Impregnating Every SSS-Rank Knight and Queen Into Submissive Sows! Chapter 69 Lying Comes as Naturally as Breathing

After confirming that Eleonora had greedily gulped down every last drop of the thick white fluid without leaving a single trace, I imdiately began my patrol of the pigsties.

The first order of business was the basics: checking if the livestock had finished their feed and ensuring the automated distribution systems weren’t malfunctioning.

As a farr raising livestock for fattening, checking whether the pigs ate well is the most fundantal of fundantals. I could gloss over that, but...

The feed distributors.

Whatever else happened, checking these machines for faults was absolutely critical. Why? Because if one of these damn things broke, I’d have to drag a handcart around to every single pen and shovel feed manually until it was fixed!

Training Eleonora during my work hours was already grueling enough. The thought of dragging a cart around to shovel slop into every trough on top of that? Just imagining it was terrible.

Anyway, while patrolling for feed issues, another thing I had to check ticulously was whether any pigs had died or fallen ill during the night.

[Hmm... True. If they get sick or die, identifying the disease and determining if it’s contagious is more important than anything else!]

In history books, you often see passages about plagues spreading after the rainy season. "An epidemic is spreading, and the morale of the soldiers is plumting day by day," or "Soldiers are collapsing from the plague; we cannot possibly go into battle."

Ideally, when a contagious disease breaks out, you isolate the infected! But ancient people didn’t have vaccines.

And more importantly, in an army—where many people are packed into tight, confined spaces—once a plague starts, it spreads to everyone in an instant.

It is the sa for livestock.

It might not be as dense as chickens in a poultry farm laying eggs, but the pigsty was a crowded space where hundreds of pigs lived tangled together in their own filth. A contagious disease could be fatal, potentially leading to a mass cull.

Furthermore, if it only destroyed my farm, that would be one thing. But if it spread and damaged other farms? That would be a disaster.

That is why I check everything one by one.

[Ehhh... But even if you check so carefully, you’re just selling them to the ’Other World’ anyway, so you don’t need to go this far... Just half-ass it...]

"Hey! Watch your mouth! Just because my job involves... unconventional livestock now, and I can’t exactly tell people what I do proudly, you think I should slack off?"

[Hiiiek!]

To the outside world, this place might look like just another common rural pig farm. But this building was built by my grandfather for my father. In a sense, it is the legacy my grandfather left behind.

From Grandfather to Father, and from Father to ... How dare she tell to half-ass the work on this land!

There is a limit to how much you can look down on my work!

[I-I’m sorry! I was wrong!]

Sensing that I was genuinely offended and on the verge of exploding with anger, the SD Character turned pale. She imdiately stripped off her clothes right there and threw herself flat on the ground.

To show that she was sincerely apologizing, she abandoned her small SD form and transford into her full, realistic appearance—a winged woman—prostrating herself before .

Is this what the experts call a Naked Dogeza?

"I’ll let it slide this ti, seeing the sincerity of your apology. But if you spout that nonsense again..."

[Y-Yes, yeees...! I’m sorry...!]

Of course, I had cut off many of the connections my father had passed down, so I had no room to talk. But if I were to make an excuse, it was a sacrifice for the greater good.

It was a precaution to prevent innocent third parties from getting swept up in the absurdity of this place, and a price paid to protect this land.

"But even that won’t matter if I don’t break that Sow properly."

I don’t know the reason, but if I don’t ta Eleonora, this land will burn. I don’t know exactly how or why such a thing would happen, but currently, the only thod and clue to protecting this place is the task of breaking that female knight.

It might look like I’m just going there to swing my cock around every day, but strictly speaking, this is necessary work to protect the farm.

"You stay like that all day. It’s your punishnt. Don’t you dare stand up or put on clothes."

[Y-Yes, yeees...♥ I’ll stay prostrate and naked just like this! I’ll stay this way until your anger fades, Master Breeder!]

Oh?

I only said it out of spite because she was being cheeky, but the way her body twitched was quite the spectacle. She even shook her ass cute and enticingly, as if trying to soothe my anger. Indeed, the effect was outstanding.

"I’ll be watching you constantly. Understand?"

[Yaaas! Rain or snow, I will keep prostrating naked like this!]

To let the pink-haired goddess—who was currently burying her head into the floor in the nude—know that I really was watching, I detached the system window broadcasting her live feed and placed it in the corner of my vision. Then, I imdiately headed toward the pigsty where Eleonora was kept.

[A-Aahh...! Is this the commonly known ’Neglect Play’?! As expected, are you trying to make into the Master Breeder’s faithful sow too...?]

Seeing her start to tremble and spiral into her own lewd delusions inside the fra marked "LIVE," I pressed the mute button in the corner of the window as if to shut her up, and opened the door to the pigsty.

"..."

I don’t know what she was thinking, staring out the window, but the mont I entered, Eleonora’s expression rotted instantly. Well, that was to be expected. She was wearing clothes now.

Before I went on patrol earlier, she had been basking in the afterglow of a full stomach, her tension high. Now, looking at her displeasure, it seed her mood had hit rock bottom.

"When did you bundle up in all those layers?"

"...Then do you expect to stay naked?"

"Obviously! How dare a sow try to wear clothes!"

"Hmph..."

Eleonora scoffed at my playful shouting. It was a snort that said my words were absurd, completely out of the question. But the fact that she didn’t scream in rage like before was a massive improvent.

"Fine. What filthy act have you co to commit upon today?"

"Filthy act? How many tis do I have to tell you it’s a dical procedure?"

As if asking if I was playing dumb, Eleonora slowly turned around, presenting her ass—which was still plugged tight with the anal plug—towards .

The silhouette of the flared base jutting out against her black leggings made it look almost like a tail.

"Ahem. Anyway, judging by your expression, it seems the itching on your body hasn’t subsided yet..."

Eleonora’s face crumpled again.

"So, are you here to ream my asshole again? or use that excuse to ravage my pussy? If you’re going to do it, be quick about it. I wish to finish and enjoy the fresh air."

Because of the Cage Rule that prevents escape, she couldn’t actually leave through the window, but leaning her body against the sill was possible.

As if daring to do my worst, Eleonora continued to present only her ass to , soaking in the sunlight and fresh air.

"As I said before, I’m not a doctor. I told you I’m rely exploring the possibilities regarding the itching on your body and applying simple treatnts, didn’t I?"

"..."

How could she forget? It wasn’t just anything; it resulted in anal beads and now an anal plug being stuffed into her ass-pussy, steadily stretching and developing her rectum.

She still wasn’t looking at , but Eleonora was blushing slightly and trembling.

"Rejoice! After looking through various materials for your sake, I have found a likely culprit!"

"...Didn’t you say the worms inside my body were the main cause?"

Her face was full of distrust, wondering what kind of bullshit I was going to spout this ti.

I quietly exited the pigsty area and approached the window where Eleonora stood. As she turned her head, I pulled a crumpled piece of paper from my pocket and unfolded it for her to see.

"...What is this? What is this drawing?"

"Consider it the ’possibility’ I ntioned."

Eleonora stared intently at the picture I showed her, tilting her head as if she couldn’t make heads or tails of it.

"A worm... is it?"

"Correct! This is a mite called Scabies!"

It was ti to spin another web of lies.

"Before I explain what this bug does, strip first. Take everything off. Don’t leave a single thread on your body."

Imdiately, she gave a look of disgust and contempt, as if thinking "I knew it," but Eleonora slowly reached for her armor and began undoing the buckles.

"Listen while you strip. This bug called Scabies is a mite, invisible to the naked eye. You feel itchy during the day, but it gets much worse at night, doesn’t it?"

"..."

Eleonora remained silent but did not deny it. I didn’t let up and continued speaking to her.

"These bugs are nocturnal, you see, so the itching becos more severe when night falls. Furthermore, they love dark, humid places... so they primarily infest the groin and the genitalia."

"Ugh..."

Perhaps the words "genitalia" and "groin" struck a nerve, because Eleonora’s body gave a distinct, lewd twitch.