Chapter 212
Chapter 212
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 212
Chapter Title: Holy Knight Captain Christia
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The next day,
Chirp chirp-!
"...Morning already?"
Christia quietly opened her eyes at the sound of birdsong coming from outside.
She hadn't really been sleeping.
This was enemy territory, a den of evil where that wicked man Sin Seon-dong could extend his vile claws toward her and Violet at any moment—a place where a fallen female knight and a barbarian princess cowered.
It was evil incarnate.
How could she, a Holy Knight Captain, sleep soundly knowing the Saintess might be enduring unimaginable torment in such a place?
Besides, it wasn't even a space where she could sleep comfortably.
"He didn't come after all... I thought he'd try to touch me right away..."
She had only kept her eyes closed to lure Sin Seon-dong into dropping his guard,
a form of camouflage tactic to ambush him the moment he tried to violate her. Despite spending the entire night wide awake, Christia clicked her tongue briefly at Sin Seon-dong for not taking a single step toward her again.
'He claimed yesterday that he had no intention of laying a hand on me or the Saintess that day, but I was certain it was a lie...'
She hadn't expected him to actually stay away.
Trusting the word of an enemy in hostile territory was foolish,
but his actually following through on his words like this was disconcerting in its own way.
Even if he had told the truth this time, there was no guarantee he'd honor his words forever—and if her suspicions were correct, that man was definitely...!
Christia glanced at the empty pigsty room to her right, her face flushing as she recalled the image of the platinum-haired sow wailing from there, bowing her head deeply as she muttered.
"Lady Eleonora... I-I never imagined she'd be that lewd...!"
Right here, Eleonora had stuck out her tongue long like a sow, oinking as she took Sin Seon-dong's cock. Far from being ashamed even though Christia was watching,
she had shaken her hips flirtatiously at Sin Seon-dong as he thrust his cock into her, coquettishly begging for his affection whenever she could, spewing filthy talk.
"Just like that man said—that I should end up like this too—Lady Eleonora didn't say it outright, but..."
She had shown it directly.
Without any hesitation, that whenever he wanted, she would spread her legs and become a semen receptacle impaled on his cock.
That Christia would soon be the same, and becoming a sow didn't mean the end of her life—on the contrary, she could feel even greater happiness, tempting Christia to fall.
But Christia wasn't blushing just because Eleonora had become a depraved sow.
The cause was something else entirely—that platinum-haired sow's womb filled to the brim with it,
the stuff clinging thickly to his filthy cock after the creampie,
the stuff that Eleonora, kneeling down under the pretense of cleaning, had gleefully licked up with her snout.
"It must have been her first time smelling it...!"
After their intense fuck session, he had sprayed water with a casual "Sorry!" to wash away the puddles of milky fluids staining the floor. But Christia, with her keenly developed sense of smell,
had pinpointed the scent of semen and pussy juices amid the stench of pigs everywhere.
Honestly, the pussy juices were secondary.
It was the strangely familiar semen scent etched in her memory that had wafted in, bringing the rest along.
In truth, though she hadn't voiced it, this confusing familiarity with the scent was a major reason she had spent the night sleepless.
'Why? Why does that man's scent feel so familiar? He's a man I met for the first time yesterday, so why...!'
No matter that she was a Holy Knight Captain, her pussy reacting to the semen scent of a man she'd just met was an unacceptable grave matter.
"I've heard that men's seed smells like night-blooming flowers. Is that why it's familiar to my nose all this time? Or is it... mixed with Lady Eleonora's lewd stench...?!"
She couldn't forget her position.
She had come here to protect Violet's chastity—whatever mysterious thoughts the girl seemed to have—not to throw her body into becoming his sow.
Moreover, she was a Holy Knight Captain. Though she had sinned recently, it was only a means to prevent greater sins—not preparation to twitch her pussy at semen scents like now.
"Right, that can't be. Reacting to a man's semen scent? Nonsense. It must be because I got momentarily distracted by Lady Eleonora's lewd display, unconsciously associating it with her image from his scent."
Her face must have flushed from recalling the obscene acts fitting that vulgar body.
There was even a saying that "we the watchers feel more ashamed—why is the embarrassment ours?"
To earn Sin Seon-dong's favor, Eleonora had mercilessly slaughtered her own subordinates without a second thought, swinging her sword casually toward her old comrade, spreading her pussy willingly for cock regardless of Christia's presence.
It was because of that sow who had traded even her basic womanly shame for cock!
Unable to admit her pussy had gotten wet from a man's semen scent she'd smelled for the first time yesterday, Christia pinned all the blame on that platinum-haired sow.
Conveniently(?), it was easy to blame her,
as Eleonora already had the precedent of slaughtering her own subordinates to receive a creampie from Sin Seon-dong.
But even as she tried to trash Eleonora that way, it didn't bring any real relief.
Suddenly, a thought flashed through her mind.
'To draw that man's attention away from the Saintess and toward me... wouldn't that actually be good?'
She knew there was little she could do.
Urga alone was overwhelming enough, and to top it off, the continent's strongest—a living legend—was oinking here as a sow.
But the moment she saw Violet suddenly declare surrender to Sin Seon-dong while carving a sacred mark into her own belly, Christia had unhesitatingly stripped and thrown herself at them too.
Half of it was reflexive.
The sacred mark on Violet's belly was something even she, the Holy Knight Captain, didn't know about—which meant it had to be a secret technique passed down only among Saintesses.
She didn't know how it was used, but
based on Violet pretending to surrender to the enemy, it clearly required certain conditions and time to prepare.
So the other half was deliberate—stripping and feigning surrender.
To endure the harsh trials headed for Violet in her stead until she completed the technique, to protect Violet even if her own body was defiled.
The one thing she hadn't predicted
was that the wicked Sin Seon-dong would commit the atrocity of imprisoning them separately in different spaces, contrary to her expectations.
That's why Christia actually thought it was for the best.
If they weren't together, as long as she could draw his attention to herself, his interest in Violet—imprisoned somewhere apart—would surely wane over time.
Of course, her body would be defiled in the process.
It was practically guaranteed.
A vulgar man who had turned Eleonora into a sow and even claimed Urga as his woman wouldn't possibly spare her.
"To turn his attention toward me... I have to obediently submit to his training."
Obviously, she had to pretend to play along—no need to spell it out.
"He'll surely enjoy seeing me react this way, showing that I'm turning lewd like Lady Eleonora. If my pussy reacts to his semen scent, it might even be better."
Christia muttered nonchalantly, as if losing something precious as a woman was a foregone conclusion.
"The Saintess would surely tell me—the fool—to let him violate me to protect her..."
But how could she commit such disloyalty again, after already failing to protect her once and dragging her into this undeserved ordeal?
Christia reaffirmed her resolve and her pride as a Holy Knight Captain, vowing over and over to redirect Sin Seon-dong's attention to herself.
And at that moment,
Ding-a-ling~
"Ahem hum~♪"
"Kh...?!"
The bell on the pigsty door began to ring.