Chapter 294
It wasn't particularly intense.
The moment clothespins clamped onto her nipples, Violet's earlier composure vanished like a lie. Her face drained of color, pale as a ghost, as she whipped around to stare at Sin Seon-dong.
"Wh-what... is this...?"
"Exactly what you're seeing and feeling. Last event was about who cums more. This one's 'who can hold it better.' I'm gonna start pulling these stalls now..."
"How is this fair!? No warning, just out of nowhere like this...!!"
She knew it was a ridiculous complaint, but feeling unjustly wronged, Violet desperately tried to voice her thoughts.
To Sin Seon-dong, though, her pleas were like reciting scripture to a cow's ear—utterly pointless.
"The whole point of these games is keeping the events secret for the fun of it, right?"
"Even so, isn't that too much...?!"
Violet hadn't entirely ruled out the possibility.
She'd anticipated he'd drag her and Christia into another depraved game someday.
But she'd been so naive, thinking his "drink lots of water" advice was just like last time. She never imagined the snowball would roll this far.
"Y-you told us to drink lots of water! This is cheating! Invalid! Unfair! You can't just spring it with no warning!"
"True. But does that have anything to do with changing the event?"
"Well, no, but...?!"
Deep down, Violet knew she was the one being unreasonable. But with "who holds it better" as the main event,
she'd spent the last few days chugging water whenever she could, even downing several bottles just minutes ago. Victory was nowhere in sight—defeat was all but sealed.
My urethra's already aching from needing to pee so bad... I have to stall for time somehow!
But would Sin Seon-dong indulge Violet's stalling? Of course not. She glanced at Christia, who was thrusting her ass out toward her.
If she could just buy a little more time, the cool weather would send signals to Christia's bladder too—she figured it wouldn't be long before her rival felt the urge.
H-huh?
But no matter how much time passed, Christia only twitched from the stimulation on her ass, marked with red handprints. No sign of her thighs clamping together like Violet's, nothing at all.
That can't be... Even if she's holding it back, in this chilly autumn air with her naked body exposed, the signals have to be coming. She can't possibly be fine...?
"Enjoying those spanks that much? Leaking fluids and all..."
"Sh-shut up! Who said getting her ass spanked feels good, you pervert!"
"I never said that much."
Even now, it was obvious.
Perhaps stirred by Violet's desperate cries, Sin Seon-dong delayed the game start and smacked Christia's ass again. She just let out a sharp squeal, showing no gestures of desperation like Violet—no urgency to pee.
Come to think of it, something was off earlier too...
Before she crawled into this stall on all fours like a pig, when Christia had seen her and rushed over shouting,
she'd only writhed from the spanks, soaking her pussy—nothing else leaked out.
The reactions showed focused sexual abuse and training on her ass, but her pussy only dripped aroused sow juices—no other fluids.
As if that was all she had to give right now,
as if she'd already emptied all her body's waste beforehand.
"Alright, I've given you time to adjust outside. Let's start the game now."
"N-no! I don't want to! We can't do this!"
From the moment the clothespins hit her nipples—no, from the second she crawled out—the flood from her urethra, her piss pussy, was already counting down.
With Christia showing no real urge to pee yet, if stimulation hit now...?!
Violet lunged for her breasts, aiming to rip off the nipple clothespins.
"Where do you think you're going!"
"Eek?!"
But the bronze-skinned warrior woman, waiting for her victory and the rewards to come, grabbed her hand. Violet squealed like a brat, thrashing to shake off Urga's grip.
"Kuhuhu, trembling like you'll cum just from a touch. How could you even handle our man fucking you like this?"
"Let go! I said let go! If you don't let go?!"
Unlike Violet, teetering on the edge with milk leaking from the stinging in her nipples, Christia just quivered slightly from the fresh burn on her ass—even as Eleonora pried it open.
"There, now you can't squirm."
"Ack?!"
Snapping to, Violet realized her hands were tightly bound to the stall bars. Horror widened her eyes.
"What are you doing!? Untie me right—"
"Alright, game start! Helpers standing by our two sows, please slowly pull the stalls of these lewd pig sluts in front!"
"Nooooooo?!"
Grrrk, gruuuung—
Despite her screams, Violet shrieked piggish squeals at Urga, who dragged her stall across the ground by the head without a shred of mercy or tears.
"Stop it! No! I can't lose like this! Nooooooo!!"
"You can!"
They bickered, but to prove they were well-trained bitches at Sin Seon-dong's command, Eleonora and Urga pulled their assigned stalls.
Violet paled as the white sow's ass slowly receded from her, but the white sow monopolizing the saintess's gaze was already embracing her fate—dribbling slutty fluids from her pussy, shaking her handprint-covered ass.
As if eagerly anticipating something.
Of course, Christia took pride in fulfilling her holy knight duty, offering her body to protect the saintess's purity.
Her face stayed stern, glaring at Sin Seon-dong for subjecting her and Violet to this filth—no change there.
But with her ass and pussy unconsciously twitching and clenching at the thought of tasting cock again,
Violet, unable to see Christia's expression, stared aghast at her rival's sow-pussy ass transforming before her eyes.
"No... If this goes on, Christia will get fucked again...!"
"That's the point."
"Just once, have mercy! Even if we serve different masters, you're a woman too...!"
She even begged Urga for pity, but the line connecting her and Christia slowly rose into the air, unyielding.
"You're too much! I'm begging so earnestly, how can you...!"
Her pleas fell flat, anxiety mounting—Violet finally squealed in frustration, but Urga scoffed fearlessly.
"You said it yourself—as a woman, don't you empathize?"
"What does that have to do with wha—...?"
About to snap back at the nonsense, Violet froze, staring blankly at Urga's soaked hot pants and the sticky fluids trickling down her bronze thighs.
"Heh, what female in her right mind would starve her pussy with that delicious cock right in front of her?"
"Ah...?"
Like males in rut fighting over a female,
females compete for superior seed too.
That seemed to be Urga's point.
Just instinctual words, no logic—but for some reason, picturing Christia's pussy made Violet lose her train of thought.
"Alright, almost there—just one more pull!"
"N-no, nooooo...?!"
"I said it's done!"
Pssshhhhhh—!!
The line between them went taut—and Violet blasted transparent piss from her pussy, losing in the most pathetic way imaginable.