Impregnated?!
“Ah, haaaaaah…?!”
‘Again… it’s pouring in… his, his semen directly into my womb…?!’
Spurt, spuuuurt, spluuurt.
Semen erupted from Sin Seon-dong’s twitching cock with ferocious momentum.
The seeds of depravity meant to claim this female for himself—to turn the womb of a holy knight who had offered her body to the Goddess and the Saintess into that of a white sow—flooded into her.
Christia gasped desperately through her slack, drooling mouth, her knightly pride shattered by the scorching heat filling her belly. Huh-eek, huh-eek.
‘It’s so hot… not just my womb, but my lungs, my stomach, all my organs… even my ass… it’s all burning up!’
Was this the price for such filthy acts under the sun blazing directly overhead, marking the midday hour?
She had done it to protect Violet, and though she hadn’t wanted to, as a holy knight of the Goddess Church—who deemed lust a grave sin—had she not surrendered her body to its pleasures? Was this the Goddess’s punishment?
No matter how many times she thought it over or heaved out ragged breaths, no answers came.
All that sloshed in her womb was Sin Seon-dong’s hot semen, the only proof of how she had shaken her hips atop him—and of Christia’s own sin.
‘This isn’t the time… no, not now…’
But with no time to drown in guilt, Christia bit her tongue again and shoved away Urga, who was reaching to toy with her. She pressed a hand to Sin Seon-dong’s stomach.
‘I have to get it out… fast. I don’t want to mix with this man anymore, don’t want to take any more of his seed…’
Perhaps her reason had returned now that the lust-fogged haze had lifted after taking his load.
She wanted nothing more than to clench her belly and burst it all out, but with Violet’s safety uncertain, Christia prioritized pulling his cock from her womb. Trembling legs straining, she forced herself upright.
“Kh, hnnngh, heeeek…!!”
“What, wanna go again?”
“Sh-shut… up!! Who’d want more of this shitty cock…?!”
Spitting whatever defiance she could muster at Sin Seon-dong, Christia struggled to lift her body.
But the cock that had been buried glans-deep in her womb was tightly gripped by her shrunken cervix, still contracting from her recent climax. Even that proved no easy task.
Like jump-starting a frozen car in winter, she wailed kkheeeek in rhythmic agony.
“This bitch… you actually love my cock that much, huh?”
“You… shut your mouth! Sh-shut… kh-hnnngh…?!”
“Oh, there it is.”
Exhausted enough to collapse and sleep, Christia had obligations to Urga she couldn’t ignore.
As if to prove the Goddess’s sword was not to be underestimated, she squeezed out what little strength remained, twisting her hips in circles to wrench the cock free. Before she could even savor the afterglow, the vulgar pleasure surging anew in her womb sent her crumpling powerlessly into Sin Seon-dong’s arms.
“Haa… haa…”
“What a shame. If you’d begged to keep going, this cock would’ve been yours all day.”
“Who’d want… this piece of shit?! Let me go… now!”
Like a chick fresh from the egg catching its breath and preening, Christia panted harshly in Sin Seon-dong’s embrace, waiting for strength to return to her body.
“Ah, this bitch wasting all that…?”
“Hnnngh… wh-what are you… khaaaaah?!”
Unlike Sin Seon-dong, who simply held her, Urga—entrusted with full training authority—saw no reason to let Christia rest.
“Here, plug.”
“Hee, heeeek?!”
The moment yellowed semen threatened to gush from Christia’s gaping pussy after the cock withdrew, Urga jammed the neck of a 500ml PET bottle deep into her folds.
“A, haaah… wh-what have you… done?!”
“Lady Urga’s courtesy, so you can savor it later without regrets. Why, full already?”
“Don’t be ridiculous… pull it out…!”
‘What is this?! Shoving a bottle into my pussy, you savage…?!’
Each thrust of the PET bottle in Urga’s hand crumpled it with ominous crunches—the first such sound Christia had ever heard. Trembling, eyes squeezed shut, she feared it might shatter.
Urga smirked as Christia’s pussy lips clenched greedily around the bottle neck the instant she eased her grip.
“Damn, I was gonna try that on Eleonora someday, but you beat me to it.”
“In our barbarian tribes, they used female fluids as medicine. They’d pin down bitches like this and bottle up their pussy juice.”
“Haggggh…!!”
While she suffered like this, were these two chatting casually like they were deciding dinner?
“Don’t you… have any mercy…?!”
“Can’t you tell from that face? Hah!”
“Heek?!”
Christia shuddered uncontrollably, instinctively clutching Sin Seon-dong’s neck as Urga playfully tapped the bottle’s base, now fully lodged in her pussy.
“So sensitive… right after cumming, yanking out the cock and all… heh.”
“Sis, cut the teasing.”
“What, siding with the white sow now?”
So wicked!
Urga nitpicked and smacked Christia’s ass before prying her from Sin Seon-dong.
“Why?”
“Training’s not over!”
“?”
Christia looked half-dead already—Sin Seon-dong wondered if this was right, even after all he’d done to Eleonora. But since he’d delegated full authority to Urga, interfering would only complicate things. Better to hand her over.
Contrary to expectations of resistance, Urga refitted Christia’s collar and gag, then dragged her back to the main pigsty. Sin Seon-dong watched the naked white sow with curiosity.
“Come on, hurry! Or no hint for the next game!”
“M-mmph…!”
Out of Sin Seon-dong’s sight, Urga yanked the leash frantically, her earlier leisure gone.
“M-mmph…”
“Quiet! No time to rest—you were mumbling weird shit while shaking your hips earlier.”
Withholding info Christia couldn’t access was Urga’s training leverage. But with Christia probing Sin Seon-dong belly-to-belly, threatening that foundation, Urga was desperate.
“Huh, who spilled milk here?”
“…?”
Milk? Mocking me with the semen in my crotch-bottle again?
Normally, she’d recognize Violet’s leaked breast milk scent, but for Christia—barely conscious—it was too much to expect.
She stared blankly at Urga giggling through the splashes, her sandals soaking in the white puddle, then followed limply like a slave led by a trader.
“Man, she’s really wiped. Tugging her clit gets zero reaction.”
“…Hoo.”
No strength left even for clit pain.
Her pussy-plugged bottle grew heavier, yet panic or shock eluded her.
‘Hurry… just end it…’
Guilt toward Violet gnawed, but sleep tempted fiercely.
Her state didn’t matter; like the semen filling the bottle, the draining heat brought unwelcome exhaustion—profound fatigue above all.
‘Three days of stakeout left me itching to even blink… yet this…’
The weariness after tangling with Sin Seon-dong never grew familiar, no matter how often.
Urga’s tug sent the bell on her clit—once dangling from some holy knight’s—jingling. Christia’s pussy twitched; she crawled on all fours.
“Almost there~ come on~”
“M-moooh…”
Once doubtful if humans lived here, now her stall felt more comforting than any haven.
‘Though anywhere I’d go is no place for people anyway…’
Urga prodded her ass with a riding crop like herding swine, but Christia entered her stall meekly, no resentment.
“Good girl. Keep it up tomorrow?”
“W-wait… the info… info…”
“Oh, that? No worries! Game’s in three days—plenty of time. It’s minor anyway.”
“Y-you bitch…!!”
After all this, such words…?!
Betrayed by Urga striding out without a backward glance, Christia wanted pursuit—but strength failed. She collapsed into deep sleep.
Unaware of two more identical days ahead, she shut her eyes peacefully amid the shocking pigsty backdrop, free of immediate worries.