as her master.
That's natural.
Just looking at her stats makes your jaw drop, but how many people would understand if the pig farmer, who presumably kidnapped her, suddenly said, "You become my sow!"?
Even if you're not a famous knight like this sow, if you grabbed a random passerby and said, 'You become my slave!', what kind of person would answer 'yes, understood'?
That's normal.
Even I knew that from the start, which is why I tried to resolve it through conversation. But the result was that mithril chain now lying in pieces on the floor.
If talking doesn't work from the beginning, isn't there only one way left?
"Hand it over quickly."
"I will never let go! Go ahead and torture me! Insult me or do whatever you want. But why my sword?!"
"I told you, pigs have their teeth clipped when they're born."
"Wh-what, birth…?!"
Eleonora alternated looking at me and her sword as if she didn't understand my words. But immediately, as if she grasped my meaning, a reddish glow began to shine again on her pale face.
"You, you intend to tame me by taking my sword…?!"
"To be precise, to clip the teeth of a sow like you. Now, shall we proceed?"
"How dare you, how dare you treat Eleonora Croft, former Royal Knight Commander of the Isis Kingdom, as a sow?!"
What can I say, it seems she was so into swords that she reached that level by age 28?
"I've been treating you like that for a while now, did you just realize? Don't tell me you thought I was just calling you a sow to demoralize you? Did you think I threw you into the pigpen like this just for that? With all this trouble?"
Hah! Hah! Hah!
Eleonora's face flushed red again as she began to take ragged breaths. Is she trying to stand up, or is she just furious?
Gently pulling the sword away from Eleonora's body, she slid down the sword as if on a slide.
"What?!"
She realized her sword had been taken before she knew it, but it was already too late. Seeing me instantly pull the sword out of the cage, Eleonora could do nothing but press her face against the cage bars.
"Give it back! I won't even say not to touch my sword, my sword! I'll do anything! Give me back my sword…!"
"Oh, anything?"
Hey, that changes things!
I brought over a nearby chair, sat down, propped up the greatsword as tall as me, and spoke with the most sinister smile I could muster.
"Then, if I told you to grunt like a pig right here, could you do it?"
"Wh-what?!"
"Since a while ago, you haven't seemed to understand your situation, so I wanted to tell you directly. You only realize you're a sow when a grunt comes out of your own mouth."
"How dare you, how dare you treat me like an animal and demand I cry like a beast?! Such disgrace, such shame, I—?!"
Eleonora was about to scream as if she wasn't ready, but then shut her mouth tightly at the sight of the wrench flashing against the blade of her greatsword.
"See? This wrench is prepared to clip the teeth of a pig like you."
"Ugh, don't be ridiculous… With that small tool, there's no way the sword that's been with me my whole life will get a scratch."
"Really? Even after coming here, do I look like a braggart who just talks big?"
"You despicable… You, you vile bastard…!"
Knowing all she could do was hurl insults at me, an endless fighting spirit still burned in her eyes directed at me.
'Seeing how obsessed she is with the sword, it must have been a gift from the royal family, right?'
No matter how talented, in the end, a knight—a knight who finds pride and life's purpose in loyalty to their lord—must have been bestowed this sword by the kingdom.
'I can't touch this right now.'
[Why?]
'No matter how harsh I am right now driving this sow, I'm a 𝚙̶𝚘̶𝚔̶𝚎̶𝚖̶𝚘̶𝚗̶ ̶𝚝̶𝚛̶𝚊̶𝚒̶𝚗̶𝚎̶𝚛̶ hard-working pig farmer now. If I push too hard from the very start, she'll break.'
We already set the rule [Sows do not commit suicide] as our rule, so she won't die. But if I destroy this sword, which holds all the glory, pride, and life of this sow as a female knight, I may never be able to corrupt this sow.
That means she might come after me and try to kill me.
She's the one who broke the mithril chain binding her body with her own willpower. What more could she do?
She shouldn't be underestimated.
But at the same time, she shouldn't look down on me.
"I've changed my mind. Instead of not destroying the sword, you'll have to pay the corresponding price."
"What nonsense are you trying to say now…?"
"It's simple. I'm not asking for anything that difficult. Clearly, judging by your reaction, it's safe to say this cherished sword is your lifelong path and companion. I am now holding the leash to such a valuable item."
"…"
I'm not sure if that's silence of affirmation, but it's probably correct given how she avoids meeting my gaze.
"Take off all your clothes right here and say, in the most obscene way you can think of, 'I, Eleonora Croft, am a lewd sow that serves you and your cock.'"
"Wh-what?!"
Are you going to discard your pride as a human, or your pride as a knight?
Which will you choose?
[Keeper, do you know what a real pervert is now?]
…Honestly, I do.