Chapter 282 - Innate Talent
What was she trying to do? Just kneading her own tits like that? She'd already shown it off moments ago.
Eleonora watched Violet, who was straddling Sin Seon-dong, with a flicker of curiosity—and the girl seemed keenly aware of it herself—feeling a subtle thrill of anticipation begin to build.
'Prove it... Show this Eleonora something lewd enough to catch my eye... Reveal your true nature, you slut.'
Violet had decided on this after long deliberation, so whether it would be a blunder or a masterstroke remained anyone's guess. But Eleonora still held the saintess in high regard,
so aside from the plan she'd coordinated with Sin Seon-dong beforehand, she decided to test Violet's mettle as well. With that, she shifted slightly to the side, giving him a better view of the girl.
As the lewd pussy that had filled his vision vanished, Sin Seon-dong's gaze naturally locked onto the saintess perched atop his pubic bone.
Violet, catching that hungry stare, thrust her stiff nipples forward just a bit and uttered the lines she'd rehearsed in her head.
"L-Look, please look... M-Master... At V-Violet's... uu, lewd display...!"
'Ughhh... So embarrassing... No! This is a make-or-break moment for Christia's fate, maybe even her whole life! I can't let mere shame or humiliation hold me back!'
Christia was still putting up a fierce fight, but the platinum-blonde sow right there before her eyes—the once supremely noble, strongest female knight—had been utterly corrupted into a cock-obsessed pig by Sin Seon-dong.
A knight who carried unyielding loyalty to her nation in her heart, rivaling even the faith she and Violet held for the Goddess,
now refused to wear clothes, loathing the very idea, desperate to show her filthy body to anyone and everyone. He was an utterly terrifying man.
Violet trusted Christia, but she wasn't in a position to play it safe herself.
Even now, she crushed the pleading shame urging her to stop, squeezing her breasts hard as if wringing it out along with her milk.
"Looks pretty slutty like this, doesn't it?"
"It's still immature. To truly please Master, she needs that flavor—like this Eleonora, defying and insulting him even as her pussy drips wet..."
"You jealous right now?"
"..."
Even as she debased herself like this, neither of them spared her a glance—instead chatting among themselves—Violet shot them a fleeting glare of resentment. Yet seeing her own lewd antics as their topic eased her oddly conflicted heart just a touch.
"L-Look at me! You wanted to see me do naughty things!"
"Whoa, yeah—your slutty show pissed off our saintess. What now?"
"Kh... If I spread my pussy and beg forgiveness..."
"That sounds go—ohhh."
Right then, Violet felt that ticklish itch deep in her chest again, followed by the warm trickle of fluid leaking from her tits—and Sin Seon-dong's admiring gasp. She cheered inwardly.
'Yes! Perfect timing—milk's flowing, and my naughty act snagged that man's attention!'
Of course, her conscience pricked at shamelessly flirting with a man like this, but Violet firmly believed the Goddess would forgive even such debauchery. She pressed on.
"C-Can you see? My slutty tits... A virgin sow's udders that squirt milk every time I squeeze them—ah, pig teats!"
"What?"
'Ughhh... D-Didn't like it...?'
She'd agonized over the most creative, pussy-level vulgar term she could muster, only to get this lukewarm response. Violet's heart plummeted.
What next? What should she say?
She racked her brain, drawing from the countless mating videos of Eleonora she'd watched, mimicking the knight's lines for her next bit.
But then—
"Wha—huh?"
Plop. A fleshy protrusion rose between her soft thighs. Violet's eyes went wide.
"What're you doing? Keep going."
"Eh? Ehhh?"
"What are you waiting for? Master told you to continue—get on with it."
Finally realizing what that little rod poking up between her thighs was, Violet felt her aching heart melt away. She plastered on the sultry smile she'd practiced endlessly—the one just like Eleonora's.
"Hehe... This inadequate body will serve you hard, so watch me cutely..."
And as if she'd been waiting for this exact moment, the stuffy, itchy pressure in her nipples eased at last. Violet shuddered in sweet relief.
"Haaah... Milking myself by hand... and I went into heat from it..."
"Pervert, huh? Our little sow."
"Y-Yes...! I'm a pervert! A pervert squeezing her tits and milking while Master's cock wedges between her thighs!"
Even as she answered, Violet peeled one hand from her breast to stroke her lower belly, right over her pubic mound, mimicking Eleonora's coy gestures from the videos.
Just like a sow climaxing hard, overcome by ecstasy.
Of course, she never stopped kneading her tits the whole time.
Sin Seon-dong eyed her warily, wondering if her surging confidence might lead to some cheeky attempt at insertion. But oddly, Violet just kept on massaging her breasts—over and over.
Nothing more.
Yet he grew puzzled by the intensifying stimulation on his cock—and soon found the answer.
"Trying to squeeze my dick firm between your thighs to get it hard?"
"Eek...?! Y-Yes... Unlike the others, my thighs aren't toned, so with these pig-like, plump thighs... wrapping Master's cock... D-Did it feel bad?"
This was Violet's masterstroke.
After comparing her body to the other women, she'd turned her woefully lacking muscle tone into an asset.
"Hmm... True, the pussy-grip of this Eleonora and the other sows comes from powerful thighs—but I'd never dreamed of using thighs like a pussy..."
If his cock had already been erect, it might've been fine.
They could've clenched those toned thighs in service easily enough.
But with it soft like now, jamming it between thighs like Eleonora's would just constrict it uncomfortably—no matter how they relaxed—as it tried to swell, like a stiffening dick trapped in skinny jeans.
Violet's thighs, though? Just as she'd said—pure, plump, pillowy meat. Wrapping his cock in that soft flesh promised pure, pleasurable erection.
No mouth or hands needed. Thigh-induced hardness—a whole new frontier of boners.
Eleonora marveled at how Violet had flipped her flaw into a strength, inwardly relieved her judgment hadn't been wrong. She nearly pissed herself in relief.
"H-Hnggg..."
"Whoa there."
But was it too soon to be impressed?
"What the—?!"
Violet let out a moan laced with pleasure, shrinking back just a bit—and Sin Seon-dong with her. Eleonora's eyes snapped to the fierce "battle" unfolding between those thighs. Even she panicked, uncharacteristically.
"What is that...? No way she can even do that...?!"
Between Violet's neatly pressed thighs, where Sin Seon-dong's cock wriggled to life in real time, creamy white milk pooled thickly.
Not quite a thigh-valley—no, thigh-milk, some unknown miracle sloshing there. And from its depths, his cock periscoped up like a sub's scope. Trembling, Eleonora clutched her bushy pubes.
"Using her own milk for that...!? Squeezing with index and middle fingers spread wasn't just eye candy for Master...?!"
Her fingers had only guided the milk's random flow—channeling it down to her crotch.
Creating a path for her milk to flood her virgin pussy-cleft.
"No need to lube Master's cock with pussy juice—just slide it in... No need to wet it with mouth-pussy; coat it in milk instead...!!"
And unlike her own fuzzy thighs, Violet's were utterly hairless—not just for stroking his cock, but perfect for feeding him the milk pooled there.
Eleonora stared, wide-eyed and shaking, at Violet desperately milking herself for Sin Seon-dong's approval—oblivious to their stares.
'I hinted to use her milk, but never imagined this level of application. How did something this depraved live as a saintess...?!'
Of course, the irony of her own past as the noblest knight flew right over her head.
"Haa, haa... It's up! I did it! Teacher! I-I got it hard!"
"...Even now, blind to her true nature. In a way, that's impressive."
"?"
What did that mean?
Violet adorably tilted her head, but Eleonora offered no answer—instead dropping to all fours right there and crawling toward the saintess's crotch.