Chapter 272
Chapter 272
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 272
Chapter Title: Ominous Words
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"What a blunder... What kind of blunder is this...!"
The moment dawn broke, Christia opened her eyes only to squeeze them shut tight at the sight of herself still asleep with her ass raised high. She was berating herself once more for the shameful display she'd put on the day before.
"Even if that bastard is utterly unpredictable, feeling pleasure from his... no, from some filthy tool like that, and even passing out from it...!"
In truth, having some crude device like a deep insemination tool shoved into her pussy was no big deal. She'd often received reports from her fellow holy knights who went out to subjugate heretics.
Reports of those wicked heretics seating naked women atop sharp triangular wooden horses or tormenting them with wooden cocks carved from lumber.
So Christia had fully anticipated—and acknowledged—that Sin Seon-dong, who had corrupted Eleonora to that extent, would do the same or worse.
But anticipation was one thing.
When that deep insemination tool actually slammed into her womb entrance, what happened?
"I thought an immense pain would come... but that lasted only a moment. The shock of my womb entrance being pierced was instantly erased by an overwhelming pleasure...!"
She'd already been conditioned by frequently ingesting Sin Seon-dong's semen, to the point where even the lingering scent of his seed in her food bowl made her body tremble faintly.
And in that state, a device that injected semen directly into her womb!
Christia kept blaming herself as she recalled that brief but intense, agonizing pleasure—and the sight of herself in that moment.
"This won't do! I'm here to buy time for the Saintess, not to enjoy the pleasures he gives me!"
She should have endured it.
No matter what he did to her, she should have borne it stoically, provoked him, and lured him into ravaging her so he couldn't hold back.
"My instincts tell me the Saintess's purity is safe for now, that she's still safe..."
Whether due to her faith connecting her spirit to the believers', including herself, she was certain of this one thing: the Saintess remained pure.
In the end, she had been the winner of that game. By pissing into Violet's piss pussy while joined with her yogas, she'd committed blasphemy but fulfilled her sacred duty as a holy knight.
But it had been a vulgar game where they'd wagered their pussies, so she couldn't guarantee Sin Seon-dong hadn't laid hands on any other part of Violet's body besides that one.
"No, he must have defiled every part of the Saintess except her pussy."
Perhaps she was already defiled...
As her thoughts reached that point, Christia let out a groan and began blaming herself anew.
Of course, from her perspective, she couldn't have predicted he'd use a tool fit only for sows on her, so it was somewhat unavoidable—an act of God, really.
Feeling world-shattering pleasure from it was another matter entirely.
"Eut...!"
The moment she thought of it, a dull ache throbbed in her lower belly. Christia glanced toward the chief sow's entrance with a slightly flushed face, then gently stroked her lower abdomen.
Her womb, full to bursting with semen, gave a satisfying sense of fullness.
But only for a moment. She shook her head vigorously and muttered softly.
"I... need to get it out..."
Traces of hardened semen littered her crotch, and her womb and pussy sloshed with Sin Seon-dong's seed. Whether from disgust or something else,
Christia paced around her stall for a bit before subtly pushing her ass toward the food trough where the other sows were looking—toward her food bowl.
"I have to get used to it. If I react to his semen like this every time, I'll really lose myself one day...!"
Biting her lip hard, she let out a stifled moan. Astonishingly, Violet's pussy parted slightly, and thick white semen began dripping from the gap.
"Huu... I'll kill him. I definitely will...!"
Vowing to exterminate Sin Seon-dong, who had inflicted such humiliation not just on her but on the Saintess too, Christia shuddered at the sensation and scent of the semen leaking from her pussy.
If it were just plain semen, she might have played it cool. But since it had come from her pussy, it was undoubtedly mixed with her own juices.
"Haa... It's even more depraved now, mingled with my love juices to create this lewd scent...?!"
With each plip, plop of semen dripping out, the obscene smell grew stronger.
Christia wrinkled her nose at the corrupt aroma of male semen blended with female essence, glancing repeatedly at the entrance as her face burned red.
"I need to hurry. I have to numb my sense of taste and smell...!"
Any moment now, Sin Seon-dong would barge in under the pretense of feeding her breakfast, only to shove his cock into her mouth.
"Heung-euk, heu, heu, euuuk...!!"
Before that, to dull her senses in preparation, Christia strained with all her might and finally poured even the last drop from her womb into her food trough.
"Haa... haa... Hurry, hurry..."
As if it were urgent, ignoring the semen clumped in her pussy hair, Christia spun around. Wrinkling her nose at the strong lewd scent assaulting her,
gulp
she gulped and slowly thrust her head into her food trough, dipping her tongue into her unique feed that stood out from the other sows'.
"Beee... chuup, churuup... puhaaa..."
Like her flushed red face, her plump lips parted to reveal a pink tongue that plunged tirelessly into the pool of semen before her, delivering the filthy sludge to her mouth.
"Haa, why does it have to taste this good...?!"
Christia scolded herself again for gulping it down like water, yet she didn't stop working her tongue.
She couldn't stop.
At other times, maybe, but this was her morning delicacy—semen perfectly fermented inside her womb with her pussy juices, custom feed for a sow...
"What am I thinking?! Get a grip! I'm human! Even in this state, I can't forget my human dignity! If I crumble, the Saintess is next, churup—the Saintess will be next...!"
To think of this substance even beasts would shun as food!
Of course, even as she said it, Christia had no choice in the matter.
All she could do was buy time, and the only way to do that was to draw Sin Seon-dong's attention to herself as much as possible.
After devouring every drop in her food trough, Christia used the water from the trough beside it to wash away the semen still clinging to her body.
"Keut..."
Mostly from her legs—especially her thighs and pussy—scrubbing off the crusted semen, she relived the horrific moments from yesterday while vowing never to let him have his way again.
ding~
"!"
Suddenly, the bell at the entrance rang.
This bell, once attached to a certain platinum-haired sow's clit ring, signaled someone entering. Christia quickly gargled with the water in her mouth and spat it out carelessly.
As the silhouette backed by bright morning sunlight appeared, bringing the crude male stench with it, she scowled—and sure enough,
"Oh, you're awake? You were out cold all day yesterday."
"Hmph, here to rape my mouth again?"
Sin Seon-dong appeared in his usual sky-blue work clothes, grinning. Christia shivered slightly in the cool morning air entering the chief sow pen, eyed his crotch, and swallowed hard.
Of course, it was deliberate on her part.
Acting like she was being broken in just as he wanted.
"Hmm... That hungry for it?"
"W-who said I wanted your filthy cock?!"
"I didn't say anything."
"Keut...!"
Also acting, of course.
As Sin Seon-dong slowly approached her—and her food trough—with that annoying smirk, Christia turned to face him like a catcher receiving a pitch.
Lifting her heels, she squatted down. The moment he reached her stall, she spread her legs wide with a snap, exposing her silver-haired pussy to him.
Seeing a flicker of surprise in his eyes, Christia smirked inwardly at how perfectly he was falling into her trap. Then, still in position, she gaped her mouth wide and said,
"Do whatever you want. You're here to rape my mouth pussy anyway, right?"
"Pretty much."
"Ubup!?"
Before she could finish, Sin Seon-dong's massive cock thrust into her mouth.
'Right, that's within expectations.'
Having raped her mouth pussy once, doing it again was no challenge. Christia clumsily swirled her tongue around his invading cock,
putting on the act of her deepening corruption.
About five minutes? Ten? As she sensed the throbbing in her oral mucosa, Christia flashed a subtle smile.
'Almost time. He'll cum in my mouth soon, so I'll pretend to be thrilled...?!'
brrrumble—!
"U, uuub...!?"
'What the—?! No warning at all!'
Like not announcing "I'm cumming" into a toilet bowl, Sin Seon-dong unleashed his semen into her mouth without a word. Christia felt her carefully maintained pace shatter.
'C-calm down! I prepped for this by tasting semen first to dull my senses! Today it's still that lewd, filthy, sweet, throat-coating delight—?!'
Wait. Shouldn't I not taste it?
'And what's this... Every time this hot stuff slides down my throat into my belly, my w-womb is...?!'
Her pussy, already hot, now felt like a blast furnace pouring out molten liquid. Panicking, Christia shook her head furiously.
'N-no! I can't! I'll cum again. Cumming from his semen while he watches...?!'
She couldn't stop it.
Her womb, craving the semen filling her stomach, drooled thick saliva from her pussy like a glutton boasting its appetite.
And as that famished pussy heated up like it wanted to fuck her upper mouth,
Christia glared at her hated enemy, Sin Seon-dong, trying to improvise resistance. But the moment her golden eyes met his black ones looking down,
Christia shoved fingers into her pussy with a squelch and climaxed.
"U, uuub! Ub! Ubub!"
"Cumming while drinking my semen is familiar, but now fingering your pussy too? My white sow's really falling apart."
"Gulp! Sh-shut up! What else did you do to my body...!"
The orgasm was intense but brief.
Thanks to her reason fiercely clashing with instinct, she could yell at him without panting pathetically.
"Ah."
'Ahh... the semen, such precious semen...?!'
With reason and instinct at war, her words, actions, and mind were half-mixed.
Even as she spat it out, she eyed the dangling semen on his cock with regret. She even stretched her tongue toward it, leaning in.
Just as the white sow's extended tongue was about to touch his glans, determined not to miss a drop,
"Oh, and drink lots of water?"
"Bee... eh? Y-you bastard! What did you just...!"
"Bye~!"
"W-wait, stop right there! My semen—no, what were you trying to say?! Spill it!"
At the familiar ominous advice, Christia shouted after Sin Seon-dong as he moonwalked skillfully out of the chief sow pen.