Chapter 133 Joy of Life
Chapter 133: 133 Joy of Life
"Hnnngh...! Master’s cock! Master’s delicious cock! No matter how many times I eat it, I just can’t get enough of Master’s coooock...!"
Amidst the fierce chaotic battle between the Crusaders and the Orcs, inside a barrier surrounded by pure white light, the platinum-blonde Sow Knight, Eleonora, was riding atop a man, dancing wildly.
Squelch!
Every time her full-moon-like, plump buttocks bounced up and down, her gaping pussy slit would vomit out the dark red shaft it had been greedily swallowing, only to devour it again.
Each time her ass engulfed him, her waist arched back, and the rings and chains piercing her pink nipples danced wildly in the air like leaves in the wind, synchronized with the heaving of her breasts.
"I need to... hurry and receive your cum, your semen... but my p-pussy is so happy! It loves gulping down Master’s delicious cock so much that it’s getting loose, I can’t stoooop...♥"
She didn’t care who was watching. Eleonora willingly offered her vulva to her owner, shaking her hips and offering her everything atop the man who had broken her into this state.
"Everyone is watching, yet I’m shaking my hips on top of the Master who corrupted me like this... Such immorality...!"
"You like it though."
"Hnnnnnggghh...♥"
For the man who was leisurely enjoying her service, solely for him, for the one and only Master who had corrupted her into such a lewd creature, Eleonora happily shook her waist. Again and again.
"Is my pussy... getting tastier...?"
"It’s always the best, don’t ask obvious stuff."
"Fufu, it makes me happy every time I hear it, so I ask, and ask again...♥"
"You sly little thing!"
Just so her Master could be satisfied and ejaculate, prioritizing Rafe’s pleasure over her own, she squeezed and pinched her own bursting breasts hard enough to bruise, purely to entertain his eyes.
In a way, she was a vulgar whore. In another, she was a female knight who had dedicated her all to her god. These two contradictory existences coexisted within the single female body of Eleonora.
—Kuh, ugh...
—Sir Eleonora...
And at that moment, inside the barrier of light where no one could interfere, the Crusader who had momentarily lost consciousness from Eleonora’s ferocious strike opened his eyes.
"Haaahngh, if I just enjoy myself like this, I can’t go fight...!"
"Just make me cum then?"
"This cock is so delicious... if I overeat, I might get a stomach ache...♥"
Barely managing to open his eyes, he saw a naked Eleonora shamelessly accepting the man’s member with her vulva, grinding her waist round and round.
It wasn’t just anyone; it was that Eleonora. The paragon of knights, the pinnacle of swordsmanship praised by all warriors as the strongest female knight. Yet there she was, devoid of shame, desperately shaking her ass and howling lewdly just to receive a man’s seed right in front of them.
Was he seeing a hallucination?
Or was he dreaming a terrible nightmare?
"What are you going to do if a Knightess can’t even control her own condition?"
"I am swoooorryyyy...! Master’s coooock... it’s too yummmmy... I think I’m gonna overeeeeat...♥"
Could that platinum-blonde woman, her tongue lolling out in pleasure, just be someone who bore a terrible resemblance to Eleonora? He tried to entertain that thought, but...
How could he explain those breasts that looked ready to burst?
Just like Eleonora, not only among the women in the military but across the entire continent, where and how could one find another woman with such a strikingly identical face and such massive breasts?
Of course, he had been certain it was Eleonora from the moment she first appeared, swinging that massive greatsword with one hand as if it weighed nothing—the very greatsword engraved with the royal crest, though now stained with filth here and there.
Not just her face or her breasts, but that simple hand movement, wielding such an absurdly large weapon as if it were part of her own body. That alone forced him to realize that this naked nympho who knew no shame was indeed the Eleonora they knew.
But leaving everything else aside, how—how could this young Crusader, who had once been saved by her on the battlefield, ever forget her? Desperately, he began to force his body up.
Years ago, the Goddess’s Swords, including this young Crusader, had carried out a large-scale military operation dubbed the "Great Purge" to protect the continent from the wicked hordes running rampant, following the Goddess’s will.
Countless skirmishes took place, but one day, about ten Crusaders, including this young knight, found themselves surrounded by monsters that outnumbered them dozens to one.
It was a day he could never forget.
Because on that day alone, five of his brothers left for the Goddess’s side.
For five of the Goddess’s Crusaders—warriors said to be worth a hundred men each—to die during an operation, the number of monsters surrounding them that day was truly beyond imagination.
They fought and fought, but with no end to the monsters in sight, just as he thought he and his remaining brothers would also depart for the Goddess’s side...
Suddenly, the horde of monsters was swept away like fallen leaves by a broom. And the platinum-blonde Knightess who was now shaking her waist before his eyes—Eleonora appeared.
As if words were unnecessary, with just a single glance telling them to follow, she took the lead in front of him and his brothers and began to annihilate the enemies. That day, she was...
Although it might be blasphemous for a Crusader serving the Goddess to say, she cut down enemies with such overwhelming martial prowess that she deserved to be called a Goddess of the Battlefield.
Just one person. Eleonora alone had intruded, yet the tide of battle turned in an instant. That day, they not only miraculously survived but achieved victory.
The thought that she was like a Goddess of the Battlefield was something the young Crusader kept buried in his heart, but ever since then, as a warrior, as a knight, and as a human being, he had come to admire Eleonora.
How could he not admire her?
Unlike him, she didn’t come from a distinguished family. She came from the streets, her origins unknown, facing all sorts of discrimination and hardship. Yet, silently trusting only in her single sword, she claimed the title of the Kingdom’s Strongest, the Continent’s Strongest. She was a hero among heroes.
So how could he not respect her?
Unlike Eleonora, who was a Grand Master, he was barely scraping the edge of the Master level. Catching up to her seemed impossible for now, but hoping to one day become like her, he had devoted himself to training, rain or shine...
But look at her now.
"Someone’s watching from behind."
"Watching or not, Hnnngh! It doesn’t matter! No, rather, I want to show them! I have to imprint on them that this Eleonora belongs to Master...♥"
She wants to show them?
Her naked body? Her genitals?
That noble female knight, whose pride and self-esteem as a knight serving the kingdom were so strong... completely naked, her body adorned with filthy accessories designed to incite a man’s lust, and even throwing her sword—her very pride—carelessly onto the ground.
Just to receive sperm from that man!
That noble knight had fallen completely, calling herself a sow, exposing her naked body, getting aroused by the gazes pouring onto her, and rejoicing in it.
To receive that man’s favor, she had happily crushed her former comrade-in-arms without a shred of hesitation. Witnessing such clear evidence with his own eyes, he had no choice but to admit it.
Eleonora had fallen.
Not due to greed for wealth or desire for success, but for lust.
The sword of humanity, who once fought for mankind, was now nothing more than a filthy woman corrupted by carnal desire, fawning over a man and happily spreading her legs to receive his cock regardless of who was watching.
The brother who had been trapped here with him had already been obliterated by Eleonora’s strike just moments ago, leaving nothing behind. Suddenly, he realized it. He had died by Eleonora’s hand.
The young Crusader wondered.
Why did he survive? Just moments ago, he had tried to help his brother and block Eleonora’s strike, but he couldn’t withstand that corruption-filled, destructive blow.
So why was he alive?
If it was Eleonora, if it was that absurd strike, she could have easily crushed him too. Why? Why was he alive? Why didn’t Eleonora follow up with another attack?
Cough!
The young Crusader suddenly felt his stomach turning inside out, blood refluxing through his throat and spilling from his mouth. Seeing his already broken arms, he finally realized.
He hadn’t survived. There was just no need to kill him.
He was already as good as dead.
His arms were broken, their sensation completely gone. Even trying to stand made his body stagger uncontrollably. His internal organs must have been completely crushed and shattered by the shockwave.
"Aah! Master, are you... are you gonna cum?! Finally, inside this Eleonora’s sow pussy, Master’s semen?!"
"You’re so hot I was holding back, but I can’t anymore."
"Aaaaah... giving me such undeserved praise so many times today... are you trying to make me die of happiness...♥"
Eleonora, who had been shaking her hips atop the man all this time, buried her face in his chest and hugged him tight, staying in that position.
He couldn’t die like this.
He had to do something, at least!
Squirming on the ground, the young Crusader opened his mouth toward his broken sword, the silver blade that was slowly losing its luster, and bit down hard on it.
Because it was a double-edged sword, blood seeped from the corners of his mouth where he bit the blade, but the young Crusader staggered, barely managing to stand up, and began to take one step, then another.
Toward where Eleonora was.
"Although I dedicated this sword and my life to the Goddess... I must repay the debt of saving my life and my brothers’ lives that day..."
It wasn’t far. If he could just kill that man, the source that corrupted that noble knightess... even if his life ended here, the peace of the continent would be preserved.
But why?
The young Crusader’s eyes were gradually turning toward Eleonora’s vulva, the pussy that was currently deliciously tasting the cock. regardless of his will, his body turned his gaze toward it on its own.
"Wake up... must stay focused... this is my last..."
The last moment of his life.
If he died in vain like this, with the chance to save Eleonora right in front of him, he would have no face to show the brothers who had gone before him.
The bloodied young Crusader, staggering all the while, steadily made his way toward Eleonora. 10 meters, 7 meters, and finally 5 meters. Just a little more to go.
At that moment, he noticed something stuck in the hole slightly above Eleonora’s pussy—the hole for excretion. He realized that something shining with a familiar silver light was embedded in her asshole.
Pzzzt-Swwwing—!
Along with a wet, boiling sound, he felt a silver flash in the shape of a crescent moon brush past his eyes.
"Don’t interrupt. Master was about to happily creampie this Eleonora’s lowly pussy, and you dared to interrupt? Because of you, I couldn’t fully enjoy Master’s creampie!"
He had only seen something whoosh past him, but suddenly, he was on the ground.
And this thing that had fallen with a thud...
Was that his own body?
"Do you have to be that angry?"
"Of course! Because of that trash human, I was robbed of the joy of my life!"
"Joy of your life?"
"Accepting Master’s creampie into my pussy and savoring it with joy! Isn’t it obvious!"
The young Crusader watched himself slowly being engulfed in light, looking at his headless body, and then at the man and woman who were now sharing sloppy kisses.
"More importantly, how did you do that just now? Your ass just went whoosh...!"
"Fufu, this is the ’Eleonora-style Sow Swordsmanship’ that I created and polished just for Master! Speaking of the one whose head just flew off, he was with me during the last Great War..."
Ah.
She remembered me.
The young Crusader, engulfed in the light, vanished.