Chapter 116
Chapter 116
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 116
Chapter Title: Unknowingly Again...!
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I unknowingly... again...!
In the dead of night when everyone had fallen asleep, far from any pig farm—not just distant, but worlds away—an church, the eyes of Ja-an snapped open beneath the pale moonlight.
"...I just can't fall asleep."
The cries of owls and night birds echoed frequently, marking it not merely as a quiet hour, but deep into the night.
The blanket covering the Saintess with her light purple hair, Violet, had slipped off her body, tangling the bed in disarray.
She had offered her evening prayer to the Goddess she served before bed, so she should have been able to drift off peacefully on her fluffy, wool-like mattress as always.
-Like this, pulling out the sword firmly fixed to the ground solely by the grip of my lewd asshole, trained by Master's cock... Hnngh... P-Pulling it out...♥
"Ughhh..."
Every time she lay on the bed and closed her eyes, the lewd acts of that mysterious woman with platinum blonde pubic hair and massive breasts, performed in the nude she had witnessed earlier that day, danced vividly before her.
"How could she do such things with her own privates...!"
By nature, every woman's privates were sacred organs bestowed by the benevolent Goddess to all humanity, bearing the noble duty of birthing healthy children to prosper the world. And yet, to thrust a sword hilt in and out of such a place for lascivious deeds!
"It was my first time seeing... another woman's privates..."
But more than anything,
Violet blushed as she recalled not just that woman's lewd anus, but also—unlike her own—the woman's piss hole (pussy), gaping wide in pink hunger, craving something.
"To think I found them pretty, even ones I'd never seen, not even on Christia..."
And it didn't end there.
-Aaahhn! Master! Maaasteeer!!
-Squeeze tighter! Squeeze harder!
-Kkiiiiiink?!
"My first time seeing... humans mating with each other..."
These weren't just anyone—they were the murderers who had slain her brothers in faith who served the Goddess.
Instead of rage toward them, instead of thinking to guide them to the righteous path, or at least uncovering their identities,
she had been entranced by their mating!
"Hnn..."
But no matter how much she scolded herself as a Saintess who served the Goddess alongside her brothers, trying to calm her heart, those grotesque creatures' copulation kept flickering before her eyes.
If she hadn't seen it, she might have forgotten, but the water was spilled—and worse, her first glimpse of sex had to be Sin Seon-dong and Eleonora.
If it had been gentle lovemaking between lovers, she might have brushed it off: 'Ah, even such villains make babies? Slaughtering my brothers so mercilessly, then giggling away as they breed!'
But for a Saintess who knew of copulation from books on animal mating, the reality of human copulation shattered every preconception she held, utterly shocking her.
Sin Seon-dong pounding his cock into his sow Eleonora's ass without a care for her well-being, and Eleonora, instead of resisting, shaking her hips every which way to serve his cock with coquettish charm.
And as time passed, their mutual craving intensified, bodies entwining lewdly, indulging shamelessly in lust and desire—a true anal fuck between the world's filthiest male and the world's lewdest female.
This, her first sight of sex—anyone's sex—was enough to momentarily erase her fury toward her brothers' killers from her mind.
And it wouldn't fade from her thoughts.
Her face kept heating up, her body growing hot as if standing under the midday sun, despite the dim predawn and lingering summer warmth.
Yes, it must be anger. Anger at those who butchered her brothers so brutally, then leisurely bred instead of atoning.
How could she forget? So fervently, fiercely, wildly devouring each other's bodies, whispering love—that brazen sight.
This heat was different from daytime. Surely born of rage.
So Violet muttered to herself.
"..."
Lost in such thoughts, she slipped from the bed. No longer in her Saintess robes but in a sheer babydoll so thin it revealed everything underneath, Violet cautiously crept out of her bedroom.
"...Is Christia asleep?"
Recalling her ever-present silver-haired Holy Knight Captain who guarded her side, Violet stepped carefully into the corridor, heading to her office.
Walking the empty hall lit by lanterns, she soon reached her office. Unlocking the door with her key, she went straight to the desk beneath the stained glass depicting the Goddess.
Opening a drawer, she snatched the crystal orb from earlier that day, then dashed back to her bedroom like a chick fleeing a cat—what urgency!
Hoo...!
"I wasn't... spotted, right?"
No royal palace guards patrolled the corridors, but the church grounds, including the outer walls, were circled by Holy Knights worth a hundred men each, making her anxious.
But luckily, no one crossed her path.
Closing the bedroom door softly, Violet leaped onto the bed, huddling over the crystal orb like a brooding bird. Closing her eyes, she placed her hand on it,
and soon, violet mists from her mind were sucked into the orb.
Earlier, she had imprinted the old blacksmith's memories of forging the sword. Now, it held her own shocking visions from the day.
The old man's memories were already recorded here, enough to track the sword—no worry of losing them. Clutching the orb with a pounding heart,
time passed. Once all memories were transferred, the orb glowed light purple like her hair, seeking confirmation. Violet took a small breath and whispered,
"This is... for protecting the continent's light and justice, for him. Just a quick look to identify them..."
Who was she telling?
No listener, yet her eyes sparkled as she gripped the orb. Soon, the scene replayed: the platinum blonde nude beauty squatting, plunging the sword into her own asshole.
Violet began wiggling her hips from her crouched position,
and as the scene shifted to her wielding a massive hammer, pounding the hilt like a stake, Violet gulped audibly beyond her throat.
Though she seemed unaware.
"Soon... it'll come soon..."
The scene she craved: the woman's body fully exposed, vulgarly shaking her massive tits, screaming in ecstasy.
And,
-Like this, pulling out the sword firmly fixed to the ground solely by the grip of my lewd asshole, trained by Master's cock... Hnngh... P-Pulling it out...♥
"Hoo...?!"
As the lewd footage of the woman shaking her ass, thrusting the hilt in and out, played, Violet finally exhaled her held breath and, just like daytime, began rubbing her thighs together.
"Ughhh... This weird feeling again..."p> Just footage of a platinum blonde woman debasing herself, some fallen sinner committing wrong—yet sweat poured from her body, fever rising.
"My bladder's aching again..."
And saliva kept overflowing; she couldn't stop swallowing like gulping water. Her inner thighs and groin throbbed as if desperate to pee, forcing her to rub her thighs nonstop.
Otherwise, she'd soil her panties unknowingly, like before.
But despite her efforts, time passed, and a dark stain like an axe blade formed on her white panties. Absorbed in the orb's footage, Violet startled at the wetness between her legs and jumped up.
"Ah, aah?! Unknowingly again...!"
She'd peed herself without knowing—again?! Not once, but twice!
An adult wetting her panties twice in one day!
"Something to wipe! Where's something to wipe...?!"
She couldn't commit such indecency twice. Frantically, she groped the bed with her left hand for something to clean up.
Desperately stretching for the blanket,
but it had long slipped off the bed from her earlier leap.
Finally pausing the footage to find something first—
-Aaahhn! Master! Maaasteeer!!
-Squeeze tighter! Squeeze harder!
-Kkiiiiiink?!
"Ah...?"
Perfectly timed, the climax began: the mating of those two filthy beasts.
The part the Saintess most yearned for—the vile man ravishing the woman.
"More intense and dynamic than thrusting the sword hilt...?!"
Violet gulped so loudly it nearly echoed through the room.
Enthralled like under a spell, she fixated on the footage,
her left hand groping for a wipe now instinctively reaching toward the white fabric covering her plump ass.
Her dazed eyes on the copulation knew her hand's true target.
She seemed aware her hand moved on its own but ignored it, absorbed in the orb.
Her left hand invaded past knee and inner thigh, advancing on the now-damp white fabric,
"Nngohh...?!"
and the Saintess fell helplessly to her hand's brazen rebellion.