An Irresistible Proposal
Hearing the word "hint" from Urga's mouth—a word that seemed utterly trivial—made Christia's golden eyes flash wide, finally free of the pain, pleasure, and doubt that had filled them until now. Urga cackled at the sight.
"Even a noble Holy Knight Captain like you can't resist a hint, huh?"
"Shut your mouth and state your terms. There's no way a bitch like you would just give me good info for free."
Even as she spat the words, Christia eyed Urga with deep suspicion.
She's definitely going to demand something in return... but what the hell could it be?
All she had left was this body of hers. What had this woman seen in her to propose a deal like this?
Urga stared straight at Christia, chuckling as if she knew exactly what the knight wanted to say. Then, with a spin, she grabbed Christia's shoulder and positioned herself behind her.
"It's nothing big. Just do as I say."
"...You want me to submit to your training without a fight?"
"Spot on! That's why I could never kill our esteemed Holy Knight Captain all this time—there's a reason for it."
It was the only thing she could have predicted.
Urga might not have been like this before, but now, for the affections of that man Sin Seon-dong, she would do anything alongside Eleonora.
She was the very woman behind the vicious rumors: every raid, she kidnapped any man who caught her eye—be they boys or elders—and raped them ceaselessly until they dropped dead.
Yet her eyes burned endlessly with a hunger for Sin Seon-dong's love, the picture of a woman head over heels.
Putting aside the revelation that rumors weren't always trustworthy, Christia glared at the smirking Urga right in front of her.
"Kuhuhu, well then..."
"You want me to stop resisting your training, right?"
"Huh, how'd you guess?"
This was obvious too.
What else did barbarians do to court or propose to someone they fancied besides shower them with gifts?
It was the most predictable scheme: train her up and present her to Sin Seon-dong, shoving aside his first sow Eleonora to claim his love for herself.
The idea of being trained just to win that bastard's favor grated on her nerves, but beyond that, Christia had no intention of accepting the deal. She pressed on immediately.
"I didn't need you to tell me. I figured it out the moment he told me and the Saintess to drink lots of water..."
"You think it's another piss-off between the two of you to see who squirts better?"
"...It's not?"
"Kuhuhu, see? This is why you church folk all think so damn small!"
"..."
What? She's not planning to hook up our urethras again and make us force piss into each other's bodies?
The game was changing?
"Don't lie! Didn't you say that man told us to chug water because..."
"I said drink lots of water, but did he say what for? Nope?"
Christia clamped her mouth shut like a mute covered in honey.
Truth be told, when it came to info on this farm, Urga and Eleonora were the most reliable sources after Sin Seon-dong himself. Their intel was top-tier, far beyond Christia's own guesses pieced together from scraps.
"...So what do you want from me?"
In the end, bluffing and puffing up her chest wouldn't help—she was the one who'd lose out. Christia spoke in a tone that half-accepted the demon's offer, extending a hand toward her.
Urga grinned ear-to-ear as if she'd been waiting, glanced around once more, then whispered into Christia's ear.
"First, upfront payment. The next game's in three days."
"Three days...?"
Why three days specifically? But only Sin Seon-dong knew that, so Christia nodded, satisfied to at least learn the date. Urga nodded back, confirming her readiness to deal—then suddenly whistled sharply.
"...?"
What was she doing? Christia tilted her head at the unexpected move, but in that instant—
Kyeeeeek!!
A piercing raptor cry echoed from the sky, and a hawk dove down. Urga extended her arm familiarly toward it.
But why a hawk?
She'd heard Urga commanded hawks and wolves, but calling one out of nowhere? Doubts swelled as—
Woof-woof! Woof-woof!
Urga's hawk perched on her arm, crying out. She suddenly turned serious.
"Fine, call it now. Or tell another one to come. You ignoring your master's call? Tell that bitch to come, or a male—or whoever! Just get one here. Fail, and I'll roast you golden and serve you up first."
Kyeeek?!
Whoosh—!
No sooner had Urga finished than the terrified hawk launched from her hand skyward, vanishing like an arrow toward the back mountain.
"That slut found herself a mate and can't even hold her shit now?"
"..."
"What're you staring at?"
"...Nothing."
Christia averted her gaze, wary of catching any fallout.
Meanwhile, Urga—still fuming—grabbed Christia's collar and yanked, prioritizing business.
"Wh-where are you taking me now...!"
"Shut up and follow."
"Kghuuuuh...?!"
Pulling like that out of nowhere...?!
Unable to soothe her aching clit, Christia was dragged along helplessly.
Where to this time?
No time to wonder—Urga hauled her down the manure pit hill to the front yard of the house where Sin Seon-dong and she lived.
"You're holding up pretty well, huh? Eleonora that bitch pissed every three steps, then again three more."
"..."
Ignoring Urga's words—something she could vaguely guess but didn't want to know—Christia felt her heart quicken at the sight of the enemy base: Sin Seon-dong's house.
That's the lair of that vile bastard...!
The pigsties were mansion-sized, so she'd imagined his home as some opulent palace. But it was surprisingly modest—just right for a family, built from intriguing materials that sparked curiosity.
Suddenly, thundering footsteps—thud thud thud—rushed toward them. Christia flinched.
She'd offered her body to Sin Seon-dong for the Saintess, but this was outdoors. Even if it was just him and his crew, passersby couldn't be ruled out.
And unlike Eleonora, she had no talent for exhibitionism.
Shamed at the thought of exposing her naked body, Christia stepped toward a parked car for cover.
"Hehe, no you don't!"
"Kyiiiik?!"
Her clit yanked taut—impossible to escape—and a scream burst from Christia's lips.
"Let go! I said let go!"
"Relax. No one's around here. It's just the one I called coming, so no need to cower like a scared mutt."
"The one you called... that's...?!"
Earlier, she'd ordered the hawk to summon her wolf—so a beast? Christia relaxed slightly, turning toward Urga's pointed direction. But her golden eyes widened at the bizarre creature charging in.
Woof! Woof!
Woof! Woof!
Yip! Yip!
"Wh-what is that?! That ominous beast!"
"Our baby Dungchi, the farm guard dog."
"Farm guard dog?!"
Christia—who'd only seen Cerberus in scriptural illustrations—freaked out at the three-headed beast (beagle, white mutt, cocker spaniel) bounding toward them, tongues lolling.
"What the hell is it?! Isn't that one of the apocalyptic signs from scripture?!"
"Who, him? He's just cute. What apocalypse?"
"C-cute?!"
No matter how you sliced it, a three-headed doom beast guarding mere livestock? What kind of place was this, and what kind of man was Sin Seon-dong to keep such an ill-omened thing as a mere guard dog?
Woof! Woof!
Woof! Woof!
Yip! Yip!
"Hngh?!"
Now right up close, Dungchi wagged his king cobra tail at her ass, licking eagerly. Christia's face paled.
Urga hugged Dungchi, petting each head, then stood and shoved the gag from Christia's chest into her mouth, securing it tight.
"Wha—mmph!"
"You asked what I want? Nothing much. Just take my training nice and quiet, no resistance. Simple, right?"
"Mmph mmph!"
Then she handed Christia's leash to Dungchi's mouth. Ignoring her frantic head-shakes, Urga smirked and smacked the snake tail away from nipping at her, then spanked Dungchi's rear.
"Go on! You and the white sow, run till our man gets back!!"
Species reversal. One bad deal, and now Christia was getting walked by the dog.