Chapter 281: Scheme
“M-Me, make it stand up...?”
“Yeah, didn't you just say it yourself? That you'd take responsibility, do anything, if I'd just forgive you.”
“Th-That...?”
It was something she'd blurted out in a half-dazed state, barely able to breathe under Eleonora's rough grip. No way had she actually said that?
Desperate not to endure more torment from Eleonora, Violet decided to honor her own words—at least for now. She crawled toward Sin Seon-dong's lower half, plop plop plop.
“Move faster!”
“Eek?! Y-Yes!!”
She'd hoped crawling would buy her time to think, but Eleonora—who'd walked this very path, trained into a sow—saw right through her ploy.
Under Eleonora's sharp command, Violet scrambled to Sin Seon-dong's crotch. She glared up at him, staring blankly back at her, then—
“Ex-Excuse me... Master...”
“Go ahead.”
“Grr...!”
If Eleonora weren't there, she'd obliterate him with the Goddess's light in an instant!
Violet shot another glare at Sin Seon-dong, sprawled out arrogantly in her former spot. She stole a quick glance at Eleonora, then began parting his thighs bit by bit.
“Hm, spreading Master's legs, are we? Not a bad choice.”
“Hmph, this much is nothing...”
Even if he groped my mouth with his cock last time and made excuses, deep down, this guy sees me as a woman!
She wasn't some unrealistic bombshell like Eleonora, Urga, or Christia—with their massive tits and tiny waists—but she had her own cute charm, or so she cautiously believed!
Violet puffed out her modest chest at Eleonora's lukewarm praise, feeling a swell of pride.
“So, what's next?”
“...Huh?”
Next? I didn't plan that far... Wh-What do I do?!
She'd improvised this far on the fly, but nothing beyond. Before her loomed his slowly shrinking cock—and, inversely, the platinum-haired sow building murderous intent.
If I fail to get this thing hard, I won't just get fucked—I'll spend my life watching Christia get railed... Argh, what am I even thinking?!
Whir whir. Violet squeezed her eyes shut, her half-twintails whipping like helicopter blades. Seizing the moment as Sin Seon-dong and Eleonora chuckled, she racked her brain.
I need something lewd about me. I'm not lewd, of course, but something that'd arouse him—something hot!
Poor girl.
Before she'd even fallen to lust like Eleonora, when she should've been plotting escape, here she was pondering her own erotic potential.
Violet whipped her head side to side until dizziness hit, finally halting. She peeked at Eleonora.
...Too big.
Next came Urga, then Christia.
Violet lined up their silhouettes in her mind, squinting hard as if comparing, brows furrowing.
But soon, eyes snapping open, she ignored Sin Seon-dong's intrigued stare and dipped her head to eye her own chest.
“Too small.”
“Shut up?!”
Had she voiced it too obviously? Violet snapped at the chuckling Sin Seon-dong, then pondered on.
They don't have this—milk from my breasts...
Eleonora had told her before: her milk was a weapon other women—especially Eleonora herself—envied to the point of madness, enough to dismiss mere tit size.
But it wasn't enough.
My milk's like arrows. Deadly weapons, sure—but useless without a bow. Just swinging them by hand snaps them.
She couldn't just sit idle, though.
Eleonora glared daggers, rage boiling over the stolen creampie, murder in her eyes.
In desperation, Violet considered wrapping his cock with her tits, thrusting her leaking chest toward his groin—but
“Think those tiny tits can wrap my cock?”
“Y-Youuu...!!”
As he said, his cock was thinner than her pinky now. Eleonora's massive udders could've smothered it—or even Christia's hefty pair.
Wr-Wrong! Nothing's coming to mind...
What now?
Violet sensed time running out as Sin Seon-dong yawned, boredom setting in.
Wrong.
No ideas. What could she do?
Was she doomed not just to avoid getting fucked, but to watch Christia corrupt into depravity alongside Eleonora?
“Hehe, Master? Can you see? This sow Eleonora's slutty pussy, her womb—clear view?”
“Maybe? Spread wider, and I might glimpse... Oh, that?”
Hnnngh... Master peeking deep into my pussy... ♥
Violet glanced at Eleonora, now positioned to delight Sin Seon-dong's eyes: thighs splayed frog-style, hands on his head between her legs, ass up in vulgar display.
I don't expect a cheat-code body like Teacher's, but...
Honestly, cheat.
Look at those tits, that cinched waist, toned knight muscles, firm thighs. Did she have any feature rivaling Eleonora?
No.
No huge tits like Eleonora, no big-sis abs like Urga, no plump ass like Christia.
Surrounded by them, with just milk and cuteness—what could she do? How to get lewd?
“...?”
...What I lack?
Something clicked. Violet's eyes glazed briefly, then she nodded, alternating glances between his cock and her chest.
Hnnngh... Peek deeper, Master... This exhibitionist sow slut's pussy, more... Hey, you! How long you gonna keep Master waiting?
“...”
“?”
Given up? Eleonora clicked her tongue as Violet suddenly slumped forward, flashing her pussy at Sin Seon-dong.
Was the saintess just a saintess after all? Had her judgment failed? Would she disappoint Master?
But as Eleonora berated her own lapse, Violet sprang up and carefully lifted a foot.
Footjob? Decent idea, but... Hm?
Yet as Violet's legs folded instead, Eleonora puzzled—then gawked as she plop sat right on Sin Seon-dong's cock, tilting her head in confusion.
Rubbing it with pussy lube? Nah. She's not the soaked type—won't coat Master's cock fully...
What scheme was this?
Intrigued despite herself, Eleonora flicked her clit erect as Violet nestled his shrunken cock between her plump thighs—like her own ass.
Hnnngh...!!
A faint moan escaped Violet's lips.
Sin Seon-dong's fingering faltered in Eleonora's pussy; his gaze snapped from the lewd slit. Both sow and breeder fixed on Violet—now kneading her breasts, pinching nipples between index and middle finger...