"Exactly. It was itchy every night, wasn't it? So, while you were scratching away, your fingers naturally started to..."
"S-Shut up!! Who said anything about rubbing myself with my fingers?! More importantly, how do you even know that!"
I had asked her this when I went in to feed her earlier, but it was an obvious fact even without asking.
If it weren't the case, would her body have been developed to the point where she climaxes just from a light touch? The result speaks for itself; she's been polishing her own "cunt" every night under the guise of scratching an itch.
I hadn't actually specified that she'd been masturbating, but Eleonora let out a sharp shriek with her eyes squeezed shut, clearly haunted by the memory of her own nightly indulgences.
For the record, about 90% of what I'm saying about these "mites" is a total lie.
But I spin these lies with partial truths—lies that slip out of my mouth as if they've taken root on my tongue. If you can't tell a lie with your whole soul, you deceive with plausible facts. Normally, if Eleonora truly had scabies, I, who have pressed my skin against hers countless times, wouldn't be safe either. But I'll just substitute that fact with Eleonora's lack of medical knowledge.
"So, because of some pathetic bug, I...?"
"The itching in your rear could be from the internal parasites, but it could also be these mites. You might have caught them being in the pens with the pigs."
"If only it weren't for this Mithril ring...!"
Having grown accustomed to being naked, Eleonora thrust her groin toward the window in protest. She showed off her clitoris—which now seemed permanently engorged—and the brilliant Mithril pierce hanging from it.
"If I could only use my mana properly, a mere mite would never..."
"But it might not be the mites. Either way, there's a specific treatment for them, so stop thrusting your crotch at me."
"Hick?!"
She blushed and quickly hid herself at my words, but her natural, unhesitating display of her private parts showed that her shame as a woman was thinning. Especially the way her "cunt" was already glistening just from my gaze, without any physical foreplay, served as a perfect barometer of this knight's depravity.
A good sign. It felt like the "training" I had planned for later would go smoothly.
"But... then why were my breasts and n-nipples so itchy? If it's as you say, those bugs like damp places—"
"You were wearing armor."
"What does that have to do with anything? Don't tell me... you're using this as an excuse to keep me naked...!"
I was planning to make her live naked, but I couldn't let that slip. I looked at her erect nipples and breasts with genuine pity and spoke.
"You spend every night masturbating with such fervor to calm your dripping, lewd cunt that you're drenched in sweat. Do you think moisture wouldn't build up under that armor?"
"H-huuuu...!"
Eleonora trembled as I exposed her shameful behavior once again.
"For now, those clothes and armor are confiscated. Hand them over."
"What?! You've finally shown your true colors!!"
She quickly tried to hide her clothes where I couldn't reach, acting as if she'd expected this. Her tone screamed defiance, but did this knight even realize she was secretly getting excited? Even now, she was feeling pleasure from being naked in front of me, yet she failed to realize that she was the one hiding her true inner thoughts, not me.
"I said 'for now'! Who's stealing them?!"
"I-I won't hand these over! If I don't have these, what am I supposed to wear?!"
"What use does a sow have for clothes?"
"You...!?"
Since I had already told her she would live her life naked, Eleonora was even more desperate not to hand them over.
"A reason! Give me a reason! Why should I entrust my clothes to you?!"
"Because the mites live in the fabric. As I showed you, they're too small to see and can cling to your clothes or armor. I'm confiscating them to launder them."
"L-Launder?"
Eleonora blinked stupidly, as if the word was entirely foreign to her.
"You haven't washed those clothes once since you got here. Besides, those bugs hate sunlight. Drying them in the scorching sun will kill them off."
(AN: In the modern world, there are specific creams for scabies, but I decided not to mention that.)
"Sun-drying? Then there's no need to take the clothes! I'll just hang them by the window!"
"I suppose so. What a shame. I was going to 'accidentally' burn them and tell you I lost them."
"Hmph!"
Eleonora snorted triumphantly, as if she had seen through my ploy. But then, realization suddenly struck her. Her face turned bright red, and her eyes began to tremble.
"Did you... did you say they are weak to sunlight?"
"Right."
"That means... I-I, too, must... in the sun...?!"
"Yep. It means sun-drying while naked."
"?!?!?!"
I heard it once back in the military. If scabies spread, they'd shave every hair on the body and do "sun-drying." I thought it was a primitive method at first, but research suggests that since mites are weak to UV and heat, sun-drying bedding and clothing isn't entirely ineffective.
Of course, for Eleonora—who didn't even have scabies—it would be effective in a completely different way.
"W-wait... the only place in this pen where the sun hits is this window...?"
"Right."
"That means you're telling me to stand right here by the window?!"
"Since you'll be naked, you should sunbathe in the pose you're most confident in."
The pose she's most confident in?
The thunderbolt of a command to sunbathe naked caused her already ragged breathing to turn into full-blown gasps.
"Absurd! In such a lewd pose! You expect me to stand like that... all day long?!"
"Do I really need to explain more? Come on, take the position."
"Haa... b-but... there's no choice... I have no choice...!"
She's absolutely loving this.
If she's like this now, I wonder how she'll handle what comes later.
"You depraved man... to make a woman stand in broad daylight, naked, with her... her c-cunt wide open...?!"
"Not only that. If anyone happens to walk by, they might get a good look at your gaping slit."
"S-shown to others...?! Haa! Haa!"
If it were winter, she would have seen the heavy steam of her own breath—a physical manifestation of how far she had fallen into lechery. The lush green trees and fresh grass outside seemed cruel to her now.
Her nipples and clitoris, which had already begun reacting to my "timed play," were too sensitive for words. Despite her screaming "No," a single thread of saliva escaped the corner of her mouth.
"I'll kill you... for watching and enjoying my shame, my disgrace, and forcing me into this...!"
I expected her to hesitate until I pushed her, but Eleonora, though trembling, licked her lips and slowly—very slowly—began to spread her legs.
"I will kill you. I'll definitely kill you... so make sure you burn this image of me into your eyes while you can...!"
It was a cool line, the kind a hero says before a final strike, but the reality was a panting knight taking a lewd pose on command, desperately wanting me to look at her.
To be honest, I had seen her naked more often than clothed, and Eleonora knew that better than anyone. Yet, she continued to scratch at the floor with her heel, looking humiliated. It was a movement that practically screamed, "Look at me if you're curious what's happening over here!"
I stroked my chin like a scholar searching for truth and let my gaze follow the source of the sound. From Eleonora's ivory ankles, I saw a faint, glistening stream catching the sunlight—a river of fluid flowing down.
"Planning to advertise that your 'hideout' is right here? You're a fool."
As she moved her hands behind her head, arching her back to thrust her armpits and breasts forward, it was as if she was begging for me to criticize her. I stepped away from the window and headed back into the depths of the pigsty.
Elsewhere...
"How is the search progressing?"
A woman with hair as red as a sunset, wearing a small silver tiara, spoke toward a crystal ball. Between the silver tiara, her blue military uniform, and the knightly armor engraved with the royal lily hanging on the wall, her high status was clear.
As she finished speaking, a delicate and noble woman with pale violet hair and a white veil embroidered with gold thread appeared in the crystal.
Our order has dispatched two paladins based on the reports of Sir Eleonora's movements, but...
"...Was there a problem?"
These were Paladins serving the Goddess. Brave Crusaders who, along with the missing knight they sought, had performed great deeds in clearing the continent of monsters and savages. For two such invincible warriors—who served only the Goddess and her Saintess—to go missing at once was unheard of.
Instead of the Saintess, a woman with a silver ponytail in full-plate armor marked with a red cross stepped forward.
Sir Eleonora was last seen at the entrance of the Black Mountains in the north. We dispatched four paladins to that area recently... two were killed in battle with a suspicious group, and the remaining two have ceased all contact after their last report.
The Red-Haired Woman spoke.
"I will mobilize every available resource, including all knightly orders under my command. First, let us find the missing Paladins."
The strongest knight on the continent was missing. Despite requesting help from the Archmage of the Magic Tower multiple times, the old man hadn't budged. Now, even the reinforcements sent by the Church were disappearing.
The Red-Haired Woman was ready to move immediately, but the silver-haired knight bowed her head.
We are grateful for Her Highness the Princess's mercy despite our failures. However, the Black Mountains are a sacred land we must reclaim. Furthermore...
"Furthermore?"
The Saintess has recently received an oracle regarding the Black Mountains.
"!!"
An oracle? As far as she knew, there hadn't been a word from the Goddess since the Great Purge.
The Goddess spoke of a new Apostle descending upon the sacred land where she once walked.
"A new Apostle?"
Was someone else appearing, other than the Saintess who was the only one capable of communicating with the Goddess? The violet-haired Saintess spoke, her purple eyes glowing.
However, this Apostle is not Her servant. Only the Saintess and her closest attendant shall head to the Black Mountains to stop her. That was the content of the oracle.
An oracle directly naming the Saintess and the Grand Commander of the Paladins? As the Princess watched the crystal ball with a tense expression, the Saintess added:
This is not just an oracle. It is a Holy War (Crusade) assigned only to me and Joanna.
The disappearance of the continent's only Grandmaster, the movement of suspicious groups in the Black Mountains, and now a Holy War. Could this string of anomalies really be a coincidence?
After ending the communication, the Red-Haired Princess sank into her plush chair and whispered.
"Ah... Eleonora, my friend... where on earth are you, and what have you gotten caught up in? Surely... surely you haven't been captured and turned into a mess by someone...?!"
She took a deep, trembling breath, then shook her head. No, that was impossible. She convinced herself her friend would suddenly reappear out of nowhere.
Meanwhile...
"H-huuuu... I'm cumming, I'm cumming again... cumming through my back door again... ♥"
Somewhere, a platinum-blonde knight was arching her back, lost in a powerful climax.