Winner's Time
“Hii, hiiih… huaaah…”
Splish-splish-splish-
Once she started peeing, it was like there was no need to hold back anymore—the clear stream gushed out through her fully opened floodgates.
Violet didn't even have time to think about how she was putting on this shameful display before the chilling rush of urine soaking her back made her stick out her tongue like a dog, panting wildly.
She knew full well what a pathetic sight she was making of herself, but after days of intensive nipple training from Eleonora and Sin Seon-dong, the dizzying stimulation from her nipples had left her forgetting to even breathe.
If she didn't do something like this, she might just pass out from the overwhelming pleasure right then and there—or so she desperately thought. Ignoring the mocking gazes of Sin Seon-dong and Urga, Violet let her milk drip in thick drops while heaving for air.
Of course, Eleonora was shedding tears of emotion at the sight of Violet so thoroughly undone—but that's beside the point.
Splish-splish-splish-
“H-Huh, huuuh… I-I haven't lost yet… I haven't lost! Not yet…!!”
Violet trembled from the pleasure of her endless urine stream, but she shot a resentful glare at Urga and Sin Seon-dong for that hopelessly squandered chance.
It wasn't even a contest you could call a battle of the sexes or a nail-biter—not by a long shot. It ended in utter anticlimax.
But as if it was all their fault for her pathetic defeat, as if they'd schemed some dirty trick just to watch her shake and leak piss like a loser for their amusement—Violet's eyes brimmed with excuses that even she knew didn't hold water.
Of course, with her eyes half-lidded from the ecstasy of her nipples, urethra, and piss-happy pussy, her glare came off as nothing but adorable. But Violet, tangled in a mess of emotions, had no clue what her face even looked like.
One thing was crystal clear, though: she couldn't admit defeat here.
The moment she did, Christia would plunge back into that road of torment, that swamp of depravity—and Violet would be left watching helplessly.
And right then—
“The match… is decided.”
“Ah…”
A sturdy woman's voice rang in Violet's panting ears. Along with the metallic clank behind her, the plastic clump on her nipple hit the floor. Violet whipped her head around toward the sound.
Soon, her pale purple eyes locked onto the silver-haired holy knight slowly rising from the stall.
Her naked body, bare as Violet's or Eleonora's—ass cheeks stamped red with handprints, pussy dangling sticky love juices like spiderwebs.
No one would believe this was once a holy knight. Christia looked utterly depraved and lewd.
“Fuck me now. Fuck me all you want—that's the winner's right, isn't it? I won, so fuck me like a dog, get me pregnant, unleash that ugly lust of yours in my pussy, my womb. I'll take it all…!”
“Christia…!”
Ignoring Violet's frantic gaze on her back, Christia stepped out of the stall without a care. She strode toward Sin Seon-dong, grabbed her outer labia with both hands, and spread her pussy wide—love juices sloshing side to side like a show for all to see.
Of course, as the game's victor, claiming and exercising her rights was only natural. But her eagerness bordered on desperate, and the moment Violet's piss stream tapered off—
She nearly bolted from the stall herself, ready to beg him to fuck her instead.
But—
“Eek! Let go!”
“Tsk tsk! If you're a saintess, own the results gracefully and contribute to a society like that—instead of throwing a tantrum like this.”
Urga, buzzing with excitement over Christia's win and her own impending reward, crushed the loser's final struggle without mercy.
Violet could only smack her lips in regret over the farce of a match, left to watch Sin Seon-dong approach Christia and the knight staring at his cock with heated eyes.
Thump! Thump!
Why was this? Just like Christia eyeing Sin Seon-dong's cock with eager anticipation, Violet's heart pounded like a kid ripping open a gift-wrapped box. She couldn't hide her shock.
Why… why is this happening…? Suddenly my breasts and p-pussy…?!
“Hmmm… You want me to fuck you that bad? Can't take your eyes off my cock, huh?”
“Who said anything about you or your filthy dick…! I-I'm just exercising the winner's rights! Wh-what are you waiting for? Fuck me already!”
“I see. You want to get fucked right in front of the saintess? I love that twisted wish of yours.”
“Wh-what?! Don't make me laugh! You planning to humiliate me in front of the saintess again?! How can you spout such lies so calmly when I'd never—!!”
Christia's cheeks flushed crimson the instant Sin Seon-dong finished speaking.
Violet wanted to scream at him for openly taunting that he'd fuck Christia right in front of her—but as his words landed, her own heart thundered harder. She swallowed hard without realizing.
She'd caught it—the contradiction in Christia's words. Truth and lies, impossible together, coexisting.
And Urga, who called herself Sin Seon-dong's wife, wasn't about to let that clear gulp from Violet's throat slide.
“What, you're actually looking forward to your holy knight getting fucked in your place?”
“What are you talking about!? As if! Hii, hiik!?”
Schlurp-
The words barely left her mouth before a foreign intrusion plunged into her body.
Violet arched her back hard at the unfamiliar fingers—neither Eleonora's nor Sin Seon-dong's. Urga cackled.
“Learned from that Eleonora bitch, huh? Pussy soaked like this and you lie? Total saintess fail.”
“N-Nguuuh… N-no, don't… don't rake my pussy with your nails like th-that…!!”
Urga scraped her nails along Violet's vaginal folds like stoking a fire. Violet froze like a mouse in a cat's paws, helpless.
And though Christia was cock-drunk, she wouldn't ignore Urga's outrage on her saintess.
“Saintess!!”
“Worry about yourself. Sofa’s still damp from the rain the other day.”
Even knowing he could steal Violet's virginity in a heartbeat if he wanted, Christia's best move was drawing his eyes to her own body.
And so the platinum-blonde sow slowly approached Sin Seon-dong, who was pressing the damp old sofa.
“Perfect. Grab a chair from nearby… What're you doing?”
In stark contrast to the grayish silver of Christia, the platinum sow Eleonora dropped to all fours on the spot before he could finish.
“I'll be your chair.”
“Huh?”
Before anyone could respond, Eleonora was down flat on the floor. Sin Seon-dong blinked; even fidgety Christia froze mid-spread.
He'd just meant to say grab a chair nearby, but Eleonora—head bowed—snapped it up and yelled.
“If Master enjoys a white sow's pussy, this useless Eleonora—who's only good for pussy play—is fit for nothing but becoming a chair to serve him!”
“No need for that, just get one from—”
“Even if it's a role lesser than a footstool, it's the lewd duty bestowed on this filthy sow Eleonora! The one thing I yearn to fulfill above all!”
“…”
You're just doing this 'cause you want to, right? The retort rose in Sin Seon-dong's throat, his tongue ready—
“Haa…! Haa…! Yes! I! I want it! Torment my asshole and pussy while you enjoy—just please! No, please torment me!!”
“Not even denying it anymore…”
“Hggrrrut, wh-what are you d-doing…♥”
Half-enlightened to the futility of stopping Eleonora now, Sin Seon-dong hooked his index and middle fingers—curved like a claw—into Christia's pussy and dragged her along.
“Never thought you'd go as far as playing furniture.”
“Hehe… For this sow, being treated like a tool is the ultimate reward and grace…!”
“You were always content with toilet duty, but this self-driven progress? Very commendable.”
“…♥”
The words hit, and Eleonora squirted love juices right there, climaxing on the spot.