Chapter 227
Chapter 227
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 227
Chapter Title: At That Moment, the White Sow
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At that very moment, with the white sow...
After tormenting Violet with an electric drill for a good while, Sin Seon-dong was in the midst of relocating to the open lot beside the warehouse, where all sorts of junk was piled up.
Having caught sight of Sin Seon-dong through a gap in the window,
the silver-haired female knight Christia was stewing over the humiliation she'd just endured at his hands, unleashing a torrent of curses against him.
"You filthy bastard! You repulsive scum! How can you not only shamelessly commit such ruthless, inhuman acts against a defenseless woman but actually take pleasure in it?!"
Even the barbarians wouldn't treat a captured female knight like this.
To them, women were nothing more than breeders to produce warriors for the tribe, but at least from the moment they conceived their own child, they afforded them some modicum of respect as females.
But what of Christia?
She was being handled quite literally like a sow—nothing more, nothing less, in a treatment so wretched it defied description.
On the day she was brought here, when he first declared he'd only feed her semen, she'd thought it was a lie. She'd dismissed it as mere bluster meant to intimidate her.
But this morning, after taking his cock in her mouth and licking it as he'd ordered—actually swallowing his semen—Christia finally realized with fury that he truly intended to turn them not into playthings, but livestock.
There wasn't the slightest trace of guilt on his face for training them as sex slaves.
"And worst of all, he was enjoying it... He watched me pitifully lap up his semen with utter satisfaction, gazing at me with those filthy eyes that saw me not as a person, but as his pig devouring its feed...!!"
Even as she shot him glares brimming with open disgust—eyes loaded with curses and maledictions fierce enough to slay a goblin or two—he simply brushed it off with a casual "I see."
But what burned hottest of all was Christia herself: the fact that, despite all his mockery, she'd eagerly devoured his semen.
"I should have acted the part...! I should have pretended to be so defiant that he had no choice but to train me—like this morning, making him shove that filthy thing into my mouth...!"
The moment his semen splattered generously into her food bowl, Christia had unwittingly swallowed hard.
Unable to reject that foul, repulsive stench—yet somehow familiar scent of his—she'd prostrated herself before him like some beast, lapping it up, and not content with that,
that vile odor, that inexplicably familiar scent, had her trembling uncontrollably before she knew it, her pussy growing slick, handing him prime material to mock her with.
Of course, it wasn't all bad.
It had gone according to her plan to divert his attention from Violet by drawing his interest to herself—she'd succeeded in getting him to touch her pussy.
Even after witnessing her climax while drinking his semen,
even seeing her body quiver so wantonly it seemed begging to be fucked, Sin Seon-dong had left her untouched and walked away. Yet mere hours later, he'd laid hands on her pussy.
Whether his refusal to fuck her that morning stemmed from caution, she couldn't say,
but for a plan hastily conceived at dawn, achieving that result was a positive sign.
Yet every memory in this process shared one common thread.
Herself, pussy wetting at the smell of his semen;
herself, mouth fucked by him, lapping up semen and climaxing.
In every instance, there she was, eagerly devouring his semen without a shred of resistance, going into heat.
The time it took for him to touch Christia's pussy: one day.
The time it took for her to eagerly guzzle his semen: also one day.
It was far too disadvantageous an exchange rate.
Christia was overwhelmingly outmatched by Sin Seon-dong; no matter what she did, she couldn't afford a one-for-one trade.
Of course, as mentioned,
there were results.
But the depravity her body had accepted to obtain them was far too lethal.
She could confidently say that even after escaping this palace and returning to her old life, no matter what delicacies she tasted, she'd recall Sin Seon-dong's semen;
and even sweet honey would evoke the taste and that loathsome stench, making her pussy wet.
This was no mere intuition as a holy knight captain.
The woman within Christia herself had affirmed it.
"I need to snap out of it... Remember, I'm not here to be trained as his sex slave..."
What was lost was lost.
Prepare for what lies ahead.
Muttering this to herself, Christia steeled her resolve by thinking of Violet, who was surely suffering somewhere in this place right now.
(In truth, at that very moment, Violet was being toyed with by Sin Seon-dong's electric drill.)
As she pondered how to make him so desperate to ravage her body that he couldn't hold back, Christia suddenly noticed the water bucket with a straw-like tube dangling before her eyes.
It wasn't anything special.
It was one of the large water buckets equipped in every stall for all the sows here—the one to her left, the one behind her, all of them.
It was clearly a drinking device for mobility-impaired sows, but what caught Christia's eye wasn't the pig bucket right in front of her.
"...I told you not to drink too much water, didn't I?"
What sprang to mind was none other than the cryptic parting words Sin Seon-dong had left her with before departing: "Try not to drink too much water if you can help it."
Why on earth say that?
Don't drink too much water?
Humiliating as it was, she'd sipped it a few times, and unlike his semen, it was just plain, ordinary water. Crystal clear, purer than even the church water, without a speck of impurity.
Poison? Aphrodisiac?
Nothing like that. If anything, the lack of the latter was disappointing.
Had it been an aphrodisiac, that cunning Sin Seon-dong would've gloated, "Haha, I knew telling you not to drink it would make you chug it down!" while violating her.
(Of course, this was merely Christia's personal fancy.)
"As far as I can tell, this water is impeccably clean. But then why tell me not to drink too much?"
Was he trying to control her water intake now to gain something from her?
Or...
"..."
Staring silently at the semen-filled food bowl, Christia's face flushed crimson in an instant. She cleared her throat with a cough, then muttered as if nothing had happened.
"After seeing me devour his semen so greedily, is he trying to train me by leaving that sticky load lingering in my mouth and throat for as long as possible?"
He's not the type for such a transparently clumsy ploy...?
But with nothing better to do,
Christia scooted over on her haunches to her food bowl, extending her tongue slightly toward Sin Seon-dong's semen, still viscous and not yet hardened, flaunting its obscenity.
"Hngh..."
As expected, unlike the stench assaulting her nostrils, this sweetness seeping into her tongue tip—the rich flavor of a male! Christia's ponytail quivered like a hornet's wings.
'I hate to admit it, but this taste is undeniable—no matter how much I deny it, I can't!'
Yes, this was abnormally delicious; it wasn't her being weird.
Nodding to herself, muttering that it couldn't be helped, Christia hurriedly thrust her head toward the water bucket in front of her.
"Not the time for this. Now, the water..."
Gulp!
Having tasted but a tiny dab of semen on her tongue tip, Christia nonetheless guzzled water like a toad in a pond, filling herself to the brim.
She then puffed out her cheeks, working her jaws as if to wash away the mouth-filling stench, swallowing another massive gulp. Satisfied with the fresh sensation now cleansing her mouth, she broke into a pleased smile.
"Nice and clean. Though the smell in my nose... Hoo... lingers, at least that unpleasant texture in my mouth is completely gone. Most satisfying."
The most vexing part of tasting this semen was not just the nose-probing smell and flavor, but its stubborn viscosity clinging relentlessly in her mouth.
The longer that stickiness lasted, the more it tormented her nose and mouth with the unending taste and aroma of semen.
But chugging water like this overwhelmed it with sheer volume, dissolving it away.
"So he was bluffing on purpose to make me addicted to his semen?"
Harboring the secret shame that she'd ended up masturbating once under his tormenting touch on her pussy, Christia glanced sidelong at the pigsty door,
then began lapping up the remaining semen in her bowl.
"Slurp... Phew... Th-this intense smell... this repulsive stench... Eleonora's and the barbarian princess's pussy smells or whatever this filthy mix is... Gulp!"
Whenever the heat threatened to rise in her throat, not on her watch—she immediately slurped down mouthfuls of water to douse it. Christia flashed another satisfied smile, her hips swaying unconsciously.
Of course, she was unaware of this action herself, but it didn't matter; she'd discovered that tasting semen followed by drinking water extended the time she could resist him.
In that manner, Christia drained the entire bucket of water allotted to her, polishing off her food bowl clean.
"Eh? You really drank it all? I told you not to drink too much..."
"I'd sooner die than obey you."
"...I warned you. Don't come crying to me later, got it?"
"??"
Later, as Sin Seon-dong shook his cock to feed her dinner, he made that intriguingly ominous remark, but Christia snorted derisively and kept drinking, and drinking more.
It didn't take long to realize what that warning truly meant.