Eleonora carefully poured the first scoop of cool water over her shoulders. The liquid cascaded down her sweat-slicked skin, tracing the curves of her heavy breasts and toned abdomen before dripping onto the straw below. For a brief moment, the refreshing chill brought her some relief.

But as the water reached her lower belly and flowed over her swollen, freshly-fucked pussy, her breath hitched.

’’Haa...’’

Thick, cloudy strings of Rafe’s semen mixed with her virgin blood immediately began to ooze out from between her puffy folds, carried by the water. The lewd sight of it dripping heavily from her crotch made her thighs tremble.

She scooped another ladleful, this time aiming lower. The cold water splashed directly against her sensitive slit, causing her pussy to clench hard. More semen gushed out in a thick glob, splattering wetly onto the floor of the pen.

’’...This... this is not enough...’’

No matter how much water she poured, the sticky seed deep inside her wouldn’t come out completely. It clung stubbornly to her inner walls, reminding her constantly of how thoroughly the man had filled her womb.

Eleonora bit her lower lip, her face burning with shame. She glanced around nervously. The pigs had quieted down, but she still felt exposed. Still, the urgent need to cleanse herself—to remove every last trace of that bastard’s cum before it took root—overpowered her hesitation.

She set the ladle aside and slowly lowered herself into the large rubber tub. The water rose around her body as she sat down. For a few seconds she simply soaked, trying to steady her breathing.

But the semen continued to leak out in lazy pulses, clouding the water around her crotch. Her hand moved almost on its own, sliding down her wet stomach until her fingers hovered just above her mound.

’Just... just a little deeper. I have to scoop it out properly...’

Her rational mind told her this was necessary. Nothing more.

Yet the moment her fingertips brushed against her slick, puffy pussy lips, a sharp jolt of unwanted pleasure shot up her spine.

’’Nngh...!’’

She froze, but only for a heartbeat. Then, with a determined expression, Eleonora pushed two fingers between her folds and slowly sank them inside her cum-filled cunt.

’It feels... strange. I merely inserted a finger, yet... is it because I am touching my own private parts for the first time? It feels so odd...’

It was a sensation as if her body belonged to a separate creature, not herself. Having made this strange assessment of her own pussy, Eleonora slowly began to push her fingers deeper inside.

’’Nnngh...!’’

Even though her hands were rough for a woman’s, surely there was a difference between a man’s hand and hers? Fighting the wet, fleshy resistance of her meat walls pushing her back—Squelch-Squelch—Eleonora began to advance little by little.

’Haaah... This is to remove the cum. That is the only reason...!’

Despite the noble goal of preventing the disaster of pregnancy, she was essentially finger-fucking her own pussy. Perhaps because this was another ’first time’ in her life, Eleonora’s face flushed a deep, shameful red.

Squelch... schlick...

With every movement of her hand, she felt the female meat walls churning against the sensation of cum leaking down her fingers. The sticky, obscene wet noises filled her ears with every slow thrust. She wanted to cover her ears, but her hands were occupied.

’This is my pussy... the sound ringing from my pussy...’

Seeing it, hearing it, feeling it at her fingertips—three of her five senses were assaulting her heart. Her chest began to tickle with arousal.

’’Huuuh... Haaah...’’

What was this? Why was she so tense? She scolded herself over and over that this was solely to avoid bearing the child of her rapist. Yet, every time her fingers disappeared into her wet slit, her heart pounded, and her breath grew ragged.

It was a strange sensation, as if she had discovered something new she had never seen before... returning to her days as a greenhorn.

The hair binding the bell to Eleonora’s glans—her clitoris—vibrated taut like a piano wire.

’It is nothing. This is... nothing... because...’

"Haaah... Haaah..."

Even as she gasped with a flushed face, did she truly believe whispering such lies to herself would work? Even now, as she panted roughly with two knuckles buried completely inside her pussy?

If a hundred passersby saw her now, every single one would judge her a slutty sow, panting as she finger-fucked her own cunt.

A mother walking with her child would have covered the child’s eyes and fled in horror. But Eleonora, oblivious to her own wretched state, was solely focused on digging into her crotch.

Squelch... schlick... squelch... schlick...

How much time had passed? She was exploring her own depths but couldn’t get past two knuckles.

’Do not... push it out... Do not push it out, I say...!’

The cause was none other than her own pussy. The lewd folds of this native inhabitant kept rejecting her own fingers.

It was as if her body desperately rejected anything that wasn’t a cock—denying entry to a female body part instead of a male’s. As a result, Eleonora was slowly exhausting herself in a lewd siege warfare of pushing and pulling within her own vagina.

Though unintended, looking at her state now, Eleonora was essentially masturbating.

Having just lost her virginity, with her clitoris hyper-stimulated and her body sensitive, she was dragging out a battle that should have been short. The virgin (formerly) sow was unconsciously drowning in her first-ever act of self-pleasure.

A pleasure different from the massive cock that ruthlessly trampled her virginity.

A lewd manual dexterity, different from the brutal hands that had performed the grotesque procedure of leaving her clitoris in a state of permanent erection.

’’Hngh, gwaaaaaah... Come ouuuut...!’’

It would have been better had she never known. But having tasted the pleasure of the flesh once, the female named Eleonora demanded even greater stimulation.

Eleonora was too busy gasping to realize she was stepping into a deep quagmire; the more she tasted, the deeper she sank.

Squelch-Sqeulch..!

’’Huuuung...♥!’’

As her fingers scooped out love juices mixed with semen, a sweet moan escaped her lips, and her tongue—which had been quiet—began to writhe, clamoring to be let out.

’The cum, I must extract it... This is no time for this...!’

As if playing a prank on her, the lewd, used pussy—which hadn’t even fully released the aftershocks of the climax with Rafe—began to bite and suck on her fingers. Even stranger moans spilled from Eleonora’s mouth.

’It shouldn’t... feel good... I’m not fingering my pussy to get off... so whyyyyy...!’

If she just pushed a little deeper, she could spit out the lumps of semen filling her womb. But this high, this pounding in her chest... the pussy that still remembered the glory of the virgin-breaking cock was blocking her, munching on her fingers like a mouth.

At this rate, she would cum again.

Regardless of whether the hair securing her clitoris snapped or not, she would convulse in orgasm and her pussy would twitch and release.

"Kuh, nnnngh...haaah!’’

But it was just a little more. Just a little deeper, and she would reach those semen clumps. She could already feel the faint sensation touching her fingertips. It was certain.

But for that, she needed to stab her pussy more boldly...

Could she withstand it? She, who was already erecting her nipples and on the verge of cumming from the slightest stimulation?

’Have confidence. Confidence... Abandon hesitation, as always...!’

Just as she always had. Walk straight without doubt or anxiety on the path she chose. Just like the day she threw off her clothes to protect the Princess.

Instead of sinking slowly into the quagmire by dragging time with useless thoughts, she would advance in a single stroke.

’’Phew... Just as I have always done, I shall break through without hesitation.’’

Yes, escape! To escape this lawless male who sought to trample her hope, she must cast aside hesitation and act proudly. More proudly than ever. Harboring no doubts about the path she walked.

’’Heeuuuuup!!’’

As Eleonora took a deep breath, her eyes snapped open, and strength began to surge into the Knightess’s hand.

’Pour all power not into the fingers, but the fingertips. And... NOW!’

At the moment her breath stopped after inhaling to the limit of her lungs,

Eleonora shoved her fingers in with all her might.

SHHHLICK-!

A wet sound reminiscent of mating rang out. But Eleonora, eyes wide and glaring fiercely at her own pussy, seemed determined to deny the sow she had been just moments ago, moaning in pleasure.

Having rammed her index and middle fingers completely inside her pussy, she immediately churned her fingers, crushing and scattering the thick lumps of semen that filled her hole until they were mush.

SQUELCH-SQUELCH-SQUELCH!!

The filthy, slurping sound echoed through the incredibly silent pigsty.

Yet, amidst it all, there were no moans, no cries of pleasure, not even the sound of breathing.

The lewd noises rang out ceaselessly for several minutes. Finally, the fingers that had been stirring the pussy for so long were pulled out—Schlorp—accompanied by the death rattle of her pussy.

Only then did Eleonora squeeze her eyes shut, exhaling the breath she had been holding and panting deeply.

"I have crushed all the clumps... Now I just need to expel them all..."

Some semen might have already entered her uterus, so the threat of pregnancy wasn’t entirely gone, but she was ready to expel the semen clumps most likely to impregnate her.

’Now, I just need to push the cum out like before...!’

But as they say, life never goes according to plan. Eleonora carefully lifted her head and opened her eyes, only to let out a gasp at the countless eyes staring right at her.

—Oink?

—Oink!

—Oink-oink-oink!

’’S-Since when...?!’’

They were not human. Just beasts. Beasts that couldn’t even act as males, possessing nothing but useless cocks. But realizing she was standing in the spotlight of this banquet of countless eyes, Eleonora froze stone-still in her place.