A few hours ago.

Even though several hours remained before sunrise, Eleonora opened her eyes faster than anyone else. Without a word, she shook off her drowsiness, rose from her spot, and immediately began to bathe.

"..."

Until now, she had made do with simple face washes or splashing herself with a gourd. But what she was doing now was a proper bath—using the precious water she had been skimping on, afraid that asking for more would lead to finding fault with her.

But now, as if such caution was no longer necessary.

As if she held no lingering regrets, Eleonora looked down at the large rubber tub with an expressionless face and cold eyes, then slowly began to dip her foot into it.

Starting with her feet, then her legs, and finally sinking her hips into the rubber tub, Eleonora’s entire body—save for her head and her massive breasts floating buoyantly on the surface—submerged into the icy water.

"..."

Then, quietly, gazing down at her tits floating atop the water, Eleonora let out a small, silent sigh. She picked up a plastic gourd drifting in the overflowing tub, scooped up water, and slowly began to pour it over her breasts.

"Huu... nnngh..."

Trickle—

A delicate sound, like one might hear from a tiny spring or a babbling brook, accompanied the woman’s subtle, nasal moan. If a rabbit had come to drink water under the cover of dawn, it would have surely fled in terror at such a bewitchingly lewd sound. But this was no fairy-tale spring.

This place was simply a Pig Farm located in the middle of nowhere.

"..."

After letting out a small sigh at the erotic voice that had escaped her own lips, Eleonora immediately poured the water directly into the cleavage formed between her breasts.

"Huuuugh... Kuh-nngh...!"

Water droplets bounced wildly from the valley of her tits, splashing in all directions, wetting her face and everything around her. Under the cover of that small waterfall sound, Eleonora’s moans grew louder and bolder. Before she knew it, the hand clutching her breast was flicking her stiffened nipple.

"Haaah, haaaaa..."

No, now is not the time for this.

As if admonishing herself for nearly ruining things with a moment of lust, Eleonora lightly slapped her own cheeks with her wet palms. She then glanced slyly toward the window, as if checking to see if anyone was listening.

"..."

There were still a few hours until the sun would rise to signal the start of a new day. The Greatsword, standing guard outside the pigsty, was still bathed in moonlight, indicating plenty of time remained before dawn. Eleonora dipped her face into the water once more, pulled it out, and muttered softly.

"There is no time. If I do not prepare quickly..."

Trailing off, Eleonora lifted her left arm, which had been submerged in the water. She slowly extended her hand toward the ceiling, inspecting her arm under the moonlight reflected off the Greatsword.

She spread her fingers wide, then clenched them as if gripping the hilt of a sword. After checking her arm several times as if running a diagnostic, she slowly lowered it.

Soon, her right arm emerged from the water.

Was she switching arms? Contrary to expectation, her right hand began to gently caress her dripping wet left arm.

"If I do not prepare myself more cleanly..."

Rub, Rub.

From her shoulder to her forearm, without missing a single spot, Eleonora began to scrub her arm. She washed it over and over again, then repeated the process on her right arm and legs.

She wasn’t the type to care about beauty usually, but today of all days, she had to make her body neat and immaculate.

After all, today was the day she would finally escape this nightmare—the day she would exact her bloody vengeance.

Since she was going to personally execute the man who was still acting as her Master, she had to be reverent. She had to be pristine. She could not allow even a speck of impurity.

This was, in a sense, a ritual purification for the act.

Of course, looking at her now—slowly washing her body as if handling high-class porcelain or a work of art, staring blankly at her limbs in the water while blushing—her behavior was reminiscent of a maiden grooming herself to look beautiful for her beloved. But Eleonora continued her bath as if she knew nothing of such things.

The moment her hand, which had been diligently washing her body, touched her crotch—her pussy.

"...♥"

Slurp.

As if her appearance as a pure, chaste woman until now had been a lie, Eleonora lightly licked her lips and muttered.

"I must... scrub here thoroughly as well...! No, this place specifically must be cleaned with even greater devotion. Who knows if that filthy man’s semen is still remaining inside?"

That would not do. She could not allow herself, due to a moment’s mistake, to conceive the child of that villain—the man who had broken her into this state, the enemy who deserved to die and could not be allowed to live under the same sky.

Come to think of it, aside from the first day when she was raped by Rafe, she didn’t recall ever properly removing the semen he had dumped inside her pussy during his relentless creampies.

"Since I happen to have a good tool, I might as well, while I’m bathing... Haaanngh...♥"

Gurgle-Gluck. Squelch!

With a wet sound, Eleonora’s pussy gaped open and spat out frothy bubbles as a toothbrush dug deep inside her meat-hole.

"I do not know why he gave me this, but he surely meant... hngh!... for me to use it like this. That bastard was just waiting for the day he would die by my hand... That wish, I shall grant it!"

It was an item that had been there since the rubber tub first arrived, and she hadn’t known its purpose. To think it was a tool for such a magnificent use!

"Haaa, haaaahhn... The vaginal walls, every single pussy fold... I must scrub out every drop of his sperm, scrape it out, scraaaaape it ouuuut...♥"

Splish, Splash, Schlick.

Just by adding a single toothbrush, the noble lady’s reverent purification ritual—akin to a priestess praying to God before a holy war—had degenerated into a filthy act of masturbation.

"I must absolutely not leave any behind. To end up carrying such a hideous man’s baby... what greater disgrace could there be...!"

Yes, this is to prevent pregnancy. Making up such a plausible excuse, Eleonora spent the next ten minutes vigorously scrubbing the inside of her pussy to her heart’s content.

After submerging herself briefly to cool down her flushed, overheated body, Eleonora took the toothbrush—now snapped and ruined by her gripping strength—and threw it out the window without a shred of lingering attachment.

Letting out a hot, feverish sigh that still held the heat of arousal, she muttered.

"I have cleaned even the inside of my body. Now, the final check is..."

Bloop-pshhh—

"C-Confirmation... complete...♥"

As her body shuddered once, a large bubble rose from behind Eleonora’s back with a wet bloop. Unlike the bubbles from her pussy, the origin of this bubble rising from the base of her spine was unclear.

However, judging by the lewd way the corners of her mouth twitched and failed to hide her pleasure, only countless speculations remained that it certainly didn’t come from a ’normal’ place.

Having finished her bath perfectly, Eleonora stood up from the rubber tub. She walked to the window, pulled down the towels hanging on the drying rack, wiped the moisture from her skin, and began to dry her hair in the natural breeze blowing in.

"..."

It was the same crisp dawn air as always, but the feeling was new today, knowing that vengeance was right before her eyes.

"Yes, this is truly the last time. Today, I will sever that man’s breath with my own hands."

Although her heart was still pounding from the sudden prospect of revenge and freedom that had rushed in unexpectedly, today was the end.

Once today passed, she would be free. Once today passed, once that man was dead, everything would return to normal.

"Of course, the purity trampled by him, and the past where I accepted all sorts of training, disgrace, and shame inflicted upon my body cannot be undone. But by killing him with my own hands, I will restore my honor."

Yes, it is for that. For that...

Eleonora closed her eyes and stood there, reviewing the operation she would carry out today, over and over again. She held her ground for minutes, perhaps hours.

Time passed, and finally, as the moon lost its momentum and the sunrise heralded the start of a new day, Eleonora slowly opened her eyes.

"...Perfect."

As if no further thought was needed, Eleonora stepped away from the window and walked slowly toward the door of the cage. The moment she reached the cage door, she remembered something she had forgotten.

"Right, I haven’t checked my body condition."

Even without looking, a Grand Master’s body is always perfect. But with such a momentous operation ahead, the word ’perfect’ was practically a source of carelessness.

Eleonora spun her now completely dry, soft body around once. A satisfied smile hung on her lips as she thoroughly inspected everything—from her massive, swaying tits to her platinum blonde hair that looked as if it were spun from melting gold down to the crack of her ass.

"Mmm, these tits wobbling with such vulgarity, this plump, meaty ass, and now this pussy that twitches and gapes all on its own... not a single part is lacking, it is perfect! Truly the body of a vulgar female animal! Then now...!"

Eleonora immediately dropped to her knees and prostrated herself on the spot.