Chapter 232
Chapter 232
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 232
Chapter Title: To Cum or Not to Cum, That Is the Question
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The moment the game began, Sin Seon-dong, seated in a massive plastic chair from who-knows-where, gazed expectantly at the tubing hose connecting Violet and Christia.
"Alright, like I just said, it's three minutes—three minutes! Just hold out for three minutes, and aside from Eleonora here, no one else has to get fucked by me. That's your own kind of happy ending, so clench that piss pussy tight!"
"P-Piss pussy...?!"
"To spew such vulgar trash... every time you open your mouth...!"
How could he so casually spit out such lowbrow filth every time he parted his lips?
Christia desperately wanted to unleash a torrent of curses at Sin Seon-dong,
but with Violet right behind her—not to mention the dire state of her own piss pussy, her urethra, just as he'd described.
'It was already a struggle to hold back when we first stepped out here... Now it feels like a true test of my limits...!'
Even ignoring his words entirely, she'd chugged water relentlessly to dilute the taste and scent of his semen—not an exaggeration at all. That had been a fatal mistake.
'Three minutes... Just three minutes. Hold out for three minutes...'
"Hngh, hnnnght..."
"Haaa... haaa..."
True to their purpose of restraining sows, the stalls allowed not even the slightest movement. Amid the faint groans of the two sows, a quiet metallic clank began to reveal itself from the gaps between.
Clank, clank clank.
"Not even a minute in yet? Hang in there a bit longer."
"Already...?!"
"You mustn't respond... He's just baiting us into it, hnnnght...?!"
Clank! Clank!
In the excruciatingly cramped stalls—where even wiggling her hips was a Herculean task—the sows' trembling bodies unleashed a discordant cacophony, grating on the ears of the audience who followed no rules or rhythm.
"Haa... h-huuuaaa..."
"You have to hold it... Christia...!"
"Y-Yes, I'll hold... I swear, I'll endure no matter whaaat...!"
At the Saintess's command, Christia pressed her thighs together, desperately clamping down on her urethra and the tubing hose.
'I have to hold. I must endure...!'
It wasn't just obedience to the Saintess's order. Above all, she didn't want to get fucked.
For the Saintess, to protect her purity, Christia could cast aside her own virginity like a rag. But she was still a woman—having dedicated her body to the Goddess,
her maidenhood held value as a Holy Knight Captain, even if it paled beside the Saintess's purity.
She couldn't let it be stolen by this villain who delighted in humiliating and degrading women.
'I know I have no right to say this. But, but...!'
Just moments ago, she'd been ready to open her urethra willingly, letting Violet's urine flood in to take her place—even if it meant sinning.
Yet now, with this sudden three-minute chance, her resolve had vanished, and here she was, clinging desperately to avoid getting fucked. It was laughably pathetic,
but beneath it lay Christia's own calculations.
'He can feel these bars shaking—he knows I can't hold out long. Surviving three minutes would be a miracle; my piss pussy is in the absolute worst shape... But if I hold on right here, right in front of him...?'
Sin Seon-dong, who clearly planned to claim her virginity today, would fixate even more on her—teetering on the brink, ripe for the taking.
That would dovetail perfectly with her own plan: to absorb his lust until Violet's scheme came to fruition.
Getting fucked by him was inevitable, but if possible, she'd delay it, drawing his focus longer. Christia's resolve and strategy.
It might seem flimsy at first glance, but astonishingly, it was working.
"Huh, Master?"
"What? You looked ready to burst earlier, but now you're holding out like a champ? At this rate, I'll cum first."
"If I may be so bold, haven't you underestimated this Holy Knight Captain's resolve, hnggght...♥"
Sin Seon-dong hooked his toe through Eleonora's clitoris ring and yanked. Love juices dripped from her pussy as she let out a lewd moan, right on cue.
'Violet makes sense—she only drinks when needed. But Christia? How's that bitch holding out so well?'
Violet's restraint was understandable.
But Christia?
Christia had gulped down water right in front of him, yet now she was grinding her thighs, shaking the stall like she was seconds from exploding—and still holding strong?
Time had already passed the halfway mark of his promised three minutes.
Sin Seon-dong pondered briefly, then slyly shifted his gaze from the groaning, quivering Christia to Violet, connected via urethra. He shouted loud enough for both to hear.
"Alright, two minutes down! One more to go—just a little longer!"
"!!"
"One minute...!"
No sooner had he spoken than Violet and Christia snapped their heads up in unison.
Were they relieved this hellish time was ending?
'Only one minute left...?!'
'One whole minute still...?!'
Far from it.
Violet felt panic at having just one minute remaining. Christia felt urgency as her tension slipped, her stinging urethra protesting.
For Violet, the time was far too short. For Christia, agonizingly long.
Despite sensing time's flow in opposite directions, neither showed any ease.
And then, Violet cautiously spoke up.
"Um, excuse meee..."
"What?"
"You called this a game earlier, right...?"
"Yep."
"What happens if there's no winner this time...?"
What was she saying?
Christia, rubbing her thighs together—so fused they seemed one—and bumping against the stall walls, froze at a chill foreboding colder than autumn wind. She stared at Violet.
"Good question... You've both tried so hard, so I'll respect that. Until next week's rematch decides a winner, no fucking—just training for you both."
"What?!"
"S-Saintess...?"
Why did anxiety seep from Violet's sigh? Why did it feel so ominous?
"Then! Then what's the win condition?!"
"Win condition? You'll know at the end. Who pissed more, who lost pathetically."
"N-No... Just hold on a bit longer... Just a little more...!"
Less than thirty seconds left, surely.
Conversation had dragged since his "one minute" call—maybe half that at most.
"Ch-Christia...!"
"No! Absolutely not, Saintess!"
Victory was in sight.
Yet Christia shook her ponytail desperately, pleading amid her mad anxiety.
"Hnnngh...!"
"Saintess...?!"
But despite her pleas, Violet's body began to tremble.
Exposed naked to the crisp autumn air?
No.
This wasn't chill or cold-induced shivering.
It was the urge to release.
Separate from the shame of exposing her urination to others, it was the instinctive pleasure that came with voiding—Christia, linked via urethra to Violet, knew it for certain.
Violet was pissing.
The weight and tremor in the hose connecting them proved it: urine flowing from Violet's body toward her own urethra.
"Ooo..."
Sin Seon-dong, pressing Eleonora's face firmly into his crotch, admired the yellow stream trickling from Violet toward Christia, as if confirming the answer.
"Sorry... I'm sorry, Christia...! You got dragged into this because of me, so...!"
"Ooh! A last-second betrayal from the Saintess side!? Ten seconds left! At this rate, my cock goes straight to the Saintess!"
"Shut up! No, absolutely not...!"
Despite Christia's pleas,
urine from Violet's urethra surged through the hose, propelled by pressure, reaching Christia's urethral opening.
If even a drop entered her body, Violet would win this filthy game—and be the one fucked by Sin Seon-dong. Obvious.
Christia shook her hips, willing it back, begging it to reverse,
but...
"Hnnnguuuh...?!"
'Th-The Saintess's piss...?!'
Her efforts futile, the yellow flood filled every gap in the hose between the sows,
and Christia squeezed her eyes shut as hot liquid invaded her expulsion orifice. She flung her thighs wide—previously twisted tight—and desperately released her clamped urethra.
And then,
Blooooorp-!!
"Eh? Ch-Chris...tia...?!"
"H-Hnnnght...! Forgive me... Forgive me...!"
Suddenly, massive air bubbles erupted from the hose linking their urethras—filled with Violet's urine.