Chapter 284: Conspiracy
Violet was in the midst of her first joint task with Eleonora at that very moment.
"Hnggh?!"
"I told you not to stop walking!"
Christia, being dragged limply by Urga's hand, let out a scream.
"My nipples and clit again…!"
"Who told you to stand there all dazed like some sickly chicken?"
"Kh, kgh…!!"
Christia snarled at Urga, who was yanking on the strings attached to her neck and clitoris while cackling.
I'm already troubled enough, and this wench dares to forget her place…!
She had received a declaration of war from the Saintess herself. Right before her eyes, the Saintess had licked that lewd sow's pussy as a show of her resolve to win the filthy game soon to come and ensure Christia made no further self-sacrifices.
She had no regrets about her own actions.
Her purity trampled? As she'd said countless times, compared to Violet's purity, her own was worth no more than a scrap of tissue.
There was no room for regret, resentment, or any such negative emotions over losing her first time to a man like that.
She had anticipated it.
The longer their life here dragged on, the more she knew Violet would one day sacrifice herself to that vile man in her place.
But she never imagined the Saintess would steel her resolve to the point of burying her face in Eleonora's—the sow's—platinum pubic hair and slurping her tongue deep into that pussy, right in front of her.
Christia trudged onward, recalling the sight of Violet with her face fully plunged into Eleonora's platinum bush, thrusting her tongue in with wet sucking sounds.
Hmm…
And surprisingly, there was someone watching such a Christia with concern—none other than Urga, who was pulling the strings attached to her body.
"What's wrong? Mad that your precious Saintess betrayed you?"
"Shut your mouth! How dare you insult the Saintess like that…!"
"Kuhuhu, you say that, but you're still thinking about sucking on Eleonora's pussy right in front of you, aren't you?"
"…"
It hit the nail on the head. Christia glared at Urga, who grinned as if she'd seen right through her thoughts, but with nothing to say in response, she just bit her lip in frustration. Urga stuffed the gag back into Christia's mouth,
checked the fishing line connecting her hands and collar, then yanked hard on the leash around her neck once more.
"Mmmph?!"
"Come on, hurry up! You won't get back to your pen until we've circled the whole farm today!"
The pain shooting up her spine from her nipples and clit was so intense it felt like they might rip right off.
Christia arched her back sharply, squirting a gush from her pussy as her body trembled uncontrollably.
"…!!"
"You like it that much?"
"M-mmmp!!"
She shook her head furiously—gagged and unable to speak, desperately denying it despite the agony in her nipples.
But all that came in return was Urga mercilessly tugging the lines again, like reeling in a silver trout on a fishing rod.
Each time, Christia arched her back even more, thrashing against the absurd pain, but the bindings ensured that every reflexive arch pulled her nipples taut.
"Mmmgh!!"
"Look at you, even throwing a tantrum for me to pull harder?"
"Mmph! Mmph!"
She shook her head desperately at Urga's words, writhing in pain from the torment, yet her mind was filled only with thoughts of Violet.
Why had she been so desperate? Why lick Eleonora's pussy with such resolute eyes, even as she faltered under Christia's gaze?
To render her sacrifice meaningless?
No, Christia didn't believe that for a second.
Violet was the Sword of the Goddess, the Saintess's blade.
It was far too kind of her to sacrifice herself for someone who was merely a sword.
She could just ignore a wretch like her, and once this was all over, purify her defiled body with the Goddess's holy light. That was all it would take—yet why go so far for someone like her…?
"…"
Like a saint from scripture gaining enlightenment amid harsh trials, Christia pondered Violet endlessly, even as pain radiated from her nipples and creeping pleasure slithered up her spine to corrupt her moment by moment.
Urga clicked her tongue, looking somewhat displeased at the sight.
What the hell… I figured she'd foam at the mouth raging that 'the Saintess betrayed me!' But how strong is her faith to keep sucking on that bitch even after watching her go down on Eleonora?
Even as her body was being tamed under training, her spirit refused to bend—is that what it was?
Urga scowled at Christia, who still glanced toward the young sow pen even as drool dripped from her gagged mouth. Without warning, she smacked her ass hard.
"Mmmmmmph?!"
"A slut who loves getting her ass spanked is rock-solid in spirit, huh?"
I remember hearing about it somewhere. Among the holy knights our ancestors trained, there were cases where their mental fortitude was so stubborn—even as their bodies were broken—that it made taming them a pain…
What did her ancestors do back then?
Ignoring Christia's glare, Urga fell into thought just as she had.
Meanwhile, Christia—who'd been in such agony from Urga's touch that tears welled in her eyes—now eyed the barbarian warily as she stood lost in contemplation, convinced she was plotting some new villainy.
But Urga paid no heed to Christia's stare. Instead, she shook the lines in her hand lightly, as if to say don't interrupt.
"Kgh…!"
This vicious bitch! Yanking the lines again…?!
It was a casual flick, like humoring a whiny kid, but Christia couldn't ignore even that slightest gesture. All she could do was tremble.
"…Hmm, a bit unfair maybe… Nah. Since when have I played fair?"
"??"
Christia tilted her head at Urga muttering to herself, then shot her a resentful glare as she smacked her ass to urge her forward and began trudging along.
Smack! Smack!
"Not that way! This way! No, not there—over here!"
"Mmph! Mmmph?! Mmmghhh?!"
Where were they headed?
With no idea of the destination, Christia was herded like a pig by Urga, who whipped her ass mercilessly with a switch she'd picked up somewhere.
But for some reason, though she knew Urga was spanking her for training, the direction she was driving her was a seldom-visited spot on the farm:
The place where the pigs' excrement piled up—what Sin Seon-dong commonly called the Shit Pit.
Why here?
Was she planning to roll her in the pigs' revolting dung heap this time? Make her wallow in shit like a proper sow?
As expected of a filthy barbarian heretic… such a fittingly depraved idea!
Christia gnashed her teeth against the gag and glared at Urga, but oddly, the barbarian suddenly removed it.
"What scheme is this…!"
"Quiet. I'm not saying anything bad you'll regret hearing."
"?"
What was she on about? As Christia cocked her head, Urga glanced around suspiciously, then cackled and whispered in her ear.
"You wanna get in our Master's arms, right?"
"W-what are you saying!?"
"Obvious. You squirt every time your ass gets smacked, trying to seduce Master so he ignores the Saintess and you can hog that cock all to yourself."
"What nonsense are you—"
Wait.
Christia, about to snap that it was absurd, froze mid-breath. Staring at the giggling Urga, she recalled the nuance of her words.
Is she trying to propose something to me?
It sounded ridiculous even to her, but no other conclusion fit.
Dragging her to this secluded spot, checking for onlookers—it all screamed she didn't want anyone overhearing.
But if she kept flatly denying it here, she'd never uncover what Urga was scheming or hiding.
"I-it's… humiliating to admit, but yes… I want to cling to that man… My p-pussy craves that thick cock pounding it so bad, I'm in heat even now…"
Drool. Christia spread her thighs wide for Urga to see, showing off the love juices dripping down.
Urga cackled, confirming her hunch, and whispered in her ear.
"Want me to help? If you accept my offer, I'll give you a special hint behind Master's back."
"!"
Christia's golden eyes flew wide open.