Chapter 175 The Wild Boar’s Outing (1)

Chapter 175: 175 The Wild Boar’s Outing (1)

"I know I keep asking, but are you really okay? You’re not getting motion sickness or anything?"

"Nnngh..."

"That’s weird. I get it all the time, but you don’t?"

Ever since she’d witnessed Eleonora washing my cock clean with a gushing torrent of fluid from her own pussy, Urga had been in a complete daze, her eyes just blinking vacantly.

She’d answer when I asked her something, but only with a grunt like "Nnngh," or "Uh-huh..."

The incident in the bathroom must have been a tremendous shock.

Afterward, as Eleonora rode me, taking three full creampies deep inside her womb, she remained just as spaced out. She was still in a stupor at the breakfast table, her mouth just hanging open.

Worried she might be sick, I brought a spoonful of bread to her lips. She accepted it meekly, gulping it down like a baby bird taking food from its mother’s beak, but even after that, she didn’t say a word, just blinking blankly.

She was still like that when I got back from my morning patrol.

And she was still in the exact same state now.

"We’re finally going out, are you just going to stare into space the whole time? Look around a little, enjoy the scenery... Guuuh..."

There it was. That old, inseparable friend of mine.

The person in the passenger seat, riding in a car for the very first time in her life, was perfectly fine. Instead, motion sickness came for the driver.

For me, who had lived a healthy life, it was like a chronic disease.

The churning in my stomach was incomparable to eating greasy food. Now it was my turn to be as quiet as Urga.

"Huh?!"

But unexpectedly, my groan seemed to have some effect.

At the sound of her male’s pained noise, the light snapped back into the eyes of Urga, who had been aimlessly staring out the window.

"Darling, are you sick?!"

"No, it’s just... I get motion sickness if I’m not walking on my own two feet..."

"Motion sickness? Wait a minute? What is this? Where am I, and when did I put on clothes? Wh-what am I riding in?!"

"You’re only just realizing... Ugh, let’s just pull over for a second."

Things were moving fast.

Both Urga, finally realizing what was happening, and me, pulling the car over to the side of the road just five minutes after leaving the farm.

"Woaaah... what is this? Is it one of those... those carriage things? And what are these clothes? They aren’t leather, but they stretch so much. And these pants...this soft seat...and why is it so comfortable? Where are we going..?"

"O-one question at a time. I’m feeling really sick right now..."

"This thing moves without a horse! It does, doesn’t it?! I knew it! My man was a god!"

To Urga, who had seen my car parked in the yard yesterday and asked, ’What’s that hunk of iron for?’, this vehicle was no different from the chariots ridden by the Valkyries of Norse mythology.

"Do you at least remember me putting these clothes on you earlier?"

"You did...? Huh? I thought it was her who dressed me."

As if.

That severe exhibitionist would foam at the mouth and collapse if she so much as had a single layer of cloth on her body. The sow who proudly jiggled her massive tits in the sunlight, declaring that living with her naked flesh exposed was the pride of a Sow Knight, was going to dress someone? Fat chance.

"This is pretty amazing... I thought it would feel stuffy, but it’s surprisingly comfortable. Compared to just covering my breasts and pussy with leather, I feel like... a truly civilized person?"

The civilized life she had yearned for!

I had only dressed her in one of my white t-shirts and a pair of jeans from my closet, but for Urga who was already snorting with excitement, panting with rough breaths as if she owned the world.

"So where is that perverted bitch?"

"Took you long enough to ask."

I left her at home, of course.

How could I possibly take an exhibitionist like that out in public? Taking her out means direct public suicide.

"You can’t! You absolutely can’t!"

"Let go of me!"

"To leave without this Eleonora! Where could you possibly be going, leaving this sow behind!"

She had clung to my ankles, sobbing and begging me to take her with me. I ended the situation by ordering her to hang the bedsheets and blankets out to dry, as usual. She finally accepted my command with a pouting lip, jutting out like a duck’s bill... or so I thought.

"Is this matter so important that you must take that wild sow as your escort?"

"No, I’m just going grocery shopping. And showing Big Sis around the neighborhood while I’m at it."

"G-grocery... you mean the marketplace?! A place with so many people, and you won’t take this Eleonora with you! Haaah... haaah... I’ll... I’ll prepare a leash at once—no, that might trouble Master. I’ll just stand in the very center of the market square and spread my pussy."

In the end, I had to physically pry her off and lock the door behind me before she could follow. Urga was dazed through the whole dramatic scene that went back home.

After pulling over briefly so I could settle my stomach, we continued our drive toward the nearby town. By the time we reached the clothing store in the market area, Urga’s excitement had fully returned.

"Woah... there are so many strange shops here. Darling, what is this place exactly? And what’s that and that and that?"

"One at a time. It’s a clothing store. We’ll get you some proper outfits that fit better than my old clothes."

Inside the store, the clerk grew visibly nervous at the sight of the towering, muscular barbarian woman, but he still tried to help his customer. Urga’s eyes sparkled with curiosity as she browsed the racks, touching fabrics she had never seen before.