After enduring what felt like a year's worth of trials and tribulations (at least in her own mind), Eleonora finally arrived at Shin Seon-dong's house. Contrary to her expectations, it was a modest brick building.
'I was certain he would have a secret lair in a cave somewhere, but this is so... ordinary?'
In the yard sat a strange iron carriage—what he called a "car"—and the ground was paved with polished, albeit dusty, stone. While it wasn't grand enough to make her head spin, Eleonora memorized every detail, from the individual stones to the small vegetable patch, as she focused on her dual mission: seducing the man and gathering intelligence.
'Wait, if he brought me here so easily, does he plan to lure me inside and use some cowardly trick to imprison me again? Is he making this my new pen...?♥'
Even when she was doing nothing, lewd thoughts constantly bubbled up in her mind. They say a healthy mind dwells in a healthy body, but the reverse was proving true for her. She wondered if stepping inside would mean losing herself entirely. Was she being too hasty?
"What are you doing? Aren't you coming in?"
"I... I need a moment to prepare my mind... Don't pull the chain, hng-aaaa-it...!"
Dragged inside by Shin Seon-dong's hand, she found the interior even more surprising. Instead of a demon king's castle, it was a mess. Discarded clothes were strewn about, and the bedding was unmade—the classic lair of a man living alone.
For someone who wielded such strange power, she expected the house to be overflowing with magical artifacts created by tower sages. Instead, it was just... normal.
'This place is just... a...?!'
A normal house. Just one filled with strange furniture. There were luxury items like liquor bottles and the incredibly soft sofa she was currently sitting on, but she couldn't let herself be distracted by trifles.
'My sword must be here somewhere...'
The shed outside was packed with odd tools, but it was too small to hide her 180cm greatsword. That meant it was likely inside the house. No, she felt it instinctively—her sword was here.
'He told me to wait patiently, but...'
As if! She had watched him head back out to prepare the fire for her clothes. Estimating that the damp morning air would buy her some time, Eleonora slipped off the sofa.
'I must search this place quickly while he's busy.'
Where would he hide it? He was bold enough to bring her here, so he must be confident. That sword was not just a weapon; it was a gift from the Queen herself, a symbol of her duty and her very pride. She had to find it.
Jingle-clank—
"Kh... I forgot. That man... he left the chain attached to my clitoris...!"
He had led her like a dog. Every time she panicked as her pussy leaked fluid in response to the bell, he had tugged the chain. If she protested, he rang the bell again. It had been a cycle of humiliation.
"To humiliate me like this...!"
Of course, if someone asked if she had enjoyed peaking every three steps with her nipples hardening in the breeze, she would have no defense.
'That is why I must escape! I've become a lewd female who accepts such shame with joy...!'
Time was running out. If she stayed like this, she would surely swear obedience and become the "breeding sow" he promised—a fallen knight who sacrificed everything for the pleasure of one man's cock.
'I'm even starting to think that wouldn't be a bad life... If I don't get out now and reclaim my shattered self...'
She would lose her humanity and become a beast. This dangerous gamble was her only choice. Even if she failed, she'd just end up as his sow anyway, so she had nothing to lose.
"To think he'd attach a heavy dumbbell to the chain just to keep me from running...!"
As she tried to take a step, a massive weight pulled at her clitoris. Unlike the small weights he had used on the anal beads before, this was a solid hunk of iron. It was wrapped in the chain and dangled between her thighs the moment she stood up.
"You think... you think this will make me give up...?! Hng-aaa-it!"
The weight made it impossible to walk normally. Forced into a pigeon-toed waddle once more, she began to creep through the house.
"Hi-gu-uuut...♥"
'Every time I take a step, the dumbbell swings like a pendulum... my clitoris is... hng-aaaa-it...♥'
Whether she was still a knight determined to escape or just a lewd exhibitionist dripping fluids onto the floor was unclear, but she continued her search. She checked behind cupboards filled with liquor and glass ornaments, behind the sofa, and under his bed.
"Kh... h-huuu-ub...!"
She had already climaxed three times within the living room alone.
"The dumbbell keeps swinging... it feels like my clitoris is going to be torn off...♥"
She could have simply held the weight in her hand to make walking easier, but her lust-addled brain had long since discarded any thought that interfered with her pleasure. She was instinctively behaving like a vulgar sow.
Then, her eyes fell upon Shin Seon-dong's bed. Despite having searched the area, she couldn't stop looking at it.
"...This is where he sleeps, then?"
'I'll just... check one more time, just in case...'
Everything in the house was a novelty, but the bed had captured her attention from the start.
"It doesn't creak like a village inn... it's soft like the sofa, but with a strange elasticity...!"
She pressed down on it with her hands, fascinated by how it pushed back. But the real draw was the scent. A thick, masculine scent permeated the area.
Squish, squelch.
"Hng-uuuu... p-poking my pussy with my fingers... in such a place and time...♥"
Before she knew it, she was lost in a daze of self-pleasure, driven by his scent.
"I can't resist this scent... just smelling it makes my pussy drench itself and beg for something to be thrust inside... like thiiiiii-is!"
Unable to lie down because of the dangling weight, she rested her upper body on the bed and arched her hips high. A clear stream of fluid sprayed from her pussy.
"Ah..."
As the post-orgasm clarity hit, she stared blankly out the window.
"I don't have time for this...!"
She was supposed to be finding her sword, yet she had surrendered to such foul desires. Had her will truly become this weak? But she didn't feel guilty. She couldn't afford to; guilt would only lead to more arousal.
"It couldn't be helped. Yes, this was necessary."
'Wait... no. This is actually a good move to win his favor. If he sees me masturbating to his scent, he'll be convinced I've completely fallen for him.'
Yes, this was all part of the plan. She hadn't lost to her desires; she was just laying another trap for her escape. With her blue eyes regaining their focus through self-justification, she turned toward the wooden door across the room.
"He said that was the kitchen, right?"
A kitchen should only have cooking tools. She doubted her sword was there, but she had to be sure. She waddled toward the door handle.
"...But what if it's not the kitchen?"
What if he lied? What if this was a trap to test whether she would try to escape the moment he left?
"It's possible. He's meticulous enough to hide the truth..."
If she got caught in a scheme here, forget escaping—she'd be a sex slave for life.
"But I can't just stand here!"
"What are you doing, holding the doorknob like that?"
"Hyi-iiiii-it?!"
Eleonora spun around in terror as a familiar hand touched her shoulder. As she whipped her body around, the 10kg dumbbell dangling between her legs swung like a flail toward Shin Seon-dong.
She closed her eyes as the iron weight flew toward him in slow motion. It was over. It was all over before it even began!
"Whoa, watch it! You shouldn't swing that thing around when it's attached to your crotch! You almost hurt me! If I hadn't dodged, that would've definitely cracked a bone!"
"What? What did you just say...?"
Eleonora's eyes snapped open. She looked at him as if trying to verify if she had heard correctly. She had to be sure.
"...More importantly, is your clitoris okay?"
"K-hyi-iiit?!"