"Couldn't wait even a second before trying to snoop around my house, could you? I was going to surprise you since you were just standing there holding the knob, but I almost lost a shin bone."
"A second later and my bone would've actually snapped. Your body is your asset, and so is mine... though, you don't look all that 'fine' right now, do you?"
"Y-you wicked monsteeeer...! To calculate even this... to set such a meticulous trap...?!"
Eleonora collapsed, clutching her crotch as the 10kg dumbbell began to swing rhythmically between her legs. Normally, I would have teased her more, but seeing tears welling up in those fierce, noble eyes made me shut my mouth.
Not that I felt bad for her.
"Such a despicable trap... to fear that I would hesitate at that door and set such a vile snare...♥"
["Geez, are all masochists like this? I really don't get it."]
The SD character, who had been hovering around Eleonora, whispered to itself. Just a moment ago, Eleonora was trembling with indignation after swinging the dumbbell at me, but now her eyes had curved into the ominous shape of crescent moons, glazed with lust.
["I mean, a sow should be like that, but she must have felt like her clitoris was being ripped off. Master, your eye for 'quality sows' is truly something else!"]
Hey, don't talk to me about 'eyes for quality.' You're the one who kidnapped her in the first place.
The annoyance rose to the back of my throat. If Eleonora weren't right in front of me, I would have screamed at the little sprite. It had to hurt. That spot is a vital point. Especially since her clitoris, highly developed thanks to me, was—by her own admission—so sensitive that even a breeze could make her peak. Having a 10kg weight yank on it was a pain no Grand Master could endure without cutting the organ off entirely.
But Eleonora, seemingly aware of her status as a masochistic sow whose pain had been twisted into pleasure by my hand, wore a smile of dark ecstasy.
"Despicable wretch... do you think you can break me with this... no matter how much you act the Master, you cannot rule me with such things...♥"
"Yeah, yeah. Just get out here already."
"...Get out?"
Had she forgotten why she came here? I detached the dumbbell from the chain and gave the leash a sharp tug. Startled, Eleonora scrambled to her feet.
"I'll show you the inside later as much as you want. For now, let's step out."
"Show me later... what are you planning..."
"What plan could there be for showing you a kitchen? The fire is ready. You gave me your clothes to burn, so shouldn't you witness the occasion?"
"Ah...♥"
The burning of her clothes. Though it was prompted by my scheme, the sow—who had moved past simply being naked to actively abandoning the concept of clothing—began to pant at the mere thought.
"N-no need... you can... Master can just burn them on his own...!"
"You're the one who asked me to do it in front of you. Besides, every performance needs an audience, right? What could be more entertaining than an exhibitionist sow taking her first step into total corruption?"
"Hng-uuut...♥"
Unable to hide her softening expression—finding even my insults sweet—Eleonora followed me out.
"I was going to burn them right away, but it's damp this morning, and I had to find some other trash to burn with them. Sorry for the delay."
"M-my clothes... with trash...?!"
Her black leggings and sports bra—her only remaining symbols of her status as a knight besides her armor—were being treated as mere refuse for the incinerator. Eleonora fell silent. She couldn't say anything, especially since she was the one who had asked for this.
["Look at her expression! She has no problem calling you 'Master' now, but she's still holding onto that pride! Give her a real lesson!"]
The SD character bounced around. Even if she was a natural-born sow, she had lived her whole life as a knight; anyone could read the conflict on her face. I ignored the sprite and led Eleonora to a corner of the yard where a pile of trash awaited.
"Hmm... the weather is nice. Warm sunlight, cool air, and the familiar scent of pig manure. With my cute sow by my side, this is paradise, isn't it?"
"...Kh."
Eleonora trembled at the sight of the small mound of trash and the outdoor grill, upon which her two pieces of clothing were neatly laid.
"You could have just burned them... why did you bring me here..."
She had handed them over, but seeing the actual destruction of her human dignity was a different matter. As I suspected, she was likely preparing her "final move," so I decided to play a little push-and-pull.
"You do it."
"What...?"
"Light the fire yourself. On that pile of trash."
"With my own hands...! I told you, Master should do it...!"
I wasn't going to give her even a tiny excuse or a way out. I grabbed her waist—it was more like I was leaning against her since she's taller than me—and whispered into her ear while my fingers traced her side.
"You're doing it. Burn them with your own hands. Leave no lingering regrets."
"...At least... at least show some respect. They were clothes I cherished—no, used to cherish. To burn them with trash like this is—?!"
"Is this not what you were hoping for?"
The hesitation in her eyes flickered.
"You wanted to slowly stop being human and become my sow completely. You didn't want to admit defeat out of pride, so you asked me to burn your clothes as a metaphorical sign of surrender. To let the fire take the last of your attachments."
"No, no... that's... I just... I don't have the right to wear them anymore... and since I'm stuck here, I can't wear them anyway... It's not because..."
The moment I touched her, her thighs began to spread naturally, already drenched. I pulled her hand toward a torch burning in a nearby barrel.
"Light it. Burn your sweat, your efforts, and your memories."
"I... I can't... not something like this...?!"
Despite her words, she didn't pull her hand away. She gripped the torch. Whatever her original intention was when she handed me the clothes, the result was the same. Whether she fell fast or slow, there was no option to stop or go back.
It was already too late. The rigid, stubborn knight who swore she would never break and vowed revenge was now moaning sweetly and begging for a cock, calling her mortal enemy "Master."
Yet, she still hadn't fully given up. She refused to admit that she could never go back to who she was. That was why she could still endure. And that was why I had to make her burn her own traces.
"It's simple. Just touch the flame to it. Nature will handle the rest..."
"I told you, I... I can't do such a thing...!"
Master, burn them in front of my eyes! She kept shaking her head, but I saw her eyes curve into those crescent moons again. I decided to give her a little nudge.
"Well, I suppose it would be troublesome if a Master didn't give a prize for such a well-behaved act."
"A prize!"
Like a dog snapping its head up at the mention of a treat, Eleonora gasped.
"You lewd girl... you're willing to trade such 'precious' items for your Master's cock!"
"N-no... that's... I don't need Master's cock...♥"
Her crotch told a different story.
"Lies every time you open your mouth! You say that while your clitoris is this engorged?!"
"Hyi-iiiii-it?! You're the one who pulled on it!"
Jingle-clank! I yanked the chain wrapped around my left hand. Eleonora's hips thrust forward involuntarily, and she collapsed back against me as I groped her from behind.
"Since you're burning something so 'precious,' I have to give you a proper reward, don't I?"
"Something... p-precious...!"
"For example... your sword?"
"The sword...!"
Instant reaction. So that's what she was looking for.
"It's your most valuable possession, and you've been separated from it for so long. You must be dying to see it."
"Is it... is it really okay? You'll show me my sword...?"
"Not just show it. If you keep being a good girl, I might even give it back."
"Ah...!"
The nudge worked. Eleonora acted immediately. She thrust the torch into the trash pile. Within moments, flames licked upward, reaching her clothes and beginning to consume them.
"Aaah... what have I done... because of my fleshly lust... I've chosen the path of a naked exhibitionist with my own hands..."
"I should definitely give you a reward for that, shouldn't I?"
"Hi-gu-uuut...?!"
As she watched her clothes burn with a hollow expression, she began to shiver as my hand rubbed her swollen pearl.
"W-what are you doing! It's dangerous!!"
"Then you should put the fire out before it gets dangerous."
"You foul man... you're planning to make me put out the fire with my pee...♥"
She didn't even need to be told. She turned her head toward me, knowing exactly what I was after. I caressed her heavy breasts and leaned in, meeting the soft lips of the knight.
"Mmm...!"
Ten seconds? It was short compared to our usual sessions, but with the fire nearby, I kept it to a brief tongue-tangle.
"You're getting good at kissing. You even know how to use your tongue proactively now."
"Sh-shut up... k-kissing is... hng-uuut...♥"
Her mouth was improving much faster than her pussy, which still couldn't handle my cock without losing it.
"You're so adorable."
"Adorable! Saying such things now... m-mmpf!"
She was so cute I kissed her again. This time for twenty seconds. By the time I pulled away, she had melted completely, forgetting her goals and panting as she leaned her weight into me.
"P-prize... give me the prize... quickly... pussy patting... pat my pussy..."
"Now? I thought I was showing you the sword later?"
"Forget that for now... that can wait... just pat my pussy quickly...♥"
Did she enjoy the rhythm that much last time? She started nipping at my lips like a spoiled child. I stopped teasing her clitoris and began to rhythmically slap her drenched mound.
"You know what to do, right?"
"I-I'll tell you when I'm going... so just... hng...♥"
It was a miracle she hadn't fully "fallen" yet, given how perfectly she was trained. As I slapped the wet flesh, Eleonora's body stiffened. She was peaking much faster than usual—clear proof of her heightened arousal. I patted her a few more times, then stimulated her urethra with my pinky.
"I'm going! Right now! T-take your hand away— hyi-iiiii-it!"
Spla-aaa-sh!
Like a finger placed over the end of a high-pressure hose, a hot sensation hit my hand as a jet of golden fluid sprayed from Eleonora's pussy, arcing directly into the fierce flames.