As Eleonora spent day after day rotting in this pigsty, she came to a singular, profound realization.

She realized that she was an absurdly obscene sow.

Or perhaps, more accurately, a creature born to bewitch men.

To be precise, the moment she exposed her naked flesh, every single male in the vicinity would swarm around her like flies to shit.

It was just like the day her twisted fetish first fully bloomed—the day she discovered the thrill of being humiliated by others, exposing her shameful state, and being utterly disgraced.

The moment she revealed her nude form, those bandits who had been so wary of her instantly wore slack-jawed, idiotic expressions, popping boners with their pathetic, rat-sized cocks.

Even the castrated boars were driven into a frenzy by her presence, snorting rough, hot breaths in her direction.

Of course, this was largely due to Eleonora herself unconsciously leaking pheromones, turned on by the degrading fact that she was being ogled by mere livestock.

Regardless, just as a starving man is drawn to a delicious, glistening feast...

Her peerless beauty that lived up to the word ’kingdom-toppling,’ her massive breasts that couldn’t be fully grasped in one hand, her voluptuous, meat-heavy ass... and on top of that, the endless stream of slick love juices and musk leaking from her pussy and armpits like a bitch in heat.

How could anyone deny that this was obscenity incarnate?

In the past, she would have scoffed at such a notion, dismissing it as nonsense. But now, steeped in lust, Eleonora could say it with certainty.

If she hadn’t become a knight, she surely would have become a man-eating succubus.

She would have become a legendary slut, bewitching males with this lewd meat-bag of a body, stuffing every orifice—every hole she possessed—with cocks, craving nothing but hard shafts and warm cum, day and night.

But now, things were different.

Being tamed by only one man—her one and only Master—she had realized her twisted nature and learned to control the lewd sow-energy bursting from her body to some extent.

She was sure of it. Definitely.

However, in this very moment, a pig’s hot breath blasted directly against her exposed pussy. Surprised, she let out an involuntary noise, leaving her completely flustered.

"Why? How?! I admit the situation is arousing, and I’ve leaked a little juice, but I haven’t gone into heat enough to rile up the pigs in a crisis like this?!"

This was a grave matter.

Her pride as a knight was on the line. How could she let her lust blind her and trouble her Master in such a critical situation?

If she failed here, the cock she was scheduled to take tomorrow—her final reward—would vanish before she even got a taste. Would she really be crazy enough to go into heat now?

’Then what is it? Why, why are they breathing so hot on me...?!’

At that moment, the clank-clank of armored footsteps stopped dead in front of Eleonora’s pen.

’He definitely heard my voice. It was just for a second, and it might have been buried under the noise of the other pigs, so he doesn’t seem certain... but he definitely heard it!’

To make such a blunder. But the Crusader standing before the cage didn’t give Eleonora time to lament her immaturity. He stared intently into the pen where Eleonora was hiding, muttering suspiciously.

"Why are the pigs in this pen huddled together like this, unlike the others?"

"..!"

The answer to that question didn’t require deep thought. It was a simple fact she could feel against her skin right now.

"Because it’s hot! They’re doing it because of the heat!"

These were pigs covered in hair, with thick layers of fat fattened up for slaughter. Sure, if it were winter, it would make sense. But to huddle this tight and share body heat in early autumn, when the night air was only slightly chilly?

It would be strange if the temperature didn’t skyrocket.

"Hmm..."

’Normally, he would have just passed by! I can’t believe I’m about to put Master in trouble because of my own incompetence...?!’

But there was still hope.

Although the Crusaders were chosen ones, the ’Select,’ most of them were children of high-ranking nobles or knights with excellent pedigrees.

Unlike her, who had luckily become a knight from the streets, they went through a rigorous selection process. They were the elite of the elite. While they showed fanatical tendencies, they were still of noble status.

There was no way people like that would know how pigs were raised on a farm—

"That strange trough in the center stands out, too... and I recall the pigs my neighbor raised when I was a child didn’t sleep huddled together like this on days like today..."

’Why?! Why now of all times?!’

What were the odds of this absurd situation? Of all people, a Crusader comes here. Of all places, he starts searching the pigsty she’s in. And of all knights, he’s a Crusader of commoner origin, not an elite?!

"...Just in case, I need to check."

And look at that! Judging by his words, he was coming in! He didn’t care if pig shit smeared his shiny armor; he was crawling right in!

’I-I’m finished... I’m going to be caught. If I really get caught, forget the cock...?!’

And then, as if waiting for this very moment, a voice that had been as faint as a mosquito’s wingbeat until now—a voice identical to her own—screamed inside her head.

It’s undeniable now. Just stand up! Stand up and confess that you were imprisoned here, that you were captured by an evil wizard and tortured! I’ll say it again, this is your last chance! Your last chance!

The voices began to dominate Eleonora’s mind, gaining strength with every desperate plea.

Eleonora, who didn’t know what to do in her flustered state, felt her eyes slowly closing.

Did she give up? Had she resigned herself to fate?

Clack, Clack.

As the sound of the cage door opening rang out, followed by the careful steps approaching her, Eleonora buried her head deeper into the mass of pigs. But then, as if to show off to the approaching Crusader, she slightly, teasingly, stuck the tip of her ass out.

The Crusader flinched, startled as a snow-white, voluptuous object—Eleonora’s ass, which could truly be called a sow’s rump—popped out right in front of him. He spoke as if sensing something was wrong.

"This pig buried in here... Unlike the others, its skin is strangely glossy... It’s a pig, but somehow... not a pig? It has a strange..."

And at that moment, as if to say "Now!", Eleonora snapped her eyes open, opened her mouth wide, and squealed with all her might.

"Squeeeeeaaaaaaal...♥"

’Aaaah... I really did it, I cried like a pig! Not only am I mixed in with the pigs, but I’m showing my ass to a Holy Knight! I might be showing my naked body to a man who might have fought alongside me in the past, and yet I’m making such filthy pig noises...♥’

Her eyes, which had been filled with embarrassment and resignation just moments ago, were now burning with thick, sticky lust.

Clear saliva drooled from her mouth like a waterfall as she mimicked the cry of a pig, unable to hold back her pleasure.

Her butt, jutting out towards the Crusader, twitched and wiggled with expert precision—not too much, not too little.

"Squeal, squeeeal, squeeeeeeeaaaaal...♥"

But even compared to all that, could anything compare to the degradation of crying out like a pig of her own free will?

Someone inside Eleonora’s head screamed in disbelief.

What are you doing?! What the hell are you doing?! This is the end! This is your last chance! If not now, then never! It has to be now!

But the female knight who would listen to that voice was no longer here.

The only thing remaining was Eleonora, who was sick and tired of that voice—the voice of someone identical to herself.

’Shut up! Who do you think I am?! I am Eleonora Croft! I can overcome this hardship! Don’t dare try to control me! Get lost!’

And immediately, Eleonora began to tap-tap the pigs around her.

She was telling them to read the room.

—Squeeeeeaaal!!

—Squeak?!

—Oink! Oink!

—Squeal, squeal, squeal!

"Squeeeeeaaaaaaal...♥"

As the pigs began to squeal in unison, matching Eleonora’s rhythm, the Crusader tilted his head, looking confused, and slowly backed away.

"...True. There’s no way the famously proud Sir Eleonora would be wallowing in a place like this, mixed in with pigs."

"Oink! Oink!"

’Exactly! That’s what I’m saying! I told you I could overcome this crisis on my own!’

Eleonora happily oinked and squealed again at the knight, who was slowly moving away from her and exiting the pen.

"Oink, oink♥"

’Just you wait! I will definitely escape tomorrow! Watch me, I will definitely escape!’

There was no answer. Whether the voice had never existed from the start, or if it had left quietly to prepare for her end, there was no way to know—and Eleonora didn’t want to know. She simply cried and cried at the top of her lungs, singing along with the pigs.

And so, time passed.

On the third day.

"Hmm-hmm~ Huh? What is it, why are you on your stomach?"

"M-Maaasterrr...♥"