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

Eleonora sensed this too, flustering so much she couldn’t hide her blatant panic. Why is the Breeder acting like this when he usually backs off if I refuse adamantly?

Why is the Breeder, who usually retreats if I compromise appropriately, doing this?

This sow, possessing the impudent mindset of seeing me not as a Master but as a mere ’Breeder’ who brings her feed, rolled her eyes around, trying to gauge my reaction. But I had no intention of giving her any mental leeway.

"If you don’t like it, starve. As you said, a Grand Master is perfectly fine without eating or drinking for a month, right? That works out well. You don’t have to eat what you don’t want to."

"W-Wait?! I begged, didn’t I?! I asked you to let me suck it! To let me eat it! Why are you putting your cock away?!"

As I began to leisurely adjust my pants, the only thing Eleonora could do was stomp her feet in desperation.

And witnessing my cock disappearing into my underwear right before her eyes, Eleonora’s blue eyes widened as if they were about to burst. Then, squeezing her eyes shut tightly, Eleonora screamed.

"I-I’ll take it in my pussy!"

"What?"

"Your piss... I’m saying I’ll receive Master’s urine in my pussy! My mouth... pussy needs mental preparation, and wouldn’t you prefer a toilet you’re already familiar with?! S-So... for the time being... that..."

Piss in my pussy.

A murmur leaked out from Eleonora, who was biting her lip hard.

"You’ll spread it open for me whenever I need to go?"

"...Yes. A-Anytime you want, I will spread wide. Even if I am sleeping, it doesn’t matter... just piss inside my pussy."

Eleonora teared up from the humiliation. Unable to overcome her own carnal lust, she forced herself to call me Master, and with her own mouth—the mouth of a Knight—she declared that her pussy could be used as a toilet.

Knowing she couldn’t take back those words, and feeling the wretched reality that she had taken another step toward corruption, she hung her head low as if vomiting up her misery. But...

"...♥"

[This sow is seriously a hopeless masochist.]

Trickle...

With a faint wet sound, love juice began to dribble out from Eleonora’s pussy. It would be fine to leave Eleonora like this, savoring the afterglow of her climax, but...

A sow must always prioritize her Master’s pleasure.

"Here is your reward."

At the word "reward," Eleonora snapped her head up.

Strictly speaking, the word "reward" was a bit generous considering her pride had been crumpled into dust. "Compensation" might have been more accurate for what she was owed.

However, in a master-servant relationship—especially one with a sow lower than a slave—the concept of fair compensation seemed contradictory. Feeling no need to correct myself, I spat out the word "reward" again.

"R-Reward...!"

Even Eleonora, still dazed and reeling from the afterglow of her climax, caught on. She tried to say something, but as soon as she saw my hands undoing my belt and pulling down my pants, she audibly gulped, licking her lips as she stared wordlessly at my crotch.

Since I gave up my body to this extent, hand over the cock.

It was a gaze far too impure to be directing at one’s Master.

[L-L-Look at her! Look at her looking up at the Master Breeder without knowing her place!]

But I could overlook this much.

After all, she had essentially declared that she was abandoning her pride and the rights to her own body.

Demanding more discipline here would be like throwing cold water on someone who was completely wasted—or rather, thoroughly enjoying herself.

Furthermore, whether dealing with beasts or humans, the principle of "rewards and penalties" between a superior and a subordinate must be clear. History is full of national crises caused by failures in this exact principle.

[But why don’t you give me a reward?]

The SD Character popped up in front of my eyes, bouncing around with a look of injustice.

I was just standing here, and she came up demanding a reward on her own accord. Should I call her shameless? Or, judging by her earlier comments, was she just jealous of Eleonora?

I couldn’t fathom her true intentions, but as she puffed out her cheeks in a sulk, my cock—which had flopped out of my pants—lightly tapped Eleonora’s cheek as if to show it off.

Slap.

"What is this..."

Even though she was slapped on the cheek by a cock, not a hand, there was no anger. Instead, her expression was a complex mix of emotions: relief that what she wanted had finally arrived, and a lingering denial that she hated this but had no choice.

However, that hesitation was fleeting. Eleonora flared her nostrils, sniffing around the glans.

Sniff, Sniff.

Then, with a long Ssuuuuup sound, she began to inhale deeply, shaking her head lightly from the tip to the base of my shaft.

"Haaaaah..."

Any remaining trace of displeasure vanished completely.

With the hazy, glazed eyes of a heat-struck female, Eleonora shivered in ecstasy. Then, surprisingly, she planted a small kiss on my glans.

Smooch.

"Aaaah... To think it has come to this, that I would offer my kiss to your cock... You wicked, absolutely eviil..."

"Oh really?"

It was a fleeting moment, a short peck often called a bird kiss. But seemingly convinced that I wouldn’t take the cock away immediately, Eleonora started babbling whatever she pleased.

[Ughhh!! I’m so envious! I’m so jealous!]

The SD Character hopped around Eleonora, biting her handkerchief with jealous eyes. It seemed she wanted to shout that that spot belonged to her and snatch it away, but... well, what could I do?

After all, this cute two-headed chibi creature was only visible to my eyes.

Regardless, Eleonora was sighing heavily over the cock she cradled so preciously in her two hands.

"Haaaaah... What is this thing... Just what is this thing... This dirty, ugly cock that stole my purity... why am I so..."

If one only listened to her words, it sounded like the lament of a tragic Knightess bemoaning her fate.

But this was the same woman who declared she would offer her pussy as a toilet just to taste my cock and seed.

"Slurp..."

The reality was quite different. She was a lewd Knightess, breathing the hot, fetid breath of an estrus female onto the cock in her hands to make it hard, smacking her lips in anticipation of the meat she was about to taste.

"Bleeep..."

Twice, three times, she breathed hot air onto my shaft before sticking out her tongue.

Immediately, the tip of her tongue pecked at the still-flaccid meat, poking specifically at the slit—the urethra.

Then, she lifted my cock onto her tongue and wrapped around it instantly, like a serpent devouring its prey.

"Chuuu-wuck! Sluuuuurp...! Schlick! Really... such a ferocious, shameless cock...!"

Of course, a human tongue is only so long, so she barely managed to cover the glans.

But Eleonora seemed to die of happiness just from that. Her eyes curved into a lewd smile as she puckered her lips out long like an octopus, slowly beginning to swallow the head.

Schluuuuuurp! Jyuuuuup!!

"Wow, look at that face."

[Seriously vulgar! Is that thing... really a Knightess?]

She wore the expression of a female so obscene it was something you’d only expect to see during a vacuum fellatio scene in porn—a face a noble Knightess should never make.