Chapter 170 The Wild Boar’s Bath Service (2)

Chapter 170: 170 The Wild Boar’s Bath Service (2)

[Master Breeder! It’s morning! I said it’s morn—]

’’How dare you steal Master’s precious seed! Unforgivable!’’

’’Who the fuck does this cunt think she is, screeching at the crack of dawn?!’’

[...]

It wasn’t exactly a typical morning.

First off, there was the sight of two stark-naked beauties rolling around on the floor screaming at each other. But more than that, there was a strange, lingering sensation in my cock.

I must have done the deed in my sleep, so I wasn’t entirely sure of the details, but I had definitely cum. And based on the feeling, it seemed I had flooded a different pussy than the one I usually wrecked.

I couldn’t say for sure, but I had a peculiar conviction that it was related to the dream I had last night—one where I was being crushed under a massive wild boar.

"Give it back! Hand it over! How dare you steal Master’s morning load! Is this the cunt? Is this the wicked cunt that swallowed it all?!"

"Wh-What are you doing?! Kuh-hiiii-eeek! D-Don’t stick your tongue in there!"

"Schlurp-gluck-slurp-chup!!"

"Don’t suck it either! I’m asking what the hell is wrong with you, bitch, waking up and doing th— Hyaaaahn?!"

Furthermore, it was almost inconceivable that Eleonora—who barely batted an eye at most things—would be burying her face in Urga crotch, looking so vexed she might burst into tears at any moment.

[Master Breeder, have you ever been told you adapt really well wherever you go?]

"Me? Weeell..."

I don’t know how others see me, but I’ve never really heard anyone say I adapt well. Throughout my school days and college days, I was always just barely scrambling to keep up with the situation.

Even until recently, my phone had more numbers for business contacts and related agencies—contacts now erased by the SD Character—than actual friends. So I hardly think I’m the type to possess excellent social adaptability. What adaptability is she talking about?

When I shrugged and replied with a tone that suggested I didn’t know, the SD Character, having read my mind and words, suddenly turned her small back to me and started muttering to herself.

[Seeing how calm you are even with naked sows rolling around in front of you... surely that can’t be it? Or maybe... is Master Breeder just even more of a pervert than I anticipated? Hmm... that might actually be better...]

’What are you chattering about over there?’

[Ahem! It’s nothing! More importantly, congratulations on expanding your business partners!]

Yesterday, amidst the various commotions at the Orc settlement, the SD Character had seemingly finished her work. The moment Urga and Eleonora passed out, I connected with Urga’s Grey Wolf Tribe just as I had when sending pigs to the isekai Orcs. Following her claim that they had nothing to eat, I immediately shipped out about ten pigs as an emergency measure.

Compared to my monthly average shipment of 300 heads, ten was a pathetically small number. I wanted to send more, but the SD Character stopped me, so that was all I could manage.

According to her, Urga’s tribe had a nearly non-existent population compared to the Orcs, and the majority of them were female, so their consumption was low. They wouldn’t be able to handle dozens of pigs at once.

Furthermore, following Urga’s statement that her tribe would soon migrate to where the Orc settlement was, we decided to only ship enough pigs to keep them from starving to death for now.

Later, if they did migrate to the Orc settlement along with the other barbarian tribes existing in the frozen lands as Urga suggested, the number of pigs shipped would likely increase, just as it had for the Orcs.

Though, there was no telling when that would actually be possible.

Urga said I didn’t need to worry about it, but how could I know for sure?

Just as I was briefly recalling yesterday’s events and trying to get out of bed to rescue Urga—who was still getting her pussy aggressively eaten—the SD Character spoke up again.

[By the way, why do you keep calling that Wild Boar with honorifics?]

’It just instinctively popped out the moment I saw her.’

She’s the same age as Eleonora, 28 years old, which makes her older than me. It’s not wrong to call her Big Sis.

Moreover, unlike Eleonora, the moment I saw those muscles all over her body, including her arms and legs, and above all, those rock-solid thighs... I decided from the depths of my heart to call Urga that way.

Eleonora is Eleonora. Urga is Urga. That is what I decided.

Because my heart commanded it.

[You’re really being ridiculous.]

’...’

Ignoring the SD Character’s snark, I got up from the bed. Today’s schedule was important, but first, I needed to stop Eleonora, who was still burying her face in Urga’s cunt and making loud smack-smack kissing noises.

"Ahem."

"So that you never dare steal Master’s semen again... Ah?!"

"My pussy... getting sucked so hard... Kiiih-hnnng...!"

As soon as I stood up, Eleonora, who had been licking the stray semen off her own lips, hurriedly detached herself from Urga’s crotch and prostrated herself on the floor.

Urga, on the other hand, was left dazed and panting, her legs spread wide like a frog, completely overwhelmed by having her pussy eaten by another woman—and by Eleonora’s uselessly high-level tongue technique.

Is this really the same Urga who, just yesterday, claimed that devouring me wasn’t enough and that she’d crush me beneath her ass?

’Or maybe she’s just in shock from the fact that her pussy was tormented by her rival.’

Only Urga knows the truth.

Whether Eleonora’s technique was fantastic, or if she was shocked by the pleasure she felt from it, I couldn’t be sure. But one thing was certain: if I opened that can of worms, only horror stories would pour out.

"Master, did you sleep well? This unworthy sow, Eleonora, has shown Master an unsightly scene first thing in the morning."

"It’s not like showing me unsightly scenes is a one- or two-day occurrence for you. But seriously, what the hell are you doing at the crack of dawn?"

As I mentioned before, this was the first time I’d seen Eleonora—who usually maintained her composure (post-corruption, of course)—fuming this intensely.

When I demanded an explanation, Urga, who had been busy swooning until just a moment ago, suddenly sprang up as if she’d been waiting for this chance and leaped into my arms.

"Scold her! Give her a real scolding!"

"I’m asking why she’s doing that in the first place."

Is this what they call a princess carry? Although, having Urga—who is more muscular and taller than me—nestled in my arms like this did look a bit strange.

Urga, grinning as if she just enjoyed being held, pointed a finger at Eleonora, who was glaring daggers at her from the floor.

"I don’t know either! I was just worried my Darling cock would get lonely during the night, so I specially covered his cock with my pussy to keep it warm, but then that bitch suddenly kicked me and..."

"Ah."

Now I understood. The white stuff had flowed into this one’s pussy, and the other stuff had gone into that one’s mouth-pussy by mistake.

Aside from everything else, for Eleonora, who takes immense pride in the act of ’Morning Service’ to signal the start of my new day, having her Master’s cock stolen by some wild boar’s snatch overnight must have been unacceptable.

"Hurry up and scold her! Look at this! My pussy is all swollen from how much she sucked on it!"

"No, wait, don’t just spread it open like that?! Aren’t you embarrassed?!"

My god, don’t tell me Urga has been infected by the Eleonora virus and turned into a nympho too?!

I was momentarily flustered by the sight of Urga using both hands to pry her pussy wide open, showing off the exquisite pink flesh inside as if telling me to take a good look.

Of course, it was arousing.

Anyway, when I scolded her slightly about it, Urga looked back at me as if asking what on earth I was talking about.

"Hmm? Why? My pussy belongs to my darling anyway. I’m just showing my own pussy to its owner, so what’s there to be embarrassed about? Is this how all civilized people are?"

"That is correct! Even though she is an arrogant wild boar, what shame is there in showing Master’s pussy to Master!"

Should I say she seemed strangely delighted?

Eleonora was exhaling rough breaths through her nose, chiming in with Urga’s words.

Perhaps because of Urga’s initial outfit, it was evident that Eleonora looked pleased, thinking she had found a comrade in her exhibitionist hobby, but...

[I think she’s confusing ’Master Breeder’s pussy’ in the sense of ownership with ’pussy of an exhibitionist sow’?]

’To be precise, she interpreted it however she liked.’

Look at that. Just moments ago, she was grinding her teeth, threatening to tear Urga apart, but now she’s nodding along, probably thinking, ’What a fine hobby.’

I don’t know for sure, but right now, inside her head, she’s probably imagining walking around the streets stark naked with Urga, trembling in shame while climaxing.

She is truly lewd.

Who made her like that? Good grief!

"Then let’s wash up right away! Since Urga is here, we haven’t gone grocery shopping in a while..."

"Going out?!"

Urga’s eyes began to sparkle.

Well, this one has lived her entire life far from civilized society, so naturally, she’d be excited about going out.

"Are you going out? In that case, I shall also..."

"Absolutely not!"

"Haaahnn... I will count the days until I can perform outdoor exposure play with Master... ♥"

"Oh, brother."

At my immediate and firm rejection, Eleonora smacked her lips as if truly disappointed, then abruptly whipped her head toward Urga.

"What? Why?"

"What do you mean ’what’? Do you ask because you do not know? Master said he is going to take a bath. Since you are now a sow as well, shouldn’t you prepare to serve Master properly?"

"I-I’m not a sow, got it?!"

"Wild boar or sow, it makes no difference! As I said before, unless a cock sprouts from your crotch, you are a sow! Get over here this instant!"

"Hiii-eeeck?! D-Don’t pull my pubic haaaaiiir?!"

The sight of the fearless barbarian warrior princess being dragged away by a female knight clutching her bushy pubic hair... it was a spectacle so absurd I wanted to record it in some kind of royal chronicle to preserve for all eternity. Though that much pulling is not enough to hurt Urga at all.