Chapter 307 - At That Moment, Violet
"What should I do… What should I do…?!"
At that very moment, while Sin Seon-dong was being pounced on(?) by some nameless elf,
in the piglet pen that now held only the recently weaned piglets, Violet—looking nothing like a saintess in either her surroundings or her disheveled state—paced back and forth, utterly beside herself. Her noble, sacred body was utterly naked, not a thread upon it, but she paid no mind to the baby pigs staring wide-eyed at her.
"I underestimated that man too much… I thought he'd pull the same trick as last time…"
Anyone would have assumed he'd shove tubes into their piss pussies (urethras) again and go, "Good, you've been guzzling it down till you burst? Now it's time to piss it all out to your heart's content!"—pitting her and Christia in that fierce, filthy contest!
Violet shook her head furiously, her half-twintails bouncing cutely as she darted around the pen in frustration. The baby pigs, who no longer treated her as human, took it as playtime and scampered after her naked form, racing her from corner to corner.
Oblivious to how she'd unwittingly become the pigs' clown, she zigzagged wildly through the pen, enough to dizzy any onlooker—but even that had its limits.
"Huuuuh… What should I do…"
After circling the pen a few more times, Violet—whose meager stamina matched her modest chest—soon panted heavily and collapsed into a corner.
"I was too complacent. I never imagined that man would go that far with Christia…"
No matter how she tried to push the thoughts away or forget, they wouldn't fade.
The image of Christia, facing Sin Seon-dong directly while using Eleonora as a chair, their bodies intertwined. Christia desperately resisting him at first, only to succumb to his cock and pleasure right before Violet's eyes, corrupting step by step—how could she forget?
At first, she'd clung to faith: "Christia wouldn't do that!" trusting her holy knight's devotion and will.
But in the end—Christia thrashing in ecstasy intense enough to make her pass out, her legs wrapped tightly around Sin Seon-dong's waist.
If she were still innocent, maybe she wouldn't grasp it. But after being trained in every hole by Sin Seon-dong and witnessing countless lewd acts firsthand, how could Violet miss the meaning?
Even Eleonora had begged to be impregnated countless times, legs locked around him whenever they coupled.
The moment Violet saw Christia's legs wrap around him, her mind had gone blank with shock—truly, she couldn't believe her eyes.
Was it a trick of the eye? Urga had been milking her breasts and tormenting her pussy at the same time—had she even been in her right mind?
But no matter how she rationalized or defended Christia, digging deeper into her memories only unearthed more.
Details she'd overlooked: Christia craving even fiercer pleasure, just like Sin Seon-dong, coquettishly begging for his cock and semen. Squealing like a sow, just like Eleonora.
Christia, hips arched back like a passionate tango, shaking her breasts as she gasped. Christia, climaxing shamefully the instant a finger probed her asshole.
Christia, eyes—symbols of justice and fairness—filled with lust and desire, tongue lolling out, even as she reached not for Violet but for him.
Her legs wrapping around his waist to coax a creampie? That was the climax amid all those depravities.
"No way Christia… No, her mind is pure steel. But her body is already…!"
Yet the image burned deepest: those legs signaling her sow-like courtship, demanding a creampie, ready to bear his seed. It screamed that Christia's body was no longer her loyal holy knight's flesh, the Goddess's sword—but Sin Seon-dong's sex slave, a filthy sow.
"Her mind holds for now, but soon… 'A healthy body breeds a healthy mind,' they say. Christia too…"
Just like her platinum-haired mentor, once humanity's strongest sword, now choosing to serve Sin Seon-dong and his cock over royalty—was it only a matter of time before she became another sow?
"No, no! It can't be!"
Her thoughts reached that point, and Violet shook her head desperately, denying it.
But those legs—what did they mean, if not begging to be impregnated like a knight in heat?
Christia wouldn't want to be raped by Sin Seon-dong. But her body, addicted to pleasure, might crave it unconsciously.
The thought stretched further—
*Slurrrrp*
"Eek?!"
Suddenly, the intense suction on her breasts yanked her back to reality, nipple pain jolting her mind.
And with it—
"Wha—what?"
*Slurrrrp! Chomp-chomp!*
She blinked at her sprawled form in the corner, baby pigs suckling her breasts to fill their bellies. Her eyes went wide.
"When did…?!"
She'd been sitting against the wall, squatting—when had she lain down like a mother sow, nursing her young?
No way… It can't be…
Back in reality, her aching breasts, pussy, and asshole told the tale, but Violet denied it fiercely.
Watching Christia's depravity and getting wet? Ridiculous! I was just mentally exhausted, and the pigs latched on, so…
Yes, that's why her breasts leaked.
What woman wouldn't get wet nursing so blissfully?
Even a kingdom's princess or queen couldn't resist.
"…Huh?"
Did she realize she was starting to think like Eleonora? Violet rationalized it away, even granting it legitimacy.
"Hnnngh… These cute little pigs see me as their mom, so as the saintess of our compassionate Goddess, who loves all, isn't it right to bestow Her grace on these tiny lives too…?"
*Chomp-chomp!*
She beamed at the greedy piglets suckling like starved beasts.
Sin Seon-dong was sin incarnate, but these innocents were blameless. Just like her, raised by him…
"Wh-what am I thinking?!"
Had she truly lost her mind?!
Violet shrieked, but subtly glanced at her breasts, worried for the piglets—
They barely flinched at her outburst, accustomed to her sudden fits, and kept suckling.
"But still, something feels off about it all…"
Off? What was off?
The hungry piglets, waiting their turn after their siblings, oinked as if listening.
Violet stared, then nodded as if it were perfect.
"It's not something else. That game—last time, neither Christia nor I imagined he'd mess with our piss pussies… er, urethras, so it was basically fifty-fifty…"
This game felt wrong.
Changed events? Whatever.
What truly bothered her: the anticlimactic end.
"We got the same hint, so why didn't Christia react at all?"
Violet had drunk so much Eleonora fretted over her, but Christia appeared with her usual slim waist and toned abs.
And even with clamps on her nipples, Christia stayed calm, no urine in sight.
*"Come on, spill the info quick! If you want more of my pussy flavor, hurry with your cum and…!"*
"Eep?!"
A memory flashed: Christia atop Sin Seon-dong in the front yard, hips grinding wildly, those words spilling out.
"…No, that's not reliable. Christia wouldn't say such filth. But if she deliberately seduced him with her body…"
And she'd done similar with Urga, so maybe some special play…
"Oh? So you're saying the game hosted by Master was unfair, and that white sow got prior info?"
"This is just a hypothesis… T-Teacher?!"
When had she arrived?
Violet carefully peeled off the pigs from her nipples at the familiar voice of the platinum sow.
"Where have you—w-whoa…"
She'd meant to probe Eleonora, Sin Seon-dong's closest confidante, but gaped in awe.
"Heh, see? I, Eleonora, swore never to wear clothes again, to live as Master's bald slut. But this outfit Master made himself? Proof of his favor for this sow—it's the one garment I crave to wear forever."
Her body was coated in semen.
Face, neck, collarbone, breasts, abs, navel, hips—everywhere.
Eleonora, drenched in Sin Seon-dong's dried cum, especially spread her pussy wide with two fingers—drips still falling to the floor.
"Hnnngh…♥"
"Ah…?!"
*Splurt—♥*
As she parted with middle and ring fingers, semen gushed out like it had waited.
"Haa… haa… I-I want it too, just like that…"
"Oink~♥"
Things she'd once ignored now mesmerized her. Was it Christia's shocking fall? Her own anxiety?
Violet watched Eleonora oink happily amid the dripping cum, convinced no sow was happier.
And the moment she thought, One day, I want to be filled like that—
"By the way, I overheard something intriguing. That white sow got a heads-up on the game?"
"Eh? N-no! Christia wouldn't…!"
"Insolent bitch—that's why she stayed so calm? Took all those spanks without a drop of piss? Maybe that wild boar bitch egged her on. Tsk, filthy slut."
"Eh, eee?!"
Eleonora, stripped of outdoor exposure training rights alongside Violet's defeat, gnashed her teeth in rage. Violet hurriedly defended Christia.
"No way! Christia just had some… unique play…!"
"I'm a sow, but as a sow knight, I wanted fair play. But now? Time for dirty tricks."
"Eeeeh?! You say that, but why reach for me?!"
Violet recoiled as semen-scented fingers gripped her anal plug.
But with fairness ruined, Eleonora squeezed it tight and grinned.
"Don't worry—I'll turn you into a sow who can't live without Master's cock."
"Why does it turn to this, o-o-oink…♥"
This was just before Sin Seon-dong was penetrated by the elf.