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

What I kept in here were mainly medicines like penicillin. This refrigerator was the place to store drugs that couldn’t be kept at room temperature and required careful handling under constant refrigeration.

[B-But... why do you suddenly need antibiotics...?]

"I saw messages earlier saying she was being chased by pursuers and had been fighting and clashing with them. Judging by that, it doesn’t seem like there’s much of a civilizational difference between her world and the one Eleonora came from."

[That’s true. I mean, she is a resident living in the same world as that Sow!]

"I suspected as much, but so it’s true, huh?"

Anyway, if that was the case, then their method of fighting likely involved spears, swords, and flying arrows rather than the bullets and missiles of modern society.

And considering the status messages mentioned people were injured, the thought occurred to me that there must be a risk of tetanus.

I didn’t exactly have abundant medical knowledge, but I had heard somewhere that penicillin-based antibiotics were used for tetanus.

Of course, tetanus itself often develops from bacteria in soil entering wounds rather than just rust, but you never know.

Moreover, even if it wasn’t specifically tetanus, they had been running a long way without even the time to worry about their empty pockets.

There might be weakened immunity or bacterial infections through the wounds on their bodies.

[U-Uh, ummm... I g-guess so...? A-Hahaha...]

"?"

But here, another problem arises. As I just said, I am not a doctor. My medical knowledge is at the level of applying iodine to a cut or taking a Tylenol for a headache.

I don’t know the side effects that might occur from administering this indiscriminately.

There is no such thing as a perfect drug in this world, so surely, administering this blindly could lead to unknown side effects...

[It’s fine! I checked everything, and there are absolutely no side effects even if you inject it! Ahem, there won’t be any!]

"...You’re acting suspicious, aren’t you?"

Judging by the context, her tone seemed to imply, ’It doesn’t look like it’s particularly needed,’ or something like that.

Of course, since it wasn’t a voice but a conversation using text in a message window, I couldn’t know the details, but it felt like she was hiding something from me...

[No, I’m not! I’m not hiding anything! Like I said before, I am ready to dedicate my everything for the Master Breeder’s convenience!]

"Everything? How far does ’everything’ go?"

[E-Everything means everything!]

Why are you asking such a thing!

As if embarrassed to even say it, the SD Character with a bright red face floated a speech bubble saying ’No lewd things!’ while pressing her palms against her cheeks.

"You’re still acting awfully fishy... I don’t know about other things, but if I catch you hiding something from me..."

[I-If I get caught...?]

"If you get caught, what do you think will happen? Since you dared to try and trick me, you’ll have to pay the appropriate price. Right now, there’s a master-servant relationship between us, but there’s no guarantee how long that will last."

If, and this is a big if, the day comes when I break in the sows including Eleonora...

"I will use whatever means necessary to drag you out here and break you in as my own personal breeding sow."

[Hiii-eeek?!]

"So behave yourself. Got it!?"

[Oiiiink! I mean, y-yes, yeees, sir!]

"?"

The end was a bit weird, but I suddenly realized I hadn’t mentioned the fact that I had discovered this... or rather, there was no need to mention it, so I hadn’t said anything.

Anyway, following her words, I slowly lifted the medicine bottle and dragged it to the place with the attach button.

The bottle in my hand disappeared with a poof, and a new message appeared before my eyes.

[Attachment 1: 1 Bottle of Penicillin]

"Ah, so it attaches like this?"

Having confirmed it, I quickly pressed the cancel button, and the bottle of penicillin was retrieved and returned to me.

Holding the penicillin, I went to the next room and tore open the plastic packaging of the syringes that hadn’t even been opened yet, asking a question as I did.

"How many family members does [Someone in Another World] have in total?"

[Huh? Are you planning to send the syringes too?]

To be precise, they were syringes prepared with penicillin, but the message sent back the number 21 as soon as I finished speaking.

"...he’s more capable than I thought. Is his wife a factory line?"

Perhaps he is the eldest son of a family and is leading his nieces, nephews, and other relatives on this escape.

[Umm... I calculated it, and you don’t need to worry about side effects. Since he is such a strong type, just these antibiotics alone might serve as a panacea for him.]

Before I knew it, 21 syringes were ready for deployment, the penicillin sloshing inside their transparent bellies.

Before sending the syringes, to notify him about this, I opened the message window sent to [Someone] and wrote a short message: ’What are you doing?’

Several minutes passed.

"...Is he sleeping?"

[It seems so! He’s been a fugitive with hiw family for the past few weeks, so it makes sense he’d be exhausted.]

[Someone in Another World has finished preparing to accept the revelation of the Master Breeder who called him in his dreams! He is kneeling and reporting!]

"..."

It’s still a burden of a reply, undeniably. But while it might be burdensome right now, there couldn’t be a more appropriate way to explain the concept of injections and how to administer them to a culture where I didn’t even know if the concept of bacteria existed.

I immediately put the syringes into an apron that had a front pocket reminiscent of a kangaroo’s pouch, along with a brief explanation of the syringes and where to inject them.

I rolled up the apron and dragged it over the attach button just like before.

With the apron disappearing with a poof, a message window popped up.

[Attachment 1: Apron]

[Attachment 2: 21 Syringes (Medicine Included)]

"The problem is how to retrieve this, but that’s a problem for later. First, send."

I had given enough explanation and trusted that I had hammered it into her head enough to call it a divine revelation. As I pressed the send button, a reply came back immediately.

[Someone in Another World cannot hide his astonishment at the items placed by his bedside!]

[Someone in Another World is waking his family to announce that the Master Breeder has appeared in his dream!]

[Someone in Another World is praising the Master Breeder’s omnipotence and has begun baring his family’s asses!]

I’m going crazy.

Truly, a feast of messages that makes me dizzy just looking at them.

Waiting with a nervous heart as the message window didn’t update for a moment—likely because he was in the middle of giving the injections—a new message soon popped up with a ding.

[Someone in Another World is shedding tears at the sight of his family regaining their vitality and health the moment the injections were administered! Someone in Another World has sworn obedience to you, claiming he and his remaining family will do anything for the Master Breeder!]

Isn’t the performance a little too guaranteed, Penicillin?