Chapter 228
Chapter 228
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 228
Chapter Title: White Sow Christia
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The next morning, Christia glared at Sin Seon-dong with utter contempt as he predictably shook his cock in front of her like it was some kind of feed.
"Just in case you didn't know..."
"Hmph!"
Gulp!
"Aigoo, I told you not to guzzle the water like that..."
"Do you think I'd fall for your tricks over something this trivial?"
Why had he come alone today? Where had he left Lady Eleonora, barging in here all by himself and waving his cock around?
Since she was trapped here with no hope of escape anyway, had his guard dropped compared to the first or second day, lulled into complacency?
Christia snorted derisively at Sin Seon-dong as he flaunted his cock right in front of her, then ostentatiously chugged the water. It was morning, after all, so she needed a drink anyway.
She just wanted to get as far away as possible from the cock stench wafting off that wildly swinging dick of his. Sure, you couldn't exactly avoid it if you tried, but...
Chugging water like this was Christia's own little countermeasure against the cock smell, a way to dilute it even a bit.
"Here, fresh off the tap— piping hot cock milk, so savor that pure flavor while it's warm..."
"Sh-Shut your mouth! What kind of word are you slapping onto milk?!"
She still hadn't figured out how to properly counter his vulgar obscenities that came right along with his flopping cock, but that was fine. Filth like that would start feeling numb after a little exposure anyway.
Splurt splurt spluuurt— splurt—
"Eek?!"
'That foul stench... How can it be this pungent every single day... This vile, unchanging reek piercing my nose...'
Christia didn't bother voicing the rest.
Her lower mouth was already shyly moistening, speaking for her upper one—no need to add words.
'More than that, what an utterly shameless bastard...!'
Yesterday at lunch and dinner, no matter how she glared or cursed or spat vitriol at him, he'd acted like nothing was wrong—insisting not a single drop of semen could be left on his cock, piling on unnecessary "service" without a shred of guilt or shame.
On the contrary, he'd looked at her with eyes full of concern, like something was actually wrong with her!
"No appetite today? What's gotten into you..."
"Don't touch my head!"
Eat it, and it was revolting. Don't eat it, and...
'There was no option not to eat...'
In the end, Christia smacked his hand away with a heavy sigh and buried her face in the food bowl.
Slurp.
As if to say, happy now? she deliberately stuck out her tongue long and scooped up plenty of his supposedly "freshly squeezed" hot semen into her mouth, just like he'd said.
"Mm, there we go, eating nicely now. Oh, and I've said this until my ears are numb, but... aigoo."
Gulp!
Like a squirrel stockpiling food for winter, she'd stuffed her cheeks plump full of semen, so now she guzzled an equal amount of water to rinse away the lingering smell and remnants in her mouth.
'How's that? Pissed off yet? That I'm not getting drunk on your semen stench like you planned, staying perfectly sane—doesn't that just burn you up?!'
"Hmm... This is, uh..."
As if to say she saw right through his schemes, Christia gulped the water down noisily, then wagged her hips happily and shot Sin Seon-dong a mocking sneer.
She still didn't know exactly what ploy he was pulling, but by sneering and looking down on him like 'I won't fall for your bullshit!'—
She was sure it'd enrage him into raping her.
With that thought, Christia deliberately shook her ass right in front of him. Truth be told, her hips had been twitching unconsciously ever since his semen splattered into her bowl and the stench hit her nose.
But now, it was a deliberate, provocative taunt under her full control.
Christia's ideal revenge was slicing that smug face and cock to ribbons with her sword, but that wish was impossible for now.
So instead, she vented her stress by mocking him like this—even ignoring his warnings not to drink and chugging more water.
"Aigoo, in the end you guzzled a whole bowl."
Hmph!
Despite his persistent attempts to stop her, she defiantly matched every load of semen with an equal volume of water, devouring what he'd dumped out.
'By flushing my mouth and belly with this much water, diluting the semen's concentration, viscosity, and smell, I'll never again climax shamefully from eating this filthy stuff like last time!'
Of course, climaxing while drinking his semen might make him rape her, which seemed effective—but it was a double-edged sword that could drag her deeper into depravity.
From Christia's position, where she needed to monopolize all his attention, there was no need to take that risky gamble.
"Here."
"?"
She'd eaten it all right in front of him, so surely he'd leave now? But Christia frowned as Sin Seon-dong suddenly shoved his cock in her face.
"What the hell is this?"
"What else? Give this hardworking cock a kiss and clean it up— that too much to ask?"
Grind...
Now he was just doing whatever he pleased? Christia glared at the cock in disgust—not a drop left after all that, yet somehow there was still semen clinging on—but with no choice anyway,
She swiftly engulfed his limp, dangling cock in her mouth. The slimy, disgusting texture made her seriously consider biting the ugly thing in half right then,
but she sucked it down to the root with a deadpan grimace as he'd ordered— then spat it out with a ptui.
Needed to rinse with water quick.
"Satisfied now?"
"Hmm..."
"?"
What the hell was this wicked bastard thinking?
Christia tilted her head, comparing the Sin Seon-dong who'd been buzzing with excitement on day one—picking between raping her or Violet like it was a buffet—
to this one now, who just clicked his tongue at her in pity.
"What... I kept telling you..."
"So what have you been yapping about since earlier..."
"See ya~"
"W-Wait! Where do you think you're going?!"
For some reason, a bad premonition hit her. Christia hurriedly tried to grab him, but Sin Seon-dong had already rung the bell on the door and slipped out of the pigsty.
Unable to move an inch in this stall even if she wanted to grab him, Christia whipped around, craned her neck out, and peered through the windows on either side of the door to track him.
She sighed in relief upon seeing his silhouette in the right window—not the left where she suspected Violet was—and slumped down.
"I tensed up... For a second I thought my provocation pushed him over the edge to take it out on Lady Saintess... Whew... Ugh!"
But her relief was short-lived. Christia blushed at the thick semen stench mixing with her sigh and hurriedly crawled to the water trough.
She was aware that a lifelong biped had adapted to quadrupedal movement in just three days—but this was enemy territory.
He might change his mind and rape Violet anytime, and even with him gone, who knew how far his mysterious power extended.
So despite the humiliation, Christia crawled on all fours, and thinking he might be watching from anywhere, deliberately shook her tits and ass.
"Ugh... H-How did Lady Eleonora handle this so casually...?!"
Quadrupedal walking alone was shameful enough, but at least you could pretend to walk on your arms and cover your chest a bit.
Yet Eleonora, who could stand on two legs unlike Christia, casually exposed her tits and pussy—
even deliberately shaking them and her ass for Sin Seon-dong to see, or squatting with legs spread to flash her pussy when she didn't.
Her nonchalance went beyond calm—it was utterly natural, flaunting her naked body and shame without a care.
"I'll definitely turn into a sow who knows no shame like that...!!"
To do that, first he was trying to break her with this stinking semen.
With that, Christia gulped water while pondering how to enrage him into raping her.
But then—
Ding~!
"Eek?!"
'That bell means he's back...!'
The pigsty door suddenly swung open, and sure enough, the familiar man appeared with the morning sun crowning his head against the mountain backdrop.
So her provocation from earlier had worked, after all?
But something felt off.
She'd assumed he came to rape her, but he showed no sign of it—just leaving the door wide open and staring intently at her.
And he wasn't alone.
He'd brought Eleonora, semen dripping down her thighs just like yesterday morning, and the black-haired, black-eyed barbarian princess Urga—who at least had clothes on.
"Master."
"Wait."
"Understood."
"??"
What was this? What was he planning, bringing Urga too?
She couldn't say, but one thing was clear.
He was about to lay hands on her body.
She didn't know what vile trick he'd use, but he'd clearly prepared thoroughly to touch her—or Violet.
Christia glared back at Sin Seon-dong and his crew, refusing to lose in a staring contest.
"Eek...?!"
The chill morning air suddenly wafting into the pigsty made Christia clamp her thighs together and shiver.
And then,
"Mm, looks perfectly prepped."
"I'll catch her."