Chapter 260
Chapter 260
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 260
Chapter Title: As She Had Said
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Several hours later.
Violet, left alone after Eleonora departed and reduced to a pitiful state, buried her face in her hands and hung her head low with a deep sigh.
"Ugh... What in the world have I done...!"
The scorching heat of lust that had clouded her reason and danced before her eyes had vanished completely after that brief commotion.
Now, left all alone in the pigsty room after Eleonora's departure, Violet swung her twintails wildly, as if she couldn't bear to show her face after committing those vulgar, shameful acts.
"I-It was necessary! Absolutely necessary!"
-I'll step out for a bit and come back.
-Pardon?
-Don't worry. Good news will arrive soon.
Unlike Violet, who was still reeling from the shock of having her clitoris bitten and sucked, Eleonora had calmly fitted rings and chains onto her own nipples before leaving those final words.
Eleonora had strolled leisurely through the midst of the pigs as if it were a lie that she'd just been suckling them like a mother sow moments before.
Violet, unable to grab hold of her in time, could only stare blankly at the empty spot Eleonora had left behind, clinging to her promise of good news.
But that didn't last long.
-Kyaa, kyaak?!
-Oink!
-Squeal!
Violet had no choice but to offer her milk again to the baby pigs, who were furious at having suckled on Eleonora—a sow with no milk—and launched a full assault on her.
With only so many nipples to go around, filling the bellies of all these baby pigs took time, and it was about thirty minutes ago that the last one, stuffed full from her milk, nestled into its siblings' arms and fell asleep.
From then until now, Violet had been scrubbing her filthy body with the water from the bucket, but perhaps because the cold water hit her skin...
Memories of her actions suddenly flashed before her like a panorama.
Even now, she insisted to herself that it had been necessary and that she knew it full well—but she also knew just as well that she'd indulged in utterly depraved lewdness.
Violet hurriedly splashed water onto her breasts, which were starting to heat up and throb once more.
"Ugh... It's coming out again..."
Her breasts, including the nipples, were so thoroughly sucked that they had swollen up plump.
She'd produced enough milk to fill the bellies of dozens of baby pigs, so she thought it might finally settle down—but no such luck, as fresh white milk beaded on her nipples again, making Violet grimace.
"...While the milk will certainly help seduce that man, surely these swollen breasts will kill any desire to suck them?"
Slap, slap. Each time she patted her breasts, a sticky sound echoed between them and her palms.
Violet glanced toward the entrance where Eleonora had left, her cheeks flushing slightly as she gently cupped her breasts with her hands.
Compared to the sows on this farm, her delicate, fern-like hands and the petite breasts that fit so neatly into them.
For some reason, Violet suddenly recalled the jiggling breasts of the platinum-haired sow, snorted in disdain, and began massaging her own breasts tenderly.
"Ugh... This isn't the time for this, not the time to knead my breasts like this... Hn...!!"
'Did the baby pigs suck them too hard? Just a light touch with my hands...?!'
Her breasts were already swollen.
They were so hypersensitive that even a breeze might draw sweet moans from her lips, and without proper rest, subjecting them to repeated milking like this only amplified the sensitivity in her forcibly drained nipples and breasts.
'Why does this feel so good...? It's weird. It hurts, but I keep wanting to knead and pinch them...!'
Oblivious to this fact, Violet kept pinching her nipples and kneading her breasts until a pool of milk gathered in her palm.
After repeating this several times, panting with arousal...
"Haaah..."
Violet exhaled the hot breath filling her lungs all at once, as if this were the last, and gazed down at the milk pooled in her palm—the saintess's milk brimming with divine power.
"Without even praying, this much divine power...!"
Violet let out a small sigh, dimly understanding why Sin Seon-dong had been so obsessed with her milk and why he'd tried to feed it to a feeble sow.
'Come to think of it, Christia was overjoyed when she saw my milk back then...'
She remembered Christia calling it not mere milk, but holy milk, from the pure saintess's breasts—but now was not the time for that.
Instead, she began slathering the milk she'd gathered in her palm onto her breasts.
"Like this... hn! With so much divine power, even without a prayer to Heil, my natural healing will... h-hnnngh... it's hot...!"
As if forgetting how she'd tormented her already sensitive breasts and nipples moments ago, she was now spreading her own milk there to absorb it.
Did she realize she was making her erogenous breasts even more sensitive, even more lewd, with her own hands?
"Phew... There. It's going down!"
Violet shook her half-twintails happily as she watched the swelling subside from her breasts the moment she spread the milk thoroughly.
And at that moment—
Creak—
"Ack?!"
Violet, who had been wiping the dust from her body amid the pigs and tidying herself up spotless, heard the door latch turn.
She scrambled to kneel right there at the sight of the adult man's silhouette, backlit by the outside world's blinding light compared to the dark pigsty, clasped her hands together, and closed her eyes.
Acting exactly as Eleonora had advised—performing pious prayer with reverence.
"What are you doing?"
"..."
'Lady Eleonora said that screaming to be ravished would backfire. I need to stimulate him with something only I possess, something only I can show.'
Sin Seon-dong tilted his head slightly at Violet's silence, then walked past her to inspect the pigsty room where she and Eleonora had been.
"Let's see, one two three..."
"Thirty-seven."
"Thirty-seven? Huh, for real."
"Hmph."
Counting the heads of the baby pigs sleeping contentedly after nursing wasn't hard, but Violet snorted as if it were nothing.
'Who do you think nursed these pigs in the first place!'
She wanted to scream for him to ravish her right then, but she held back—patience would be rewarded. Eyes squeezed shut, ignoring her as he checked the count just as Eleonora predicted, Violet prayed to the goddess.
A prayer questionable enough to wonder if it suited beseeching the goddess to make him ravish her.
"But that's weird? I didn't give them feed, so what'd they eat to sleep smacking their lips like this?"
"..."
"What did you do to them?"
"..."
She wanted to provoke him here and make him pounce, but she held back again. Those who wait are blessed—if she kept pretending to pray silently like this...
"And what's this sweet smell? What's that on their mouths? It's not their mother's milk."
"..."
"Hmm... Sneaking in some impressive work behind my back?"
Surely the frustrated Sin Seon-dong would pick a fight with her.
That's why Violet deliberately ignored him, mumbling prayers to the goddess as if she hadn't heard, maintaining an attitude of 'you've ignored me all this time, so now I'll ignore you.'
Though her heart pounded anxiously, wondering if this would fail to seduce him and earn outright hatred instead.
Sin Seon-dong stared at her intently for a moment, then rummaged through the bag in the corner of the pigsty room—the one holding Violet's rations like drinking water and bread—and began pulling out everything edible except the water.
"Ahh?! What are you doing! That's mine!"
"Now you look my way?"
"Eek!"
She'd expected a confrontation, but not over food.
Violet rushed to snatch the bread back from Sin Seon-dong and tugged at the bag, but he ignored her completely, munching away.