Chapter 273
Chapter 273
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 273
Chapter Title: Tradition
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Sin Seon-dong had barely left the room before Christia collapsed to the floor right there.
"Again... he's trying to make me do those filthy things again, trying to defile the Saintess through me, through Christia...!"
She wrapped her arms around herself, her eyes already filled with dread as her body trembled uncontrollably.
"How could I ever forget that day when I committed the ultimate blasphemy, forcing my urine into the Saintess's sacred body... that grievous sin so enormous I couldn't atone for it even if my body were cast into the fires of hell...!"
It was unavoidable.
If she hadn't won that game, Violet—who had desperately been trying to force her urine into Christia's body—would have already lost her purity by now.
But no matter how righteous the act, no matter how much she excused it as necessary for the greater good, the sin she had committed would never vanish.
Though her own purity had been trampled in Violet's place, Christia had accepted it as her solemn duty at the time, her mission to offer her body in the Saintess's stead, a trial laid upon her.
But Sin Seon-dong's ominous words, dragging her once more toward sin and depravity, were more than enough to fill her with terror.
Yet she couldn't afford to lose that bet either, so with her trembling body in tow, Christia made her way to the water trough. She forced herself to calm down and gulped down the water.
After chugging it down, she felt some of the fear subside, along with the heat rising all over her body.
"Huuu... Right, this is what I steeled myself for from the start. I swore I'd do anything to protect him. So..."
Ding~
"What was that oath again?"
"You... you bitch...!"
At that moment, the tightly shut door to the breeding room swung wide open again. Christia caught a whiff of a female scent different from Sin Seon-dong's and whipped her head toward it with a fierce glare.
And sure enough, there stood a woman with sun-bronzed skin unlike Sin Seon-dong's, her trademark ferocious grin, and shark-like pointed teeth.
Though her outfit was slightly different, she was still half-naked like some slutty warrior, sauntering toward Christia. Without thinking, Christia tried to hide her rear from Urga.
"Up close like this, you really are a white sow."
"Shut your mouth!"
Christia shouted up at Urga, who was now looming over her.
"I have no business with the likes of you. Bring that man here!"
"What, already head over heels for my man? That's a problem..."
"What nonsense! Your vile tricks will never work on Christia! Right here, you'll see... kkhiiiik...?!"
Before she could finish, a faint squelch echoed between her and Urga. Christia tilted her head in confusion for a split second, but then agony exploded from her breasts—from her nipples—and she crumpled to the ground.
"Gray Wolf Tribe's ancient sow-training method, step one: pierce the rings first."
"You... you bitch...!!"
She had no idea when Urga had swung it, but Christia glared at the woman twirling a long metal skewer like one used for grilling meat, swallowing her pain to scream back.
For some reason, though, the ominous glint in Urga's eyes as she smirked sent chills down Christia's spine. Clutching her breasts, she tried to scramble away.
But in this cramped stall, where could she possibly hide?
"Some ancestors pierced knights' noses to crush their pride, but since you're a sow, I'll leave your snout alone as a special treat."
"What... what are you trying to do...!!"
"Hah!"
"Hiiik...?!"
This time, Urga skewered her clitoris dead-on. Christia collapsed with a pathetic whimper, unable to endure it.
Urga nodded approvingly at the sight, then approached and began threading rings through the fresh holes she'd made.
"You're my war trophy for now. I know exactly what gutter you crawled out of, but I can't lose to that bitch!"
"What... what are you talking about? Stop it! My body is a sword that exists only for the Goddess and the Saintess. Don't fill it with such vulgar jewelry, aaah...!"
"If I wasn't gonna fill you, I wouldn't have come here."
Christia struggled desperately, but a mere sow like her—a powerless white pig—could never shake off this wild, ferocious boar.
"Now, rub on this ointment he gave me... oh!"
"The wound...?!"
Christia growled, ready to bite Urga as the woman leisurely applied the ointment, but the moment it touched her skin, the piercings healed perfectly, as if the wounds had never existed. She panicked for an entirely different reason.
'What is that stuff...? A potion? No, it's solid, not liquid. Even for small wounds, to heal them instantly like flipping a hand...?!'
If not for the rings, she might have thought someone had turned back time—the wounds were sealed flawlessly.
"You should thank my man. Our tribe would've cauterized it with a red-hot ring for hemostasis and fixation in one go."
"Shut up! Remove them right now!"
"If you can rip 'em out, go ahead. And stay still!"
Urga ignored Christia, who grunted and strained to smash the rings off, checking if they were secure.
She rummaged in the small pouch on her hip and pulled out a bundle of fishing line.
"Heh, this world's full of these thin, tough threads everywhere. Convenient, huh?"
She casually swatted away Christia's hand as it reached for the nipple rings, looped the line through, and yanked.
"Hkiiiik?!"
"Hook, line, and sinker!"
Christia flopped around like a fish on the line, jerking with every tug from Urga's hand.
"What are you doing! What the hell are y—khrrng...?!"
"You're getting owned like this and you still don't get it? What, you thought training was just him doting on you with his cock every day?"
"?!"
Training? She'd assumed from the setup that Urga meant to torture her, but it was training? Christia writhed in agony as her breasts swung side to side and her nipples felt like they might tear off.
Urga kept her feral grin, reeling in Christia's tits like the old man battling the marlin in The Old Man and the Sea.
"Khaak, s-stop...!"
"Look at you. Nipples freshly pierced and your pussy's already flooding like a river."
"No! This is from drinking that man's semen earlier...!"
"What?!"
She'd thought it might please Urga a little, but nothing could stoke the barbarian's possessive jealousy over Sin Seon-dong quite like that.
"Now that I think about it, this bitch has been sucking his cock and guzzling his semen three times a day! You're dead meat, you slut."
No one knew what—or how much—she crammed in that tiny pouch, but she pulled out a dog collar and fastened it around Christia's neck.
She tied the fishing lines to a cylindrical gag shaped like a ring,
shoved the gag into Christia's mouth, and bound her arms behind her back so she couldn't remove it.
The binding rope ran up her back and hooked fully into the collar, forcing her to arch her waist backward.
The more she straightened, the harder the gag pulled on her nipple rings—a perfect image of a knight defiled by a savage.
"Puu, uuup?!"
'N-nipples...?!'
Christia squirmed at the sudden predicament, but arching her back yanked the piercings taut. A moan laced with unwanted pleasure escaped her despite herself.
"Mm, solid workmanship. As expected of our tribe's secret technique!"
"Uup uup! (What the hell are you doing?!)"
"You still don't seem to grasp your place, so I'm giving you a front-row seat. Why else?"
"Uup? (What...?)"
Click. Christia let out a muffled groan as a leash clipped onto her clitoris piercing too.
But as always, there was nothing she could do.
In the end, Christia had no choice but to let Urga lead her out of the stall like a wretched slave.