[Wake up! I said wake up! It's morning! Morning!]
"Agh, dammit! I was having such a good dream!?"
I was right in the middle of a dream-worthy dream, spending a night in Las Vegas with a stunning, curvaceous beauty! I was just at the critical moment, debating the eternal question of 'to thrust or not to thrust' with my rod standing at full attention—
When suddenly, this SD character popped up in front of me, forcing me awake before I could cross the final line. It always happens like that; just when I'm about to close the deal, I snap back to reality.
[Why are you mourning a half-finished dream when you have females right within arm's reach whose pussies are practically throbbing for you!]
"...Females?"
Why the plural? I gave the SD character a sidelong glance. She started twisting her body awkwardly before jumping up and frantically waving a message window in front of my face.
[N-not me! I'm not mentally prepared yet!]
In her panic, she held up a sign she'd messed with before that read 'Lewdness is X-rated!', then realized that wasn't right and started frantically slapping the cheeks of a purple-haired doll with wing-shaped decorations.
[Eek! Anyway, forget it! Forget I said anything! If you don't forget, I'll make you look like this doll!]
It was her own little way of threatening me to stay quiet unless I wanted to end up like that beaten-up doll... but in her SD form, she just looked adorable. Like a Pomeranian that thinks it's terrifying the world when it growls. Well, for a Pomeranian, it's a leftover instinct from its large-breed ancestors; for this SD character, it was just pure embarrassment.
By the time I'd finished washing up and was picking at my breakfast, the familiar blue screen appeared. A message from "Someone in the Other World," which had become something of a regular occurrence.
The content was simple: a prayer of gratitude to me for providing their daily bread. To them, I was a miracle worker; to me, I was a guy selling pigs for cash, making these prayers feel like they were poking holes in my conscience.
I was about to dismiss it, but today the content was a bit different.
[Someone in the Other World is offering a prayer for everyone's safety to the Caretaker, just before repelling the pursuers who have finally appeared here!]
"?"
I thought they'd shaken them off last time, but I guess they didn't give up. And if they're chasing an entire family, it must be a sizable group. Or maybe it's a small group of elites, like Eleonora...?
Feeling a bit of lingering attachment, I sent back a message telling them not to overdo it and to run if they had to. Instead of the usual reddish hue, a message window as blue as the sea appeared before me.
[Someone in the Other World is telling the Caretaker not to worry while weeping at the Caretaker's merciful words! They are praying with a devout heart once more, stating they would even offer their heart for the Caretaker!]
Man, they're really intense. Still, unlike before when they were being chased to the brink of death, the blue screen reflecting their current state suggested they had a plan—or perhaps this "Someone" was actually quite a powerhouse themselves. You see it often in novels or manga; even an absolute master can't show their true strength if their family is nearby.
After sending a final "stay safe" message, I headed straight for the farrowing house where Eleonora was kept.
[By the way, how stubborn is this sow to still not submit to the Caretaker? I'm worried...]
"Who knows. But she probably knows instinctively. That it's almost time for the final showdown between us."
Just yesterday, using the Goblins in the back mountain for an exposure test, I confirmed that Eleonora's body was trained well enough to be considered completely fallen. Yet, she hadn't sworn obedience. Like her body, her mind had slowly rotted into lewdness, and she even called me Master now and then, but the vow of total submission was still missing.
[Is she planning something? Or is it just overconfidence in herself?]
"I don't know, which is why I kept whispering, 'I will definitely corrupt you,' to her yesterday."
Eleonora must realize time is running out as her body continues to change. My whispers from yesterday surely added to her underlying anxiety, even if she wouldn't show it.
Creak—!
"So, from now on... What the?"
"Ngh..."
The moment I opened the door, a massive pair of buttocks was wiggling at me from over the pen gate.
"What are you doing?"
"Th-that's... well... hng-ut...♥"
As soon as I spoke, a single river of fluid trickled down from Eleonora's pink crevice. With a bright red face, she gave a sharp shiver.
"Didn't we agree I'd blow my morning wood into your mouth-pussy as breakfast?"
"The p-pussy is a mouth too! You're always going on about the 'lower mouth' this and 'lower mouth' that..."
"Hmm..."
She tried to hide her blushing face, embarrassed by her own words. I peered past her into the pen, and there, in the corner, her armor—which I had neatly organized yesterday—was scattered everywhere.
"I gave that to you to wear, but seeing you naked like this, have you finally accepted your status as a sow?"
"I think there are still bugs on it, it itches every time I put it on... Th-that's not the point! Come, hurry... thrust your morning rod into this lewd pussy that spent the night puckering in loneliness..."
As if dying to taste me, she spread her own pussy, her buttocks wiggling while the anal beads I'd left in her still dangled.
"..."
"W-what? Why are you looking at me like that...?"
"What are you up to? What's the scheme?"
"A scheme...? Is it a sin to ask you to calm this body that you put into heat?"
Maybe it was because I came in thinking she was planning something, but everything looked suspicious. Should I test the waters?
"Is that the proper attitude for a sow begging her Master? Do it over."
"D-do it over?! When I'm literally prying my pussy open with my own two hands..."
"Do it over."
"You despicable man...?!"
If my suspicion was right, I'd deal with it. If not? To see what she was up to while continuing the training, I raised my foot and pressed my boot firmly against Eleonora's snow-white rear.
"K-nguuuuut...?!"
"Speak. Didn't I teach you yesterday how you should speak if you want it?"
"To touch my body with such mud-stained shoes...!"
It was like splashing ink on a white canvas. Perhaps because of the damp mud, when I lifted my foot, chunks of dirt remained on her pale skin in the shape of my boot sole.
"I guess you don't want your feed."
"F-feed...♥"
Gurgle!
Right on cue, her stomach growled. The word "feed" seemed to make her even more desperate, and she began to thrust her buttocks toward me even harder.
"Where do you think you're pointing those vulgar cheeks?"
"Ha-uuuuut... t-to be treated so harshly...♥"
But I couldn't back down now. I used my foot to push her buttocks back, signaling her not to come closer. A sweet moan, now all too familiar, burst from her lips.
"Are you going to starve? If so, fine."
"I-I'll say it! I'll say it! Th-the..."
"Or do you want me to step on your ass more?"
"Wh-who would enjoy being treated like thaaaaat...♥"
She just came. From a mere kick that you'd give to a pig, her pussy clenched instantly, and the vibrations of her trembling body traveled up my leg.
"Then say it! Say it!"
"H-hyit! Don't kick me! Don't tap-tap my ass! Don't kick me with your boots like a pig's rear! I can't... I can't speak... hng-aaaa-it...♥"
Thud, thud! With every nudge of my foot, ripples of pleasure shook her frame. She claimed she couldn't speak, yet she was subtly pushing her rear back against my boot.
I wanted to do this all day, but figuring out her intent was the priority. To show her this was the last chance, I pressed down on her buttocks with more force than before.
"Hi-gk!"
The clever sow understood immediately. She bounced back a few steps like a spring, then carefully pried her pubic mound open with trembling hands.
"M-my lewd pussy has grown cold from the morning heat and the fluids... p-please, use Master's hot rod to thrust deep and warm it up...♥"
"Hmm... You know what comes next without me saying it, right?"
"K-nguuut...?!"
Seeing my fully erect member, Eleonora gnashed her teeth again, but she immediately held her rear high and began to shimmy backward inch by inch, aligning her vaginal opening with my twitching rod.
"Haah... to make me... put it in myself...♥"
"So, you hate it?"
Squelch—
"...I never said I hated it."