Creak!
"Is there... no one here...?"
Eleonora, who had been peeking through the crack of the quiet stable door where everyone was asleep, scanning her surroundings like a meerkat and swinging her breasts as she looked around, suddenly hurried out of the stable, closing the door quickly and glancing around again as if something were urgent.
"Hooah... S-so I really came out...!"
Finally finishing her safety check, she immediately hugged her chest and let out a sigh of relief.
She had simply reached out a hand, curious because the door of their pen had suddenly opened, only to find her hand extending beyond the railing of the pen. Thinking that the transparent barrier that always blocked her had disappeared, she had come out of the pen, out of the stable, as if possessed.
"Wait... I'm just going to check whether that bastard is dead or alive. It's nothing... it's nothing, so...!"
She had resolved and resolved again to kill him, but there were still a few days left before the deed could be carried out. So why was she doing something so inefficient when she should be lying low and conserving her strength?
And at this late hour, completely naked, wearing nothing at all!
"Phew... I'll just take one last look around..."
But Eleonora, ignoring her own state, began to walk under the moonlight, shaking her plump breasts and buttocks as if showing them off, rather than hiding herself.
For the old her, this would have been an unimaginably lewd act, but somehow, a small smile had even appeared on Eleonora's lips.
"The thrill of someone possibly seeing me is nice, but coming out alone naked at a time when everyone is asleep... this might... become a habit..."
Walking naked in the wilderness where only the cries of nocturnal animals and the sound of footsteps could be heard, not even the presence of people, it felt like she had become a wild animal herself.
Of course, it wasn't as thrilling as the shame and sense of depravity that made her cunt flutter when she showed her naked body and disgraceful state to someone, but this was still a decent stimulus.
Perhaps it was because she had spent these days of lust writhing in such thrilling pleasures.
She was so pleased with the tingling sexual stimulation and subtle sense of coolness from exposing her naked body to this stillness that she wore a contented smile.
Furthermore, the moonlight shining through the thick, cheese-like holes in the night sky created a mystical atmosphere, and Eleonora, unable to resist, jumped into the spotlight of moonlight pouring down.
"...♥"
Should I say she felt like a dancer in a story who danced under the moonlight to dedicate herself to a beloved?
'Of course, I'm closer to a whore than a dancer...♥'
To begin with, comparing herself to a dancer would be an insult to dancers. No, perhaps it would also be an insult to whores.
Because she was worse than a whore, a dedicated sow for handling a single man's sexual desires.
"Heh heh, hehehehe..."
The greatsword that had somehow ended up in her hand was planted in the center of the moonlight's spotlight, and Eleonora was spinning her body around, holding its hilt.
It looked like a shamaness performing a ritual, as if asking someone to watch, as if dedicating herself to someone, and also like the seductive gestures of the whores she had mentioned earlier.
But judging by Eleonora's gaze, which unconsciously kept looking at a certain place, it was probably closer to the former.
She had no particular interest in or knowledge of dance, so her movements were clumsy, but her outstanding leg lines, seemingly exquisitely sculpted, and her plump breasts and buttocks, which stimulated the viewer's desires, sublimated these rough movements into a work of art.
"Haaah...♥"
Every time Eleonora, with her lewd smile, spun her body in the mystical moonlight, the dew of lust flowing from her lower body, along with the piercings on her body, scattered in all directions.
After one spin, two spins, and three spins, and then her spinning body stopped, Eleonora, as if clinging to a stripper pole, held onto the hilt, slumped her upper body, and spread her legs.
"Aaaand... finish...♥"
Squirt, squirt—
"Hooaah... Th-this is no time to be doing this...♥"
Unintentionally intoxicated by the dark forest and the moon's yin energy, acting as her body led her, she had climaxed without even inserting a finger into her cunt, when she should be hurrying to take the next step.
In the past, she might have felt self-loathing for this, but now Eleonora just shook her butt as if refreshed, without a hint of self-loathing.
After all, if she didn't release like this periodically, her head would be constantly filled with nothing but lewd thoughts.
"Hmph, besides, there's still plenty of night left. And as I said before, if the bastard dies, I need to find a way to control this lewdened body, and also... wait?"
The bastard dies?
Eleonora suddenly contrasted the keywords that popped into her head with her own situation of coming outside and turned her head toward the place she had unconsciously been staring at while dancing like crazy earlier: the place where Shin Seon's house stood.
'Come to think of it, I've heard somewhere that some parts of magic depend on the caster's survival, and in the case of barriers in particular, you can definitely confirm that.'
Unless it's a curse-type spell, a barrier requires the caster to constantly supply mana to maintain it. Therefore, a sudden disappearance of a barrier spell usually signals that something has happened to the caster's life.
Thud!
In that instant, Eleonora started running straight toward Shin Seon's house.
"Has something really happened? Is that why he left me alone all day, why our door opened – was it all because he's really sick or hurt?!"
She ran urgently toward Shin Seon's house, leaving her greatsword planted in the ground behind her, not even bothering to retrieve it.
Is he really sick? Sick enough that he couldn't even come to her, sick enough that he couldn't even maintain the barrier? Where, how?
The distance from the stable where she had been to the house where he lived wasn't far, so Eleonora quickly reached the car parked in the yard and placed a hand over her chest, her eyes trembling.
Thump! Thump!
It was true that she, more than anyone, sincerely wished for him to die just like this.
But at the same time, it was also true that her heart was pounding as she imagined him suffering from an incurable disease, unconscious, or already cold and dead.
She tried to find an answer to 'Why?' but at that moment, someone whispered to her from a corner of her mind.
Go back. Follow the plan. Whether he dies or not, now that we can freely move outside the pen, let's just go back.
But despite that dissuasion, her body, led by this throbbing instinct, was already reaching out for the doorknob, carefully entering his house.
"You can't, you can't die like this. You can't die like this... I have to; I absolutely have to kill you with my own hands, so I'm checking. That's why this is a process to solidify the plan. Because he might be pretending to be dead. Because I can't let my guard down..."
As if desperately making excuses to someone, Eleonora pulled the doorknob with a hand trembling like her constantly pounding heart.
-Creak...!
"A-are you... alive...? I-It's not like I was worried about you or anything...?!"
She had thought about breaking it if necessary, but perhaps because of where he lived, the door wasn't locked. As she grabbed the doorknob, which turned easily, and stepped inside,
"Zzzz... Zzzz...!"
"Wh-what the..."
Eleonora froze stiff on the spot at the sight of Shin Seon sleeping comfortably on the bed, legs stretched out, even snoring.
"Asleep... isn't he? Not just the tremors and groans in his breath, but this regular, even peaceful breathing...?!"
He was truly asleep. Judging by the sound of his breathing, which proved he hadn't just pretended to sleep when she came in but had been asleep for quite a while, he was in a deep slumber.
"Haaah..."
Flop. Eleonora unknowingly sat down on the spot and again placed a hand over her chest. Her heart was still pounding like it was about to burst.
But perhaps because she was relieved, her heartbeat slowly began to beat in a regular rhythm, and she let out a sigh of relief.
'...I'm relieved because this man won't die a vain death somewhere until I kill him with my own hands.'
For a moment, whether it was due to the irritation and anger that followed the relief, his face, which she already wanted to kill, looked even more detestable than usual. She couldn't take her eyes off him, her heart pounding, knowing that he might open his eyes at any moment and look at her.
And now that her mind was at ease, another question began to enter her head.
'Then why did this man release our barrier?'
Was it a simple mistake? Or because, as he had told her, he was now convinced she was a completely tamed sow? Or perhaps because he wanted to die by her hand?
"If that's the case, I'll grant your wish right now...!"
If she made up her mind, if she just reached out her hand right now, she could kill him.