Chapter 113
Chapter 113
-----------------------------------------------------------------
Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 113
Chapter Title: Eleonora's Day (8)
-----------------------------------------------------------------
The sight of the sword hilt disappearing into Eleonora's asshole with a squelching squelch.
Up until the moment before witnessing Eleonora casually lowering her hips and slamming the sword into place without hesitation, the Saintess had thought:
Surely someone forced it in from behind. That man who degraded her to this extent must have shoved it in with a rough thrust, compelling her to walk around with a sword plugged in like this.
It was the most natural assumption for any sane person, and the Saintess was no different.
But the instant she saw Eleonora so calmly swallowing the sword hilt whole into her own asshole...
"I-It just... got sucked in all at once with a shlorp...?!"
The Saintess unwittingly let out a ragged breath, staring at Eleonora as if entranced.
She herself couldn't even lift the heavy sword with both hands, yet Eleonora was shoving it effortlessly into her asshole with a smooth slide.
-Like this, using only the grip of my lewd asshole, trained by Master's cock... Hnngh... I pull out the sword firmly fixed in the ground... ♥
And the way she said it!
Normally, one would scoff, "No way," and yell that no one was trying to mock her like that. But after seeing her swing the sword lodged in her ass as if it were some kind of swordsmanship...
The platinum-haired beauty before her eyes seemed utterly convincing that she wasn't lying.
-Hnnngiii... More power... put in more power...!
"Ugh..."
It was a scene too excruciating to watch with eyes open. Yet the Saintess flushed red with embarrassment but couldn't tear her gaze away from Eleonora.
If she watched just a little longer, she might remember. Such a strikingly beautiful platinum blonde wasn't common.
She had to be one of the people she knew. But who?
-Shaaarp... ♥
"Huaaa...!?"
She was on the verge of recalling when Eleonora's utterly vulgar moan rang out, naturally drawing her eyes more to the sword her brother-knight was struggling to house inside her body(?) than to pondering her identity.
Will it come out? Is it being pulled out? By the power... the grip... of a woman's hole?!
Shlorp!!
-Nghoooo...?!
Eleonora's asshole, puckered like a duck's beak, tugged the hilt to the end with a lewd noise before spitting it out, defiling itself with the semen still inside her, yet the Holy Knight's sword remained steadfast in place without budging.
"Hah... It didn't come out! Even after pulling so hard!"
No one knew how many times she'd repeated the insertion and withdrawal, but seeing the hilt glistening with semen-mixed intestinal fluids, the Saintess nodded firmly, cheering on the sword still enduring all manner of torment from Eleonora.
Yes! Even if you're just a mere blade, you're also the Goddess's sword. You won't yield to a woman like that!
Though its owner had departed for the Goddess's side, the sword stood nobly in his stead, representing his will. One couldn't help but pay respects.
-Once more... Hnngh... ♥
"Y-You can do it! Put your strength into it! You mustn't be pulled out!"
Somehow, the Saintess had become strange bedfellows with Eleonora, who was trying to extract the sword with her asshole, cheering for the sword instead. Though not in the same place, anyone watching would agree both women were far from normal.
-Nghoooo... ♥
"Ah!? Don't shake! Don't let a mere asshole pull you out?!"
Eleonora threw her head back toward the sky, panting with her tongue lolling like a dog, while the Saintess watched her asshole desperately yank at the hilt and unwittingly began rubbing her thighs together.
-Come out...!!
"You mustn't be pulled out! How can you call yourself a Holy Knight's sword if you succumb to such an asshole's temptation?! Endure! No matter how lewd, overcome it!"
Whenever the sow cried out in ecstasy while tugging the sword with her asshole, the Saintess watched that sow's asshole with bated breath and cheered.
I can't let that sin of lust tarnish my brother-knights' sword after what it did to them! Even if it's a mess from that woman's piss! As a Saintess of the Church, I have a duty to witness this battle!
It was truly a battle between the sow making any watching female's pussy sweat(?) and the Church's most depraved showdown in the world.
But whether the Saintess's earnest feelings reached the sword despite her absence, Eleonora panted after grunting and shaking her tits for a good while.
-Even like this, it won't come out? You mere sword! Even if I personally slammed you into the ground with all my might, to withstand this Elexxxx's asshole grip, the glorious sow knight of Master... I acknowledge you as a worthy foe and will give my all...!!
Gulp!
Her... full power...?!
Full power? What she'd shown so far wasn't her all? Though her state was utterly lascivious, this woman's spirit rivaled that of Holy Knights serving the Goddess, her unyielding courage and firmness like a noble lion befitting her platinum hair.
For such a woman to utter "full power," what greater feat was she planning?
Gulp!
The Saintess clutched her chest, watching Eleonora spin her hips over the sword as if ready to settle things once and for all.
The moment had arrived when the departed soul's lingering will clashed with the lewd beast's determination right before her eyes.
"You mustn't lose. I'll cheer you on like this, so don't lose to her!"
At that pivotal moment, as the Saintess—now seeing her not as someone to save but as an enemy—offered fervent prayer, and Eleonora prepared to uphold her honor and pride as a sow knight...
Knock knock knock.
"Eek?!"
The Saintess flinched like a startled squirrel at the knock on her office door.
-Saintess?
"Ch-Christia?! You're back... Ah! This isn't the time! Right now is a crucial battle..."
-Aaaang! Master! Maaasteeer!!
-Squeeze harder! Squeeze with all your might!
-Khhhiii...?!
"Ah? Huh?"
Ecstasy?
Where did the fateful battle go?
The Saintess stared in bewilderment beyond confusion at Eleonora, who was suddenly seized by the hips in Sin Seon-dong's hands and being fucked wildly.
-I told you to hang the blankets properly!? You went into heat alone, and whether they fell to the ground or not, you just enjoyed yourself? Huh?!
-Foorgiiive meee! I failed the mission you gave me and failed my asshole training too, forgive this useless sow, fooorgiiiive meee!!
Blankets? The Saintess hurriedly glanced around from Eleonora and them, and sure enough, in the direction she'd been watching, the blankets—draped over the clothesline on Sin Seon-dong's orders, faces obscured—were rolling on the ground.
They must have been blown down by the wind while Eleonora pleasured herself alone.
-Saying sorry fixes everything!? Today, you really need punishment!
-Yesss! Yeeesss! Punish me, I must be punished, your sow who's useless and only craves cock, this vulgar sow must be punished, aaang... ♥
Before she knew it, the chair Eleonora had stood on with legs spread had become a handhold. Sin Seon-dong was pounding her asshole—the site of the recent fierce battle—with his cock from behind, serving as support for Eleonora.
The sword, poised for battle with her, was getting drenched in the transparent juices gushing from Eleonora's pussy every time Sin Seon-dong slammed his hips with a paang!.
Ended like this? So anticlimactically?
-How are you gonna sleep later like that!? What to cover with, what to lie on?!
-I-I'm Master's bed and blanket, so why worry, nghiii...?!
-Still not getting it?! And stop slacking—squeeze with all your might! So loose, what good are you?!
-Yeeesss! I'll squeeze! I'll atone to cock with my sow asshole, aaah...!
-Atone to me, to me!!
-Khhhiii... ♥
No victor, no vanquished, just this hollow end?
Ignoring Christia still knocking and calling to her, the Saintess finally shrieked right there.
"That's cheating! Cheating! The match isn't over yet! Making that woman piss on my brothers' sword! Mocking their will so obscenely!"
Of course, it had been filthy from Eleonora's piss from the start, and every scene she'd witnessed was etchingly depraved for life. But she'd been so immersed it felt like a true fateful duel.
Thus, the Saintess blamed the sword's state on the spurts of piss matching Sin Seon-dong's thrusts now, muttering in frustration at him for interrupting the sow-Church battle.
But whether the Saintess screamed or not,
Amid the horny sow's cries echoing in the anticlimactic battlefield without winner or loser, fearing exposure to Sin Seon-dong's corrupting aura like last time, the Saintess hastily severed the crystal orb connection.
-Saintess! Please answer! Is something wrong?! Your body...?
"N-No! It's nothing! I'm fine!!"
Maybe both sides were overtime anyway.
The Saintess quickly hid the crystal orb in her desk drawer and stood.
And then
"Oh... no... I didn't notice. Got too immersed in the fight(?) and wet myself without realizing...?!"
Unsure when it happened, but feeling the wet sensation around her crotch, the flustered Saintess clutched her burning face and rushed to the door to calm Christia on the verge of breaking it down.