Impregnating Every SSS-Rank Knight and Queen Into Submissive Sows! Chapter 34 Knightess Spreads Herself Wide Open

"Hmm, despite all your bluster, I guess you’re terrified of having your insides gnawed out by worms after all?"

"Do you take for a coward who fears re insects?!"

Then why did she co here?

When I looked down at Eleonora with a sullen gaze, she glared back at with a face that seed to hold a complicated myriad of grievances. What exactly does she want to do?

"Kuuugh...!"

As I continued to stare at her wordlessly, Eleonora, seemingly pricked by her own conscience, flinched alone before slowly turning her back to .

"Answer clearly! If I do as you say... you can really resolve these troubleso things...?"

"Of course~ You know I might lie to people, but I never lie to a sow."

Strictly speaking, I had already done it secretly a few tis, but as they say, it’s not a cri if you don’t get caught. I just needed to make sure she didn’t catch on.

And if I do get caught? Well... I’d just have to shout, "Damn it, I’m so frustrated!" like a third-rate villain defeated by a hero and look for my next move.

"So, are you going to show your ass or not?"

"...What is the price? There is no way a bastard like you would do this out of goodwill. So speak now. What is the price?"

"The price, huh... Hmmm..."

In the first place, the shaless act I was about to perform under the guise of dical treatnt could be considered the reward itself...

[Of course, the most standard choice is morning wood! Resolving that morning wood!]

"Right... For the ti being, you will obey my words absolutely until I identify this unknown condition and cure it."

"D-Don’t be ridiculous! You clearly intend to— Uhhmmm!— violate my pussy... er, violate ! Did you think I wouldn’t know?! Above all, I would never accept such a transparently filthy demand—"

"It’s obvious you’re going to get fucked anyway, so does playing hard to get make the itching stop? Honor is great and all, but shouldn’t you at least live like a human being first?"

Not that I, the one who locked her in here, had any right to say that.

Anyway, my retort—essentially, ’Since you’re going to get fucked regardless, why not solve the itching while we’re at it?’—was truly designed to provoke irritation.

Hearing this, Eleonora looked at with eyes so full of resentnt that it wouldn’t have been strange if she burst into tears right then and there.

"...Just you wait. Soday, I will repay this humiliation a thousandfold."

"I’ve heard that line too many tis."

"Son of a bitch..."

Oh, hearing "son of a bitch" coming from the mouth of a noble Knightess.

[Hehe, that’s definitely a top-tier reward in this industry!]

But the true reward starts now, doesn’t it?

"Then, before we deal with the itching all over your body, I need to remove the parasites inside you first. So, strip your ass. Lower it enough so I can see your pussy clearly."

"Don’t fuck with ! This is just another ploy to mock , isn’t it?! Just like when you forced to eat pig slop!"

She had accepted the premise, yet Eleonora scread at the mont I tried to start, assuming I was about to violate her. If not for the [Cage Rule] forbidding attacks against , I would have likely been torn into two pieces right now.

"Look at this girl. I told you earlier about the symptom of an itchy anus. Judging by your reaction, I recall seeing similar reactions from you or your relatives before."

"Ugh! I-I have never..."

You have to be smart when you lie.

Did she really think I wouldn’t know the reactions of a sow?

"You seem to think I’m lying, but did you know there are parasites that bore holes through your intestines like Swiss cheese, just like a rat?"

"There is no way such things are in my body..."

Despite her words, her eyes were darting around anxiously, perhaps because she was still a woman at heart. Naturally, she couldn’t be confident. There was no way she could be certain that there were no worms living inside her body.

However, that was rely the surface reason. The real issue was none other than her armor.

"Is it because of the armor? Are you afraid I’ll tell you to take it off?"

"..."

Eleonora gave a slight, hesitant nod, confirming my suspicion.

See, this is why I didn’t plan on using commands or coercion just yet.

"I don’t need you to take off the armor. You just need to bare your ass. I don’t need more, I don’t need less—just pull it down until your pussy is clearly visible."

That way, it’s easier to stick it in.

"..."

As expected, baring her buttocks to was a fate worse than death for her. But perhaps due to the psychological bait I had laid out beforehand, Eleonora began to reach for her leggings more obediently than I had anticipated.

"I’ll kill you. I will definitely kill you. I’ll kill you, and then with that at..."

Although her mouth was spewing harsh words, her silver gauntlets were steadily dragging down her leggings. She must have known. She knew that I was going to violate her again.

But to tell a good lie, you have to mix in so truth. Because of the truth-laced lie I spun about roundworms, she had no other choice. Perhaps she was even convincing herself that this was a dical procedure, just as I had said.

The only problem was that the dical bill would be paid via creampie.

"Stop stalling and pull them down quickly!"

"Don’t touch ! Eeekk?!"

In the end, unable to overco her pride, she dallied, pulling them down half-heartedly until my hands stripped her bare in one go.

Eleonora glared at with dagger-like eyes again, but the mont the leggings were dragged down, the sound of a bell rang out—Jingle!— and her body trembled helplessly.

"Mm, you’ve definitely been broken in well in this regard. You’re already preparing to secrete love juices from your pussy."

"Ee... Eeeeeek...!"

Ignoring Eleonora, who looked like she had a lot to say, I yanked the leggings down below her thighs and snapped a pair of latex gloves onto my hands.

"W-What is that... What are you trying to do to now?!"

"These are gloves originally made for dical purposes, so stop making a fuss and spread them."

"It is you, you bastard?! You’re planning to do sothing strange to my clitoris again, aren’t you?!"

Hiiiiek!

Recalling the mory of having her clitoris forcibly dragged out like a terrified pig, Eleonora tried to flee.

But anticipating this, hadn’t I pulled her leggings down to her thighs? As soon as I grabbed the fabric around the fleeing Eleonora’s pelvis and yanked, she was dragged back, completely helpless.

Her mind probably wanted to kick , but her body and mind were playing separately.

"Let go! I said let go! You put this filthy jewelry on my clitoris, and now what else are you planning to do?!"

"I am planning to do sothing, but not right this second!"

"N-Not right this second?!"

Doesn’t that imply you’re going to do it later?!

[Wow! The Grand Master is completely paralyzed by latex gloves!]

She claims she doesn’t feel fear towards , but the human heart isn’t sothing where you can just toss emotions into the trash can at will. This was the result of conditioning.

If she were a complete pig, she should be trembling every ti she saw , reacting to my every touch. But Eleonora’s current state was filled with anger towards , resistance against the situation, and hope.

The Eleonora of that ti must have known as well.

That I was trying to carve fear into her body.

However, she had desperately burned with resistance, screaming and succeeding in overcoming the fear of the entity known as ’’.

But could that really be called overcoming it? Her mind had certainly won against , but just as victims of violent cris instinctively recall mories when seeing the tools used by the culprit even after their wounds have healed...

Instead of implanting fear of ’’, all the emotions, mories, and terror she felt back then had naturally seeped into these latex gloves I was wearing, becoming a trauma for her.

Cling-clang-cling-clang!

Even now, the evidence was her frantically shaking her ass to avoid the touch of my gloved hands. But this worked out perfectly for .

Snap!

I deliberately pulled the latex glove back to make a loud snapping sound, just like back then.

"If you don’t want to manually inspect every single spot with my fingers, spread them yourself."

"Kuuughhh?!"

Twitch! Twitch!

As soon as I finished speaking, the crack of Eleonora’s pussy squird as if convulsing.

Was it because the bell on her clitoral ring had jingled madly while she struggled a mont ago?

Or perhaps...

"If you don’t like it, I can simply start again..."

"D-Don’t touch ! I... I will spread it! I’ll spread it with my own hands, so don’t touch !"

Kuhhh...!

She felt humiliated even as she spat out the words. If it were any other body part, it might be different, but perhaps the trauma was triggered specifically by these gloves touching the vicinity of her buttocks?

Anyway.

Like a cow swishing its tail to chase away flies, her aty, voluptuous buttocks that had been shaking to avoid my hands suddenly stopped moving.

Soon, slowly, her silver gauntlets began to approach that snow-white skin.

"Just how much more sha and humiliation must you inflict upon to be satisfied...?!"

"Until you submit to ? By then, you’ll be enjoying the sha and humiliation yourself."

"D-Don’t be ridiculoouuuus...!"

Contrary to her words telling not to be ridiculous, Eleonora’s two hands were steadily advancing toward her pussy mound.

It was like watching a robot moving an object—or more accurately, like a broken-down robot trying to pick sothing up. With the tallic clatter of the gauntlets hitting and interlocking with each other...

Squelch, streeeeeetch.

"Oh, my."

"Kuuuugh...!"

Eleonora squeezed her eyes shut tightly as her silver gauntlets pulled her pussy apart. The pink, obscenely beautiful inner flesh, harboring ridiculous lewdness, was fully exposed to the open air.

"If I knew it would look like this, I would have brought so bread."

My mouth is fucking watering.