At first, Eleonora was swinging her sword with the genuine intent to kill Rafe. She was certain of it.

There was absolutely no way he could dodge.

Even as she swung her blade, she sensed the Crusaders approaching from both diagonals. Like hawks spotting prey on the ground, like arrows loosed from a bow, the blades of their twisted justice were arriving to strike him down.

It had been a fleeting connection, but she had already exchanged glances with her former comrades, soldiers with whom she had once shared the battlefield.

However, she could not yield.

’Master’s neck... Master’s life... and this vengeance... they are mine!’

It was as if blue flames were erupting from Eleonora’s eyes.

Does a lion not use its full strength even when hunting a rabbit?

"Indeed, there is no phrase more fitting for this situation."

This was the Master who had broken her so ruthlessly.

He was a man unfathomable, one who had turned her into a naked, exhibitionist nympho, forcing her to betray her loyalty unconsciously and trample upon the honor she had built over a lifetime without hesitation.

He was an opponent worthy of her full power!

Of course, she was wielding a greatsword she had grabbed in haste, and her posture was so bizarre—straddling him—that it seemed she might only strike his neck with the crossguard. But Master could never escape her sword.

Eleonora was confident of this.

In all her life of wielding a blade, she had never known hesitation.

And finally, just before the edge of her sword could shadow Rafe’s neck, time began to flow slowly for everything except Eleonora.

She was not flustered.

It was a familiar sensation.

To be precise, rather than panic, she felt a sense of wonder.

This sight, this scene, this landscape unfolding before her eyes...

It was something she had seen many times before, even before she ascended to the realm of a Grand Master.

Some called it a "revolving lantern"—the phenomenon where one’s life flashes before their eyes just moments before death.

Ordinary people might experience it once in a lifetime, if at all. Perhaps twice or thrice if they were exceptionally lucky or unlucky.

But Eleonora, who had always swung her sword on battlefields where life hung by a thread, had crossed that fleeting moment of death hundreds, thousands—countless times.

From the moment she reached the pinnacle of Grand Master, where there was nowhere left to climb, Eleonora realized what triggered this strange phenomenon.

This landscape was not merely showing her that she was on the brink of death.

It was a manifestation of her instincts, screaming a powerful warning, begging her to notice something she had missed.

"But why now?"

"What is it trying to warn me about?"

Master cannot avoid my greatsword.

Even if he dodged her blade, the Holy Knights would finish the job.

Just look at him now.

He is clinging so close, oblivious to the fact that his life is about to be extinguished. This Master is fearlessly exploring her pussy, wearing that same arrogant expression as he demands she make a choice.

"What on earth is my instinct warning me about?"

Or perhaps, is it telling her to enjoy the joy of victory after overcoming such harsh humiliation? If so, fine! She would enjoy it without hesitation!

"I won!"

Finally, she had won. She had overcome all the shame and humiliation inflicted by this man and finally reclaimed her life as a noble, high-and-mighty female knight!

"How do you like that! Master took nothing from me! Far from corrupting me, he made a fatal mistake that will cost him his life! He acted so thorough, yet he let his guard down, distracted by the Holy Knights... what a foolish mistake...!"

Slowly... her blade was maybe 2cm from digging into Rafe’s neck skin? 1cm? Perhaps even less. How could he possibly avoid this?

If he tried to lean back, most of his face would be sliced off by her greatsword, and two swords would plunge straight into his heart.

But why?

The lingering thrill of victory and gratification as she looked at Rafe’s arrogant face was short-lived. Suddenly, a vague anxiety began to creep into Eleonora’s heart.

"Wait, Master... is he dying? Is he really dying? Just like that, in vain?"

"You’re leaving me behind like this? After acting so high and mighty all by yourself, you’re just going to end it so emptily?"

He is dying.

Master is dying. Not by anyone else’s hand, but by hers.

Master wouldn’t be able to do anything. Does he think she spent all this time observing his physical abilities just for show?

That is why she could be certain.

And that is why she was becoming even more anxious.

She would regain her freedom and her honor as a female knight. From now on, she would live eternally as a proud knight, receiving praise and admiration from all, considering her loyalty to the royal family as the reward of a lifetime.

But... she would kill Master and lose the joy of being a sow. She would never again receive the scorn and finger-pointing directed at a vulgar, corrupted sow. She would never again obtain the lifetime of pleasure derived from offering her pussy to Master.

"I don’t want that."

To kill Master... to lose Master... to forget this cock, to forget this pleasure... all for the price of mere superficial honor and pride?

"A life without Master? Without his cock? Are you telling me to go back to a life without his thick meat rod pounding my lowly sow pussy plap-plap-plap, without his cum flooding my dirty womb...?!"

Unlike Eleonora’s pussy, which was stuffed full of his cock, her heart was now filled only with absolute despair.

"No! I hate it! You can’t die! I don’t want you to die! Master, my Master, the Master I adore, the eternal owner of this sow! You must not die! You cannot die! You must not pass away!"

And at that moment, Eleonora felt the slow-moving scenery before her eyes begin to regain its color and speed.

"No!"

"Why? Why is it speeding up? Why is the blade getting closer to Master?! I hate it. I can never see Master again? Live without Master?!"

Only then did Eleonora realize.

All the pleasure she had felt until now was only possible because Master was before her eyes. Although it was true she had twisted fetishes, they were all awakened by the training Master had given her.

Because it was Master’s hands, his eyes, his words... she loved it all. Because it was Master who personally broke her, not anyone else, she could become this lewd.

She liked it because it was Master.

She liked it because Master was the one training her.

No matter what massive cock she might find in the future, no matter what man’s phallus she might pant over, she would never, ever obtain a pleasure stronger than the cock she currently held inside her pussy.

She was certain.

Without Rafe—without her Master—she could not live. If Master’s semen wasn’t poured into this lowly cunt, she would surely die.

Instead of living as a female knight, she would be killing her true self, the sow, with her own hands.

How could she kill herself and then brazenly show her face to others?

Finally, she found the reason she had set out on her path of wandering. She had finally discovered the new realm she had so desperately sought.

"I... Eleonora Croft... wandered my whole life to dedicate my body and heart to Master. To find the owner who would rule this lewd body, to willingly spread my pussy for the only male who could quench this endless thirst... that is why I traveled so far."

Because she had traveled a long way, she could feel it.

Because she had wandered through so many paths, she knew.

The path visible before her eyes right now was the shortcut she truly needed to take, the path that would make her realize her true self.

Perhaps this scenery before her eyes had held onto her until the very last moment to show her the correct path she needed to walk.

To show this vulgar sow who her true Master—the one deserving of her loyalty—really was!

Facing the self she had desperately suppressed all this time, Eleonora felt the emotions of adoration and respect for her Master explode in her heart like a volcano.

No, it was closer to madness than adoration.

"Aah... Master...♥ To teach this ignorant, stupid sow a lesson, you went this far...♥"

Respect surged uncontrollably from within her chest.

Honor as a knight? Pride? Praise and admiration? It was all an illusion.

What she had truly wanted, ever since that day she was stripped naked by bandits, was only one thing.

"Master...♥"

And now, just before the flow of time she was holding onto completely reverted, just before the blade shadowing Rafe’s neck could embed itself... Eleonora’s hand moved on its own, defying the current time, and tightly gripped the handle of the greatsword.

"Yes... I cannot live without this cock, without Master...♥"

It was no longer the crude, one-handed swing like the axes wielded by barbarians a moment ago, but a movement designed to wield a sword to protect her Lord.

She had simply gripped the sword with both hands, but before unleashing proper swordsmanship, this was the most basic posture of a knight.

—!

—?!

"These maggots dare to try and harm this Eleonora’s Master...!"

The Holy Knights, flustered to see Eleonora—who looked ready to slice off Rafe’s head—suddenly stop her hand and glare at them with eyes full of burning hatred and rage, hurriedly tried to react, but it was already too late.

"You didn’t expect this. Yes, of course, you couldn’t expect it...!"

How could they imagine that she would throw away everything to willingly choose to become a man’s sex slave?

Even if they had suspected it, could they have imagined she would reveal such killing intent towards comrades she had once fought alongside, without a shred of hesitation?

Swooosh..

As Eleonora, gripping the greatsword, swung it over her head like a staff, a storm of sword-wind imbued with sharp aura exploded around her. The Holy Knights, who were about to stab Rafe in the back, were blasted away by the wind pressure.

The gap in skill between a Master and a Grand Master was like the difference between heaven and earth. These were not their Commander, nor that barbarian bitch, but mere Holy Knights on the verge of entering the Master rank.

Having failed to predict Eleonora’s betrayal—her corruption—and with their stances completely broken, how could they possibly withstand this disaster?

"Killing them instantly won’t satisfy my temper."

How dare they interrupt when this Master’s Sow Knight, Eleonora, is clearly having sex with her Master right in front of their eyes?

"I’ll cut off those impudent limbs first so you can die slowly in agony."

To do that, she first had to fix her body firmly in place. If she wrapped her legs wrong, Master’s waist might break along with the chair.

Eleonora clamped her pussy tightly around the world’s hardest stake embedded inside her, and at the same time, she opened her womb to swallow Rafe’s cock deep inside.

"Because of you bastards! Because of you! I couldn’t properly enjoy my monumental sex with Master!"

The reasons they could not be forgiven kept increasing. On the other hand, seeing Rafe looking at her with unchanging eyes even in this chaos, Eleonora flashed a bewitching smile before immediately beginning to sever the arms and legs of the helpless Holy Knights floating in the air.

If she wanted, she could have made them experience the sensation of their limbs being severed before they even realized it. But Eleonora deliberately cut them slowly, so they could feel the pain with their own eyes, their own ears, and their own skin.

Of course, judging by his expression, Rafe didn’t even know what was happening at this very moment.

It was truly a split-second occurrence.

’I thought I might feel something since they are old comrades...’

Was it because they were maggots who interrupted their sex?

Cutting them felt quite satisfying.

Especially the moment she saw those expressions of disbelief—she almost came right then and there.

"Of course, I will only cum after receiving Master’s semen...♥"

Finally, just in case any blood splattered on Master, she lightly swung her sword to fling the spray of blood far away.

Having completed the judgment on the maggots, Eleonora dropped her sword without hesitation.

The sword leaving her hand spun in the air, fulfilling its duty to keep the blood away until the end, before returning to its original spot.

—Guh... Huuk...?!

—How... could...?!

They would absolutely not survive.

Having finished punishing the insolent maggots, Eleonora slowly lowered her head to meet Rafe’s eyes.

Soon, the limbless maggots fell around them, and time, which had regained its original flow, washed over their severed arms and legs.

And then...

"Ah..."

What just happened? Something happened, but he didn’t know exactly what. The sounds of people dying and the metallic scent of blood drifted from behind his back.

His instincts were screaming, the back of his head itching as if he were about to die, but Rafe only saw the blue eyes filled not with murder, but with lust, love, and loyalty directed entirely at him.

And feeling the sensation of his cock being fully engulfed by a soft, warm pouch he had never felt before, he smiled as if he understood the meaning.

"So, you didn’t run away. You made your choice."

"Yes, Master...♥"

Splurt... Spurt... Splurttt!! !

Wordlessly arching her back and looking up at the sky, Eleonora caressed her lower belly where the womb was being injected with semen. It was a creampie like always, but this time, instead of her usual vulgar squeals, Eleonora simply buried her face in Rafe’s embrace and reached a quiet, intense climax.

"Did you open your womb yourself?"

"Yes...♥"

She had allowed the invasion of the cock into the womb she had guarded so ironically until now. This ejaculation was a raw creampie pouring directly into her uterus.

"You’ve finally fallen."

"Yes...♥"

Naturally, her speech had shifted to polite, submissive honorifics.

He was no longer just anyone, but the Master she would serve and revere for the rest of her life. How could she commit the rudeness of before?

Looking at Rafe as if honey were dripping from her eyes, Eleonora nibbled on his collarbone before suddenly turning her gaze cold to look at the maggots scattered behind her Master’s back.

-...!

-.!!

"Noisy things. I showed you mercy, perhaps I should have cut off your jaws too?"

The limbless Holy Knights rolling on the floor seemed to be saying something, but Eleonora clicked her tongue as if sparing even a glance at these trash-tier maggots was a waste of time.

But that thought was fleeting.

"Since they are on their way to hell, showing them a good sight might not be bad?"

That actually seemed like it would feel even better.

Soon, wearing a lewd, depraved smile, Eleonora looked down at the Holy Knights, then licked the Adam’s apple of Rafe, who still looked bewildered, and whispered quietly to her Master.

"A reward..."

"Hmm?"

"Master, please bestow a reward upon this lewd sow Eleonora, who has gone crazy for Master and Master’s Cock, casting aside even her identity as a human...♥"

For a moment, she worried if she was being presumptuous for a sow who had just decided to fall and submit. But feeling Rafe’s hand patting her buttocks in permission, she found herself again.

Her blue eyes shining, completely dyed in sticky lust, she spoke.

"In front of those maggots who are nothing but torsos by my lewd, corrupted hands... In front of these humans... Please, use Master’s cock to take Master’s lowly sow Eleonora’s anal virginity...♥"

Squeeeal~♥