Chapter 277
Chapter 277
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 277
Chapter Title: Right in Front of Christia...?!
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"Prove you're lewd... right here in this spot?!"
"Can't you see it with your own two eyes? That the white sow is proving herself worthy of being fucked by Master. So you must show that you won't be outdone by her—prove your resolve!"
"Mmph! Mmmph! Nghuuuh?!"
Squirt! Spuuuurt!!
Violet, at a complete loss for what to do, had Eleonora's wicked whispers burrowing into her mind. Christia hurriedly tried to say something in response, but did Urga just sit there watching?
"Ch-Christia...?!"
"No matter that the white sow calls herself a holy knight, at her core she's a sow—and just like one, she can't hide her slutty true nature. How pitiful, to be satisfied with the false mask of a holy knight on that body of hers..."
The sight of Christia—determined not to yield to the saintess, trying to show her defiance—yet breaking into a bitch-like display under Urga's hands only lent more credibility to Eleonora's words.
'Last time I didn't see it clearly... but Christia, like that...?!'
Do all women pierced by a man's cock end up like that?
Do they turn into shameless sluts like Eleonora or Urga, stripping naked and desperately fawning over men to take their cocks?
If Urga heard that inner monologue, she'd throw a fit yelling, 'Who're you lumping me in with, you pervert?!'—more than enough reason for chaos.
Of course, Violet knew better than anyone after over a decade of laughing and crying together that Christia would never betray her faith in the goddess—or herself—for a cock.
"Nnghiii?!"
"Cumming again? Do all you female knights just squirt like this by nature?"
"That's the true nature of holy knights. Most don't even realize it, wrapped up in their armor shells. And you, a savage who's trained countless female knights into breeding stock, don't even know that?"
"That's our ancestors you're talking about! And you think turning a holy knight is as easy as buying a cola from a corner store?!"
The sight of Christia climaxing from Urga's spanks on her ass right now—that face she'd never shown Violet in over ten years—was more than enough to confuse her.
But did that mean Violet's trust in Christia and their bond could shatter in a single moment like this?
Taking advantage of Eleonora and Urga growling at each other, Violet locked eyes with Christia.
"Christia..."
"Nnghiii...!!"
Even lost halfway to pleasure, even as her ass got slapped and her back arched while her nipples were tugged—drool spilling from her mouth in every direction—
Christia's eyes burned with fierce loyalty to Violet, her spirit pure despite her body's cries of ecstasy. Yet Violet couldn't hide her sorrow at the dark corruption rippling through that once-snow-white noble soul.
Because of her. Christia—the goddess's sword, a single ray of pure light—was being defiled.
And not by anyone else, but because of her!
This secret about the lewd pattern was something no one but the saintesses could know, so naturally she'd never told even Christia.
And so, Christia—dragged here in ignorance, driven only by her duty to protect her—had fulfilled that duty and ended up defiled like this.
In a way, it was Violet's fault.
She should have separated Christia by any means before being brought here herself.
If she had, Christia wouldn't have ended up like this—and right now, she'd probably be...
After a brief eye contact with Christia, Violet—unseen by the still-bickering Eleonora and Urga—gently stroked her lower belly, where that faintly lewd pattern was etched.
'Yeah, so what if they see it now? It doesn't matter anymore! Forcing more suffering on Christia isn't the way of a saintess! Even if it means betraying her and earning misunderstanding...!'
"Mmph?!"
"What's with her? Has she finally lost it?"
"Hm?"
As Violet's slender shoulders twitched slightly, Christia—who'd been watching her closely—jerked violently in response. Seeing this, Urga remarked,
while Eleonora sensed something off from the feel of those delicate hands gripping her perfect waist and hips.
"I... I can do it too, you know! You think I can't...!"
"No, I expected you—with slutty talents rivaling this Eleonora—to step up without fail."
"Hmph!"
'So shameless! You were just bickering a second ago!'
Truth be told, even if she'd looked up, her face would've been buried in those massive tits, so Violet had no idea where Eleonora's gaze had been fixed. But since she'd been arguing with Urga, surely her head was turned that way.
"Uuu..."
'The real trial starts now...!'
Shed thought it even back when passing the boar sty before, but the pussy right before her eyes—Eleonora's pussy—was visibly different from theirs from the start.
'Hidden in radiant platinum pubic hair, it gives this thrilling sense like hunting treasure in a jeweled mountain... but when you open it up...!'
Drool—♥
It was a pussy that endlessly craved lust, greedily gaping its maw for cock—not content with that, deliberately exposing its inner depths to others,
taking pride in displaying its lewdness to all. A proud yet slutty beast of a pussy.
"The smell...!"
"Hehe, don't say it so bluntly—you nearly made me think you were insulting me."
"Y-Yes?!"
Violet panicked for a moment, but even as Eleonora spoke, a single sticky thread of lust dripped from her pussy, her body quivering faintly. No need to discern truth from lie; Violet knew it was sincere.
'Only Teacher and the savage princess by his side. So then...'
If Urga's pussy was just as monstrous, did that mean every woman around Sin Seon-dong had one of these freakish pussies?
Shed spoken of wanting to grow lewd like Eleonora, to get fucked by her—but now, faced with Eleonora earnestly baring her innermost folds and showing the path forward,
Violet felt a sudden chill of fear.
Not that she wanted to abandon her saintess status and flee.
This was simply the instinctive dread of one creature—a female—acknowledging a superior female who'd taken countless loads from an excellent male.
"Lick it. Taste my pussy before Master's semen gets too diluted."
"Mmmph! Mmmmph!!"
"Shut it, you!"
'Christia...'
Slap, smack—Christia wailed under Urga's hands, spreading countless wet spots across the floor. Violet took a shallow breath, trying to push out the fear inside her.
But then,
"More importantly, you've already told the white sow about that, right?"
"Stay still, huh? Oh... that?"
"That?"
What was this about all of a sudden?
Violet tilted her head at Eleonora, who—despite shoving her pussy right in Violet's face moments ago—now chatted with Urga in a tone like something just occurred to her.
About to pry for info from Eleonora,
"It's nothing. Master told you lot to drink lots of water, so... nnghaaah...♥"
"Mmmph?!"
Slurrrrp!!
Before Eleonora could finish, the dainty pink tongue delved into her pussy. The platinum-haired sow's pleasure-drenched moan echoed through the young sow sty—mingled with the white sow's anguished cry at the saintess sacrificing herself to their filthy scheme.
How could she not know?
How could she forget?
That vulgar game involving water, where she and Christia had both been dragged in to decide who Sin Seon-dong would fuck.
'No time! Like last time, saying it now means they're picking who gets bred through that game!'
Time was short. Suck every drop from the teacher in front of her, then throw herself into Sin Seon-dong's arms and make him want to fuck her more.
Turn her own pussy into a living thing like Eleonora's, milking his cock dry!
Ignoring Christia's cries, Violet flushed at the vulgar taste and scent of male and female filling her mouth, licking and lapping at Eleonora's pussy.
"Puha! Now... now will you teach me?! Now can I get fucked by that ma—Master!?"
"Hehe, yes. Follow this Eleonora well, and you'll go beyond getting fucked—you'll become a breeding sow who pumps out Master's babies nonstop."
"Aaaah...!!"
Anyone hearing that would think she was already pregnant!
Urga clicked her tongue and muttered, but unfortunately, her words were drowned out by Christia's cries—reaching no one's ears but Urga's.