Something was seriously wrong.
"Why isn't he coming?"
In the dead of night, while the pigs in the next pen slept, while all living things on earth forgot the day's fatigue and took sweet rest, Eleonora's eyes glinted like a wild beast's, wide awake.
"I even prepared myself to be fucked by him, so why?"
At dawn, Eleonora had woken to the gurgling signal from her stomach. She'd stretched lightly, shuddering as the piercings pulled, then quietly opened the window and breathed in the fresh morning air.
Though it was mixed with the smell of pig dung, as he'd said, she'd grown used to it after eating and sleeping here. Savoring the damp morning air, she'd washed slowly, as planned, to lull him into complacency.
She'd almost climaxed several times from the feel of his semen sloshing in her womb, but she couldn't waste energy on idle self-pleasure when she needed to conserve strength.
And more than anything, morning masturbation was best when she could suck his cock and fill her mouth with his morning seed.
Having cleaned the dried semen from her entire body except her cunt, she waited with a pounding heart for him to come to her.
It was almost time.
"Haaah... how will it taste today? He came so much in my cunt yesterday, but morning seed is the finest delicacy. Just thinking about it makes my mouth water...♥"
But 5 minutes passed, then 10, then 30, and still he didn't come. Perhaps, she thought, blushing, he was sleeping in after exhausting himself with her cunt the day before.
But after an hour, there was still no sign of him.
Only then did she realize something was wrong.
Why? Why wasn't he coming? Even when he was late, he was never more than 30 minutes late. So why wasn't he coming?
Had he been so engrossed in their sex that his legs were shaking, like hers had been?
At first, she thought he was foolishly wasting precious time, when he would only have three more days to enjoy her cunt.
But when she realized he hadn't even come near her after well past the usual time, she knew something was wrong.
What? Why? Why isn't he coming to work? Why isn't he coming to hold me?
"When I'm so aroused that even a touch would make me cum, why...?"
Was he sick somewhere? Had he exhausted himself enjoying her cunt, as she'd thought, and...?
"No! That's not possible! Death from sex?! That's ridiculous! He hasn't even enjoyed half of my cunt yet...!"
It couldn't be. He had all those strange devices in his house, things that produced people, things that kept food cold. Surely he knew how to replenish the energy lost from excessive sex.
And more than anything, if he was going to die, it would be by her sword, not her cunt.
'…Ahem.'
She'd even tried to rationalize her craving for sex with him as revenge, thinking she'd squeeze him dry when he came. But he didn't come. Not after an hour, not after two.
"Really... could he be sick? No, that's not it! Why should I care if he's sick or not! I just need revenge! Only revenge!"
But once the thought entered her head, it bothered her.
What if he really was sick? What if he couldn't come because he was sick? What would she do then?
And he was devoted to his pigs. That he hadn't come to check on them filled her with growing unease.
Time passed.
Evening had come, and now in the dead of night, Shin Seon-dong still hadn't come to hold her.
And Eleonora-
"Why? Why isn't he coming? Has my plan been discovered? No. He's not as wary of me as he used to be. He should have shown up with his usual shameless face, whether I was wary or plotting something...?"
She'd been watching for him through the open window since morning, straining her eyes to their limit, hoping to see him.
"He should have been doing the sunning today. Why isn't he coming...? Did something really happen to him...? Where does it hurt? How sick is he...?"
Now certain that his absence meant he was ill, her eyes, which had been waiting for him all day, rippled like a pond touched by a droplet.
Her mind was full of him.
When she breathed, she thought of him. When she lay in the straw, she saw him in the bed where they'd shared warmth and whispered wicked (sweet) things in her ear.
Normally, she would have rationalized it as thoughts of killing him, comforting her lonely cunt, weeping from lack of a cock. But even she knew better. Her closed cunt let her focus entirely on him.
"Could he really have used up all his strength fucking me...?! B-but that's not my fault! I'm the victim! Yesterday, my cunt was so swollen I could barely sleep!"
'Thinking about it, wasn't he the one shaking his hips like a dog? I didn't do anythiiing...?'
Yes. All she'd done was offer her tongue eagerly when he tried to kiss her, drink his saliva, beg for more kisses, wrap her arms and legs around him so he couldn't leave, squeeze his cock with her tamed walls, and demand he cum inside her again and again.
Yes, she was the victim, she thought, shaking her head as if it were ridiculous.
"Did I develop feelings for him?! Don't be ridiculous! He did this to me! He trampled me so cruelly to make me his personal sex slave! Why should I worry about my enemy...?!"
This anxiety, this worry, was also proof of her corruption. What sane woman would lie awake worrying about the man who tamed her, as if she were his worried lover?
This, too, was her weakness, her corruption.
If she couldn't overcome this, she would be his sow forever, unable to wear clothes, dragged around by him, shamed before others, and recorded in history as a lewd whore who couldn't live without his cock.
A once-in-a-century female Grand Master, appearing before the age of thirty, fallen to a sow due to a cock. Future generations would mock her name.
"Ha, haaah...♥"
Imagining others pointing fingers, the shame, and the humiliation made her tremble.
But it was brief. Her eyes regained their focus.
Had her resolve failed?
'...Something's missing. Normally, such a lewd fantasy would be enough to make me cum.'
It was as if something, something big, were missing.
"This won't do. I need to check on him myself. I won't be able to settle this strange feeling until I see with my own eyes whether he's dead or alive."
If she could just see his face, she could steel her resolve, remembering yesterday.
She wasn't angry, she wasn't worried, and she wasn't aroused.
'I need to see him. I want to see him with my own eyes...'
She didn't know in what sense she meant 'want to see him.' But her heart pounding so hard it might burst urged her to go to him. She shook her head violently.
"I-I can't... If I see him, my plan will be ruined. I might kill him... I'll kill him before I can check on my asshole's safety...!"
As if she were afraid of something.
A vague unease that knowing the true nature of this feeling in her chest and mind might propel her across a river she couldn't return from.
But one thing was certain: her knightly instincts screamed that she should not see him.
"Ahem! B-Besides, I can't leave this pen without his permission! Even if I want to see him so badly, I can't—"
Creak-
"Wh-Who...?!"
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