This Chapter may cause discomfort depending on your preferences. If you have an aversion to gore or grotesque descriptions, it is recommended that you skip this episode. You won’t miss or feel much if you skip now. [Scenes like this will be rarer than a 1 in 1000 physique of Pang Clan young master.]

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’’See! This is exactly why I have this device! Because you struggle like this! If you thrash around, I can’t do my work, can I?’’

"No, no! Even so... doing such, such a thing... it can’t be possible!"

’’Hahahaha! You’ve gone pale as a ghost! Scared witless, are we? Did you finally realize what’s about to happen to you?! If I knew you’d be this terrified, maybe I should have just covered your eyes with a blindfold?’’

Seeing Eleonora thrashing about, desperately trying to escape, Rafe burst into a hearty laugh, as if finally satisfied by her fear.

Eleonora wanted nothing more than to snap back at him, but given the dire situation, she focused all her energy on escaping. Yet, her body refused to budge.

’’Why, why...! Why use such a crude scrap of metal...!’’

’’I was surprised too. To think a system window would pop up asking if I wanted to register this crude castration rack I made with my own hands?’’

’’What are you talking about! Release me at once! I said release me!’’

It was a castration stock specifically designed for sows, crafted by Rafe with great care solely for this moment.

Originally, a castration rack is nothing more than a device to fix the hind legs to a metal funnel, holding the pig upside down with its head inserted.

However, in the case of this custom-made rack for sows, it was designed to force the female into a mating press position, with limbs secured by Mithril chains. It was Rafe’s personal masterpiece, built purely for Eleonora.

Of course, since he wasn’t a professional manufacturer, it was only slightly better than a pile of scrap metal, which would naturally cause anxiety.

However, that anxiety vanished the moment a message window appeared upon its completion.

[ Would you like to register the Sow Castration Rack (Temporary) as a farm asset? YES/NO ]

Naturally, there was no need to hesitate.

’’Eeeek! Break, damn yooouuu...!’’

’’Last time, you managed to break the Mithril chains with your brute strength, but this time is different. These are fragments of the same Mithril chains, but they’ve been reinforced by my power.’’

As he watched her pussy twitch every time her hips bucked, Rafe giggled like a child and stroked her buttocks.

Eleonora feeling Race hands, couldn’t help but screamed.

’’This is... w-wrong! The usage is wrong!’’

’’Usage? In what way is the usage wrong?’’

’’Because I... I am not a male, am I not?!’’

’Not a male?’’

I had no idea!

Seeing Rafe’s sly, greasy smile as he slowly began to stroke her pussy, Eleonora couldn’t help but tremble at his creeping touch.

"What is he trying to do to my pussy! Those tools! Those are definitely tools for leaving his mark on my sex! What is he planning—what in the world—!"

The more she thought about what was going to happen to her, the more her hips jerked in panic.

"Y-You said it yourself! This is a rack for castrating males! That means it’s a device for removing testicles, but..."

"...But?"

’’I... I am not a male, am I nooooooot!’ I am nooooot—! Noooo—!"

Eleonora’s ’Female Declaration’ (?) echoed thunderously through the pigsty. The resounding shout from the Grand Master’s superior vocal cords momentarily shook the entire building, making even the mountains and streams facing her exposed pussy tremble in fear.

"Female? A female, huh..."

"Y-Yes! I am a female! A female, I tell you! So what reason, what on earth is there to c-castrate me!"

She was rambling, babbling incoherently. Though unconscious of it, she was desperately appealing to Rafe by referring to herself as a female. However, Rafe looked down at her as if asking what the problem was.

’’So what if you’re a female?’’

’’Does the man who claimed he would break me into a sow not even know the difference between male and female?! Here, look! My p-pussy doesn’t have those things attached, does it!’’

"Those things?"

What’s that?

Rafe shamelessly tilted his head at Eleonora’s words.

Eleonora knew he was feigning ignorance, but the situation was so critical that she couldn’t think straight.

’’B-Balls! I do not have balls attached to me! That means this rack is wrong from its very design purpose!’’

As if telling him to look closely, Eleonora lifted her hips with all her might, emphasizing her twitching pussy even in this desperate situation.

’Certainly, you don’t have balls attached, do you?"

"Right! Do I have to teach you even this?! If you stop now, I will forgive you, so hurry and release these restrai—"

"But there is an egg here."

"Egg?! An egg, you say... Hiiiek!?"

Squelch.

Just as Rafe’s hand seemed to reach toward her platinum pubic hair, he suddenly dodged past and snatched the clitoris hiding above her pussy hole. Eleonora screamed involuntarily.

"There’s an egg right here. It’s hard and swollen enough to grab in my hand, so why are you lying?"

With great power comes great responsibility; fitting for her large clitoris, there was a large hood covering it.

"Huuh? The egg is clearly right here, so why lie about it?"

"Stoooop!! Don’t grab it! Don’t pinch it!!"

As her clitoris—a woman’s primary erogenous zone and most sensitive part—was captured, Eleonora could do nothing but wail helplessly.

But as if that wasn’t enough to satisfy him, he began to knead and roll her little bean between his thumb and index finger as if pulling it upwards.

All Eleonora could do was to make noises and thrash her body.

’’Stop! Stoooop...! Why, why do you keep tormenting me! Why keep touching my clitoris...?!’’

As he continued to knead it with his thumb and forefinger, gathering the flesh of the nub as if trying to squeeze something out, Eleonora finally realized what he intended to do. She tried to struggle, but the sensation of cold alcohol pouring over the hood covering her clitoris made her flinch violently.

’’Stay still. I’ve cut open plenty of pigs, but this is my first time operating on this part of a sow. If you move, you’re the only one who’ll get hurt, understand?’’

Was this his plan all along?

Was this posture, which left her pussy completely exposed to see exactly what was happening to it, a ploy for this very moment from the start?!

’’Just to show off that I am nothing but a sow to him... To make me watch clearly as my pussy is broken by his hands... It’s an absurd training method designed to imprint fear of him into me...!’’

Rafe didn’t just dab the alcohol-soaked cotton; he practically poured the bottle to sterilize the area cleanly. When he lifted the scalpel, Eleonora screamed as if making her last stand.

’’Haa... D-Don’t be ridiculous! Do you think the body of a Grand Master will be easily wounded by such a piece of scrap metal?! You’re the one who will get hurt— Kughhhhaaaah?!’’

Despite her defiant shout claiming it was impossible, fresh blood began to flow from her clitoris. Eleonora went stiff, screaming a soundless scream.

’Anesthesia... well, it’s not like I have a veterinarian license, and is there any reason to use anesthesia on a pig in the first place?’

’’Aaah, aaaggghhhk...!?’’

Without a shred of hesitation, Rafe’s hand began to wield the scalpel against the hood covering her clitoris.

But Eleonora, the owner of that body, was forced to simply watch.

’’I heard somewhere that the clitoris has 8,000 live nerve endings, making it incredibly sensitive and easy to feel pleasure. Ideally, a sow shouldn’t be hiding such a fine bean from her Master, should she?’’

’’Hee... eeeek...! S-Such, disgrace, such humiliation, uuughhh...?!’’

How long had it been since she felt such pain?

It was only the skin covering that tiny piece of flesh being cut away.

Yet, an immense agony, incomparable to any blow she had ever taken in her life, came crashing over her.

’’Kughhh... Huuuughhh...!’’

’’I told you, you’ll get hurt if you move. Besides, you’re making such a fuss over removing just a little husk...’’

He was truly doing it as if removing the testicles of a pig. Using the clitoris he gripped with his thumb and index finger as a guide, he sliced vertically—sliiit—and spread the incised foreskin. Rafe dug into the gap and pulled Eleonora’s clitoris out as if uprooting it.

He could have done it slowly, removing just a part of the hood, but he insisted on slicing it in half and dragging the nub out—an eccentric act.

But in Rafe hands, having decided to treat Eleonora thoroughly as a sow, there was no hesitation.

He simply moved his hands as if performing a task that had to be done, silent and efficient as always.

Watching Rafe nonchalantly cut away the flaps of skin split to the left and right, and seeing the reflection of a sow in his eyes, Eleonora muttered involuntarily.

’’Treating me like a pig! Like a piiiiiiig...!’’

She had wandered through countless battlefields and heard unspeakable insults from bandits and barbarians, but this man touching her body right now was truly treating her like livestock.

’’Hmm, well, I feel a bit bad cutting off your foreskin without saying anything, so ask me something. I’ll answer honestly.’’

He would answer honestly? Eleonora, the pitiful sow who couldn’t even struggle due to the pain, opened her mouth as if seizing the opportunity.

’’Do... do all pigs go through this process...?’’

’’Right? For male pigs, it’s just like your clitoris here. I slice the scrotum, and then squeeze out the balls through the slit like popping a pimple or a boil... But is that really all you want to ask?’’

A real sow! She’s a total sow!

Since she asked, he answered, but Rafe muttered in disbelief at the strange nature of her question. However, Eleonora, half out of her mind, didn’t hear him and only kept murmuring about pigs.

’’A pig... I’m a pig... Am I truly becoming a pig...! Such disgrace, such humiliation... what am I to do...! I’ve become a pig, I aaaaam...!’’

’’Why are you thinking so hard? Just oink and be done with it.’’

’’Shut, uuuup...!’’

She tried to circulate her mana to reduce the pain, but the Mithril tightly binding her limbs absorbed it, only constricting her further.

’’To think that I, in this unknown foreign land, am being treated like a pig by the hands of such a commoner...!’’

In the end, all Eleonora could do was struggle and stare resentfully at her clitoris, which now popped out prominently from between the I-shaped incision in her foreskin, exposed by his hands.