Chapter 245
Chapter 245
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 245
Chapter Title: Don't Come Closer!
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Christia trembled, her eyes squeezed shut tight, bracing for the palm that would come crashing down on her ass at any second.
But the moment the door opened and she realized my attention had shifted elsewhere, she whipped her head toward it. Before she could even catch a glimpse of her savior's face,
her expression soured at the voice of a female warrior ringing in her ears.
"Did you bring everything I asked for?"
"Of course! I cleared out the whole fridge!"
"I figured it'd be Eleonora doing this, so it's rare to see you come in person like this."
Normally, at this hour, she'd be washing the breakfast dishes and airing out the house, so I thought Eleonora would handle it instead. I hadn't expected big sis Urga to show up herself.
When I asked why, Urga cleared her throat with a loud cough, and Christia perked up her ears, hoping to glean some info from whatever came out of Urga's mouth.
But judging by those twitching lips and the face flushing red with embarrassment, it didn't look like Christia was getting the answer she wanted.
"Ahem, a good sow knows to help out with her stud's work, right? Ahem, laundry's fine and all, but a real good sow helps out directly too. That's what Mom and all the women in our tribe drilled into my head until my ears were numb..."
"So you're here to play the good wife?"
"G-good wife?! Nice way to put it. Yeah! I'm here to play the good wife as a proper sow!"
Urga placed both hands on her chocolate-brown hips poking out over her hot pants, thrusting her chest out proudly.
It wasn't quite on Eleonora's level, but still impressive enough that the black tank top hugging her breasts looked ready to scream.
But Urga, beaming with pride at getting one step closer to her ideal of a devoted wife, had no time to heed its cries.
"Hmph, you filthy heretics sticking together, and taking that musclebound brute as a wife? You've got no eye for quality, do you?"
"W-wife?! Don't spring compliments on me out of nowhere!"
Her words were clearly meant as an insult, but Urga only heard what she wanted to hear. Her face turned as red as Christia's glowing ass, and she hopped up and down on the spot in excitement.
If I poked her any more right now, she'd probably pounce on me then and there. So I quickly asked Urga to unpack the items from the icebox.
"It's that thing from last time, right?"
"Yeah, that one."
"That thing?"
Just moments ago, she'd tormented me plenty, but now they were talking about something only the two of us knew? Christia glared at me, frustrated, as if demanding I spill the beans on their scheme.
But ignoring her,
as Urga opened the icebox, plastic packs and all sorts of strange tools dangled from her hands.
Christia flinched, tensing up at the bizarre items she'd never seen before.
"So our little piglet's getting this... right?"
"Hey, careful with that. You could cause a mess."
"That's why I came myself. That girl keeps trying to steal it, so I told her to bring it over, but I was worried she'd run off with it somewhere."
"Heh heh."
In Urga's hand was a plastic pack that looked just like the others—virtually indistinguishable except for slight size differences.
"These the ones?"
"Yeah, the ones with the swollen red blisters."
Christia, intrigued by the mention of something Eleonora might steal, sidled closer and strained to listen. But that lasted only a moment.
"Wh-what do you think you're doing?!"
The instant she saw Urga slather gel on the spiral-tipped cone at the end of a metal rod and shove it into the sow's body right in front of her, she shrieked at us.
"What else? Inseminating the sow."
"I-inseminating...? You said inseminating?!"
That clearly wasn't what she had in mind for animal breeding. Shoving a rod into a sow and calling it insemination? Christia yelled in confusion, her eyes shaking as she watched her stall neighbor get "bred."
"Don't lie! Breeding happens through mating between beasts, not by tormenting it like th–"
"That's natural breeding. This is artificial insemination."
"A-artificial insemination?!"
Unable to believe that life could be created by human hands, Christia stared at me in shock.
"Heh, yeah, it surprised me too at first."
"That's a fond memory. You grabbed my collar, shook me, and yelled not to lie."
"Why bring that up?!"
Even as she snapped at me, Urga started connecting the transparent nozzle sticking out from the rod's handle to the pack's opening.
She squeezed it long and hard, and Christia kept staring at me with trembling eyes, demanding an explanation.
"Wh-what are you doing? What's that you're injecting?! No, don't tell me—don't say that's what's inside her..."
"Sow semen."
"?!?!?!?!?!?!"
Life was meant to follow the divine order set by the gods.
Shaking with rage at witnessing such blasphemy right before her eyes, Christia sputtered.
"This is sacrilege...! How dare you—you of all people—defile life like this in front of me, the sword of the Goddess! Do you think you'll get away with it?! Divine punishment will come! The heavens will smite you, I swear it!"
"If that were true, our old man would be way too healthy for his own good."
I was starting to wonder why he'd retired so early.
As Christia shrieked at Urga to stop, I tapped her ass and told her to look over here.
"I get you're worried about your stall buddy already, but it's not time for you to worry about other sows yet."
"What...? Y-you don't mean...?! "
"Sows in heat show all sorts of symptoms, but the classic one is swelling around the vulva, right?"
［Swelling? What're you talkin' about?］
Swelling—like boils puffed up. Meaning her pussy was red and swollen.
"Like your pussy right now, Christia."
"Wha...? N-no, that's not...! Th-this is just from you raping me yesterday and overworking my pussy! It's not swollen for that reason!"
Quick on the uptake, she realized what I was planning and bolted to a corner of her stall.
"Just stick your cock in instead! I'll take it—no matter how much you thrust, shove your cock in me!"
"Who the hell does this bitch think she's seducing in front of me?!"
With me right there, Urga exploded, thinking Christia had no shame flirting with me. Christia fired right back, refusing to back down.
"Shut your mouth, heretic! Even if you schemed to survive harsh lands, how can a savage like you—who lives with nature—defile life like this?!"
"What're you on about? Back home, if you're not savage to every living thing, you die! That's just well-fed brats with nothing better to do whining about respect and blasphemy."
"You tell her, sis!"
Had Christia hit the perfect trigger button?
Urga kept squeezing the semen pack steadily, looking utterly exasperated.
"Divine order? Fine, whatever. But if following that crap gets me killed, when do I even worry about it? Did you lot ever give us the chance?!"
For her tribe, venturing into warmer lands had been a millennia-old dream. Now she was artificially inseminating sows and begging me at home to knock her up like a wild boar in heat.
But until recently, she'd been a warrior of the Gray Wolves, surviving in that brutal frozen hell.
She knew nature's laws better than Christia ever could—maybe too well.
Of course, Christia just dismissed her as a barbarian savage.
I slipped into Christia's stall, tapping the injector tip toward her like flicking a syringe needle.
"Normally I'd need gel, but your pussy's already soaked weirdly enough. Should slide right in."
"N-no... This is unforgivable... Even if I'm your sex slave who offered my virginity..."
"Sex slave? Nah, you're a sow. Just take my cock grunting, get knocked up nice and quiet with my litter."
It felt like I was a hunter stalking prey.
To ramp up her terror, I stepped toward her slow and deliberate.
"And..."
"D-don't come... Don't come closer...!"
"Sows get bred in their own special way."
"Don't come! I said don't come near me!"