Impregnating Every SSS-Rank Knight and Queen Into Submissive Sows!

"I’m not entirely sure, but that knightess... she seems to have a real talent for this, don’t you think?"

[Hehe! As expected of the sow I chose... But before that, may I ask why you think so?]

I muttered to myself while inspecting the massive hopper that supplied feed to the pigsty, and the message window popped up, asking curiously.

"You saw it earlier, didn’t you? The position that sow—ahem, that knightess—was taking... Ah, damn it, look at this rat. Get lost!"

Ignoring my attempt to shoo away the rat like a common fly, the message window thrust an SD character right in front of my nose. The chibi avatar had a bright red face and a speech bubble that said, ’Lewd things are no-go!’ while a new message appeared below it.

[Ah, are you referring to her Sow Submission Pose?]

"Depending on the media, they might call it a ’bitch pose,’ but anyway—it’s the position she said she was forced into when those mountain bandits or whatever captured her."

There was no way the System didn’t know. Until the moment I reached out to touch her breasts and pussy, this SD character had been cluttering my vision with countless images of it spraying nosebleeds, to the point I had to tell it to clear out.

[Hehe, the moment she took that pose, the Master Breeder’s lightning-fast wit moved to seal that cheeky sow’s movements...]

"I didn’t do a damn thing."

[Huh?]

"I said I didn’t do anything. That knightess froze up all on her own and started babbling about how I’d cast a spell on her or something. I haven’t added anything to the Pen Rules yet, other than the one forbidding suicide."

[What? That can’t be... Then perhaps that sow was trying to attack you, Master Breeder? That’s probably why she couldn’t move her body, just like when she tried to swing her sword earlier.]

"Maybe. I don’t fully understand the mechanics yet, so I can’t rule out the possibility. I’ll have to verify it later, but... it felt like that knightess was subconsciously surrendering her body to me. It was strange, like watching a female subtly fawning over a male."

From the moment I began stroking her belly, Eleonora’s body started to tremble. To an outsider, it might have looked like she was shaking with rage, but as the one actually touching that sow’s body, the moment I felt that vibration, I felt my cock suddenly grow even more magnificent.

It was as if she were a female emitting pheromones alongside coquettish gestures to seduce a male.

’Maybe she’s a female born with naturally powerful pheromones.’

The story from earlier pointed to it too.

No matter how you look at it, a knight supposedly broke into the bandits’ base, yet the guards—who should have been on high alert—abandoned their posts just because Eleonora was buck-naked?

Even if males are said to have a brain in their head and a brain in their dick, it makes no sense for both brains to be so completely mesmerized by a female that they’d lose all focus.

[Who knows? Maybe she lied just to warn you, like, ’I’m a terrifying woman, so keep that in mind.’]

"What part of ’I was rescued by my comrades while totally naked’ sounds like a terrifying woman? Now, if she meant ’I’m a woman who bewitches men like this, so be careful not to fall for me,’ that would be one thing."

Furthermore, when I brought up the theory that the knightess had taken that pose so often it was practically engraved into her subconscious, she started trembling again.

For a moment, I wondered if she was angry, as my hand resting on her crotch became soaked with her sweat.

And even though I was the one who ordered it, the way she instinctively slipped into that Sow Submission Pose...

The moment I saw that, my first thought was: ’Is the Status Window lying to me?’

"I’ll ask one more time. You’re sure the Status Window doesn’t lie, right?"

[Of course! It scans and synthesizes every detail of that sow’s life and deeds, so there’s no room for falsehood!]

I would have been satisfied with the first step—making the knightess humble her pride and perform lewd acts by simply taking a suggestive pose—but the reality exceeded my imagination.

According to the Status Window, Eleonora was a pure virgin who had never known a man.

And yet, unconsciously, her body—her instincts—had led her to take such a pose. Perhaps it was because the impact of her past trauma was that intense, or perhaps it was the catalyst that awakened something within her she hadn’t realized.

I wondered if she was trying to catch me off guard, but looking at her face, even she didn’t seem to know why she had taken that position. Seeing her do things I hadn’t even ordered her to do...

"She really might be a natural-born sow, just like you said. You’ve got a good eye, don’t you?"

[Eh? Y-Yes! Ahem, of course! Who do you think I am?! But... when did you collect all of those?]

The items the message window was referring to were the Mithril chains that had been shattered by Eleonora earlier.

Now, they were just lonely, defeated scraps sitting in the bucket I was holding.

"Can you smelt these chains into a different kind of tool? Just half of them. I have a use for the other half."

[A different tool? Yes, it’s possible... since they’re broken anyway and need to be reforged... Uh, wait? Why the welding equipment...?]

The SD character tilted its head as I began laying out welding tools, steel plates, and the broken Mithril chains from the warehouse without explanation.

"The wrench was like that, and if everything on this farm has changed, then this welding torch must have changed too."

If a mere wrench for cutting pig teeth was transformed into something that gave me the confidence to snap a knightess’s sword just by holding it, there was no reason the torch would be any different.

Just in case, I pulled up the torch’s status window. As expected:

[Flame of the Farm]

I didn’t know much about the effects or anything else, but it certainly had a grand name.

I didn’t know if it was possible to weld this bluish-green mineral—the kind of thing you’d only see in novels—using a torch that looked like it belonged in a common workshop rather than a forge manned by dwarves.

However, I slowly lowered my protective mask and brought the torch toward the steel plate in front of me.

"This is preparation for tomorrow."

[Tomorrow? What about this afternoon? Are you just going to leave her like that?]

Do you really think I’d just leave her be?

Of course, I’d tinkered with the Pen Rules a bit before coming out.

Even after Rafe left the pigsty, Eleonora remained in a state of stark nakedness.

As soon as he stepped out, she managed to frantically recover the clothes that were rolling around among the pigs. But the moment she tried to put them on, her arms felt heavy again. Just like before, she couldn’t lift them.

"Kh... I can’t even... pick up my clothes...!"

It was as if her hands were no longer her own.

No matter how much she struggled, her fingers wouldn’t open.

"Is this... more of that man’s trickery...?!"

When she placed both hands on the ground and crawled on all fours, she was allowed some degree of movement in her arms and hands. That meant he hadn’t completely taken control of her limbs. Then what was it?

—Oink?

—Oink, oink?

—Squeal?

"G-Get away...! I told you to get away!"

As if her mind wasn’t troubled enough, the pigs—now full and relaxed—began to gather around the new sow, Eleonora, who had entered their sty.

Just a moment ago, she had been screaming at them, but now she felt strangely familiar, like an old family member—or perhaps a fellow beast who only looked human. Intrigued by the appearance of this mysterious sow, the pigs quickly made Eleonora the star of the sty.

Furthermore, the sty she was currently in was reserved for castrated boars.

They might not be able to "get it up" anymore, but how could these boars, who hadn’t seen a female in ages, resist?

Especially when this sow was giving off such a distinct female scent.

They might have lost their balls, but their noses were still sharp as ever.

"I told you to get away, hngh! W-Why are you sniffing there?! I said get away!"

Eleonora was horrified as the pigs approached her backside, shoving their flat snouts against her. She tried to shake her hips to drive them off and emitted a murderous aura like before.

However, although she was a "new pig," she had been there for a while, and more importantly, the boars were full and content.

To these relaxed boars, the murderous intent Eleonora projected was treated as nothing more than the playful tantrums of a high-strung sow trying to seduce them.

"Y-You brutes?! Are you trying to humiliate me! Get back! Get away from me!"

Oink!

Oink, oink, oink!

She tried to chase them away, but the sight of her plump, tempting buttocks swaying before their eyes and her pussy reeking of a female only drew more boars toward her.

Eleonora had become the spectacle of the entire pigsty.

"Just you wait... I will never, ever forgive you!"

In the end, all Eleonora could do was crawl on top of her pile of clothes and lie flat like a turtle, trying her best to ward off the pigs.