Chapter 296: Right in Front of Her Eyes
A little time slips by, bringing us to the present.
Slap… slap…
“I didn’t have that many expectations for you, but I never imagined you’d actually… ngh… fuck me right in front of the Saintess!!”
Violet stared blankly at the sight before her: Eleonora on all fours like a beast, Sin Seon-dong and Christia locked together—cock and pussy joined—while Christia straddled Eleonora’s back, her ass planted firmly there as the pair mated.
Christia…
“I remember you being pretty calm about it at first. What’s with the attitude now?”
“You know nothing, you… hngh…! Do you have any idea what I was feeling back then…?!”
Born not of shared blood with parents or siblings, but the one silver-haired knight Violet had always looked up to like an older sister was now right in front of her eyes, clinging to the man’s nape, lifting her hips high.
And with every thrust, Christia’s insides—once wrapped so snugly around that sticky rod—proved it all over again, her love juices gleaming on his cock, radiating a depravity that struck Violet as utterly obscene.
“You talk a big game, but every time the Saintess watches, you look ready to devour my cock…”
“H-how many times do I have to tell you! You don’t need to keep repeating it!”
Slap!
“Hnnngh… your cock’s pounding my pussy, slamming my womb… slap-slap-slap…!!”
Once more, Christia slammed down hard against Sin Seon-dong’s thighs, her mouth spilling vulgarities as sticky as the drool leaking from her pussy.
Violet buried her face against Christia’s body, which twitched and flared its asshole like flared nostrils savoring hot food—proof of her arousal as she gulped and spat out that delicious cock over and over.
Christia again…
This was exactly why she’d offered herself up to be violated instead.
These past few days, even Violet—who’d been so clueless about sex—could see it: Christia reeked of a bitch who’d tasted cock, utterly defiled and corrupted by Sin Seon-dong and his crew.
Violet didn’t want to burden her any further.
Innocent as she’d been, Christia had thrown down her weapons and armor, declaring she’d become his sow in Violet’s place. The thought of her breaking like this was heartbreaking…
“Look at her? Her own holy knight’s taking it in her place, and she’s just flapping her pussy like a slut?”
“Huh? Ah, ahh!? What do you think you’re doing?!”
Urga’s hand shot down like a hammer on an anvil, a thunderclap of force yanking Violet’s wrists skyward in a blink. She flailed like a fish on a hook.
“Let go! Release me right now!”
“Kuhuhu, get a load of this—the white sow’s one thing, but our Saintess is a total perv too? She’s leaking milk just watching her knight get fucked.”
“L-lies!!”
Who does this barbarian think she’s fooling with such nonsense?!
Violet snorted and tried to wrench free from Urga’s grip, but…
“Lies? You think I’m lying? Your body’s honest as hell—watching your knight get railed turns you on, and you call that a lie?”
“N-no! It’s a lie! Me getting aroused watching Christia get fucked…?!”
For some reason, Urga’s words didn’t trigger her Power of Truth.
Of course, the power wasn’t infallible—it had plenty of blind spots.
If Urga truly believed it, no reaction was natural. But even knowing that, Violet flushed crimson at her words.
Aroused by Christia getting fucked? No… no way!
Even if she was, it was that bastard’s vile scheme—not her own will or desire!
She tried yelling back at Urga, but the woman was already groping Violet’s chin and lower belly, her callused hands tracing her labia.
“Hnngh… wh-what are you…?!”
“Wanna know if I’m telling the truth? Let’s check with your body.”
“No, let go… th-this, release m—!”
Her hands were already bound tight with ropes from the floor, hoisted high overhead. Violet threw a tantrum, sensing what Urga intended, but…
That lasted only a moment.
Hnnnngaaaah…♥
“!!”
Startled by Christia’s sultry moan in her ear—the one she’d been ignoring—Violet’s chin turned toward her, all prior resistance crumbling into pathetic defeat.
“Haa… haa… that’s cheating… kissing my womb like this, so filthy… battering it with this monstrous cock, you wicked bastard… how far will you humiliate me? How deep will you drag me down…? Showing me getting my womb kissed right in front of the Saintess…!”
“If you hadn’t squealed, she wouldn’t even know where. You must’ve loved it.”
“Sh-shut… hnnngh… again, kissing my wooooomb…♥”
Twitch! Twitch!
Womb? Kiss? What the hell were they talking about?
Violet stared dumbly at Christia—limbs wrapped around Sin Seon-dong, shuddering through her orgasmic afterglow—and his cock, drenched to the balls in her gushing juices.
“Kiss…? K-kisses are between lips…?!”
“Our Saintess gave her first kiss to my cock, and she still thinks kiss means peck?”
“Hiiik…!”
A chilling crawl, like a giant spider on her belly.
Reality was Urga’s fingertips roaming her lower abdomen, but Violet squirmed desperately now—not like before—straining against her bonds.
And into her ear came Urga’s voice.
“See? Just some dirty talk and watching the white sow get fucked, and your womb’s reacting like crazy.”
“No…! That’s not… I wouldn’t… hii, hiiiik?!”
Scraaape.
Urga’s callused fingertip plunged back into her pussy, roughly circling her entrance.
“Just watching’s got your pussy begging for cock this bad. Sure, bitches got two mouths, but don’t lie.”
“Th-this is just me being slutty! I want your cock, that’s allll!”
A bit flustered, but seizing the chance, Violet appealed to Sin Seon-dong—proudly puffing her modest chest.
Unlike before, she knew how to wet her pussy now, and her lactating tits were visibly fuller. It proved she’d changed since arriving—trained by him.
But would Christia let such brazenness slide?
“Is that so?”
“Hic, n-no, wait! The Saintess isn’t slutty! So fuck me! I’ll be your toy however you want! A hundred, a thousand times slamming down on you if that’s what you crave—knock me up! Fuck only me! Fuck this Christia, your white sow—not the Saintess!!”
Squeeeeal—!!
Eyes half-rolled back, panting like a rabid beast to protect Violet, Christia blurted it all—then squelch, Sin Seon-dong’s finger jammed her asshole, wrenching another filthy cry as she came again.
“Haa… even mounted on my back… enjoying such fierce, slutty sex without sparing me a glance… what thrilling humiliation…♥”
“Who said the chair gets to talk!!”
Spluuuurt—♥
Eleonora, who’d seemed startled at first, followed habit and pissed love juices like urine, quivering as Sin Seon-dong smacked her ass—and she loved it.
If hell was made of lust, this was it.
Violet couldn’t hide her anguish at this cruel trial for her and Christia—but against her will, her gaze stayed locked on the knight ponytail-shaking atop his cock.