Chapter 219
Chapter 219
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 219
Chapter Title: Can't Trust a Single One of Them!
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I was pretty damn shocked.
Who would've thought that while I was spending just a little time with Christia, they'd be pulling this shit right here.
I grabbed the leash of the struggling Violet and dragged her straight out of the pigsty.
"Eek! Ughhh... Huh??"
As I hauled us past, she seemed to realize—just like Eleonora had countless times before—that trying to escape was utterly pointless.
Right at the iron bars marking the boundary between the pigsty and the hallway, Violet had squeezed her eyes shut. But feeling the bars against her calves, she cracked her eyes open just a sliver.
"Who do you think locked you in there? You thought I wouldn't consider something like this?"
"...Aren't you planning to torture me by slamming me against those bars over and over for my insolence... and then fuck me afterward?"
"..."
Is this really something a saintess should be saying?
I averted my gaze from Violet, who was phrasing it like, "Wanna fuck?" while trying to present her ass, and jerked my chin toward Eleonora.
"Stay still."
"What are you— Kyaaah?!"
Eleonora, who had been quietly watching us from inside, suddenly lunged at her back.
Violet screamed at the feel of Eleonora's hands pinning her down.
But unlike before, when she'd squeezed her eyes shut again, Violet sensed something off from the soft, heavy press of Eleonora's massive tits against the back of her head. She slowly turned to look up at Eleonora, who was hugging her close.
"Maybe it's the twenty-centimeter height difference, but she just slips right into my arms."
"Part of me wishes Master's build matched this sow's... but providing the saintess—whom the faithful adore so much—with my breast cushions as a pillow feels refreshingly novel."
Violet still floated question marks over her head, utterly baffled.
Ignoring her completely, Eleonora unhooked the leash from Violet's choker, then undid the chain linking her own clitoris and nipples.
And then—click,
"E-Eleonora...?"
"It's a safety measure. To ensure you can't run from this Eleonora—a runaway prevention device linking you to me."
Violet flinched at being called "you bitch" by Eleonora, who had at least used polite speech until yesterday.
But then she noticed the line connected to her choker running straight down between her legs, and instantly realized where it led. Her face flushed red as she spoke.
"If I so much as stray a little from you, Lady Eleonora...?"
"Then my perpetually erect, lewd clitoris won't get yanked right off? I'm not really into pain, but I'm curious—wanna try pulling away and see?"
"Hic...?"
"Hngh... ahhh... this... it's way more thrilling than I imagined... as expected of Master... ♥"
Eleonora boldly declared that if Violet wanted to rip off her clitoris, go ahead and run—using her own clit as hostage wasn't enough; she even let out lewd moans amid the trembling.
Violet froze solid, like an iceberg in her path.
"And that white pig from earlier... why do you keep calling me 'Lady Eleonora, Lady Eleonora'? I have no idea why you're giving this sow such a human title... I won't tell you to stop right now, but try to fix it."
"Y-Yes... more importantly, white pig...?"
As expected, Violet glanced toward the door leading out of the pigsty, piecing together what Eleonora meant by "white pig."
But that lasted only a moment. As I started walking, Violet followed, nudged forward by Eleonora lightly pushing her shoulders with a "hurry up."
"Hnght... k-khha... haa... I love it... every step tugging on my clit like this, the tension of matching strides due to our height difference... ♥"
"D-Doesn't it hurt...?"
Even if it's her clit getting pulled!
True to her nature—even as an enemy—Violet cautiously looked up at Eleonora.
Eleonora flashed a sticky smile my way, having caught me eavesdropping, and replied.
"It hurts, sure... but Master's thrilling neglect play—ignoring my slutty display like this—the loss, the emptiness, the cruelty of not treating me like a person... hnght... ♥"
"Hyak?!"
Jingle, jingle!
Without warning, Eleonora climaxed. Violet, nestled in her arms, yelped in shock.
Violet screamed in surprise, Eleonora came again, Violet shuddered and screamed anew, Eleonora's nipples hardened as she orgasmed once more...
It was a vicious cycle.
They'd only taken one step, but their compatibility—or lack thereof—was painfully obvious.
If it were Urga instead of Violet, Eleonora would've been dragged along by now.
"How long are you gonna keep that up? Hurry and follow."
"B-But...?!"
"That sow's hoping you'll react—ignore her and come on."
"Haaah... Master is so cruel today too... ♥"
In the end, Violet chose to hesitantly follow, hands clamped over her ears.
Of course, Eleonora danced grotesquely in ecstasy from the stimulation on her clit, but Violet gritted her teeth, ignored her, and kept pace behind me.
Soon, puzzled by my peeking into every pigsty, Violet started checking the same spots.
But all she saw were piglets fleeing madly at my appearance.
Occasionally grabbing a leg here and there...
Just baffling behavior.
Wondering why, Violet quickened her steps to approach me.
💭 SD Character Aren't you adapting way too fast already? 'Yeah, right?'
Eleonora's panting like mad back there from every step, yet Violet approaches me like nothing's wrong.
"Oh? There it is."
"?"
And just as I spotted my target, Violet whipped her head toward it too—but Eleonora grabbed her wrists and yanked them above her head.
"Ahh?! What now!?"
"Stay still."
"That's what I'm asking—what... wh-why are you grabbing my breasts again... hiiing...!"
Violet protested the sudden binding of her wrists, but Eleonora kneaded her modest tits, coaxing out milk.
"Master, the milk is ready."
"Good... hold on..."
-Squeeeal! Squeeeal!
With pink berry nipples oozing fluffy white milk visible to the naked eye, I snatched a piglet by the hind leg from the nearby sty.
"What... what are you planning...?!"
"What else? Grab a runt and... what do you think I'm gonna do?"
"R-Runt...?"
"Slang for a piglet that couldn't get enough milk from mom because of sibling rivalry."
No need for me to explain—Eleonora whispered it to Violet, pointing at the scrawny one in my grip.
"Piglets deprived of milk from birth never grow properly, never bulk up, and catch every illness their puny bodies can muster."
"Th-That's... true?"
Violet subtly glanced down at her own breasts, at her leaking nipples, realizing what we were about to do.
I approached with the wriggling pig in one hand, nipping her nipple lightly while squeezing her breast with the other.
Her milk flowed straight into my mouth.
"Mmm, delicious. Almost a shame to waste it on pigs."
"Haaah... y-you don't mean... on me...?!"
"Stay still! You've already got your nipples this hard from Master sucking them!"
"But don't—stooop...?!"
Did she think I was gonna fuck her?
Violet started thrashing as I pressed the piglet's snout to her breast.
"No! I said no!"
"Oh? Does our saintess want this pig to die young? Sure, it'll be slaughtered someday, but you wanna watch it suffer?"
"Ughhh... no...!? Th-That's not fair! You make it impossible to refuse!"
"Alright, saintess consents. Shall we begin?"
"Ughhh...!"
Even the piglet in my hand seemed to perk up at her tits, as if agreeing.
"Most pigs in this sty just weaned. They'll eat feed, sure—but offer milk? They'll go nuts for it."
💭 SD Character Whoa, Breeder, you're weirdly serious about pigs in this kinda thing! I was always serious.
Pigs or sows, didn't matter.
Training sows, fattening pigs for sale.
Doing both at once wasn't hard—not since training Eleonora.
💭 SD Character Tch, acting cool like you've seen this before! What you're doing is straight-up criminal! With the SD Character's jab, I averted my eyes from the pig in my hand and Violet's trembling gaze.
Guess in times like this, my most reliable ally is Eleonora after all.
"Haa... Master, why won't you give me this nursing play? This Eleonora knows she's only good for playing with her pussy, but I can't humbly accept this sorrow—my tears are pussy juice instead...!"
"..."
Can't trust a single one of them.