Chapter 323: Night Play
At this late hour, what nonsense was she spouting after barging in unannounced?
Violet didn't quite grasp it all, but she knew her secret nightly handiwork had been busted—and despite Eleonora's abrupt topic shift, she followed along without a peep.
"Wh-where... are we going...?"
"Can't stand the injustice, can you?"
"...Pardon?"
What? What was that supposed to mean all of a sudden?
Violet tilted her head slightly, prompting Eleonora to let out a deep, exasperated sigh before grabbing her hand and dragging her along the back path of the main pigsty—where Christia was locked up—straight to the boar pen.
"Th-there...?!"
"It's fine. At this hour, the seniors are all fast asleep."
"Eek...?!"
They slipped past the house-sized boars and followed the passage to the back door of the main pigsty. Gradually, some lewd sounds started tickling Violet's ears.
-Nngh... Semen... cock... Ahh, what is this... For Christia to be unable to sleep, craving cock so badly... ♥
"Ah...?!"
The sweet, heat-stricken cry of a single white sow—Christia—mixed with squelching, vulgar noises from beyond the door. Violet's face drained pale as moonlight.
"Th-that's...?!"
"Can you see?"
"...Pardon?"
What was she even saying? See what?
Violet clamped her mouth shut and gave a slight nod, whatever it was.
Eleonora had been peeking through the door crack at Christia—lost in masturbation just like Violet—before slamming it shut and hauling Violet out of the boar pen entirely.
"Did you see well?"
"Y-yes... B-but... that was Christia...?!"
"A truly loathsome bitch."
"Eh?!"
Suddenly? What the hell?!
Violet's eyes went wide as saucers, staring at Eleonora like a rabbit under the full moon.
Eleonora sighed deeply again at that innocent look—still so much further to go—before speaking up.
"Didn't you see that bitch? Why aren't you furious?"
"Uh? What... do you mean...?"
"What else? That white sow who stole the cock you deserved with cowardly tricks—and now dares to lust after more!"
"Pardon?!"
They'd clearly seen the same thing—or more importantly, who the hell was throwing around words like "lusting"?!
Violet shot Eleonora an incredulous upward glance. Eleonora slipped both arms under her massive, ever-growing udders, crossed them defiantly, and snorted.
"Fine, I won't deny it—I'm a sow who craves Master's cock at every chance. That's only natural."
"Y-you think that too?!"
"But that bitch! She gobbled Master's cock right in front of you like a glutton, and it's still not enough? Craving more cock and semen without a shred of guilt!"
"Christia was just trying to pr-protect me...!"
As if she'd seen it coming, Eleonora gave her tits a shake—slap—smacking Violet's crown lightly with the underside.
It was the cheapest, most humiliating punishment imaginable, laced with deprivation. But before Violet could bristle,
Eleonora pressed on. "Snap out of it—you know it too. The ecstasy of Master's cock pounding you, that sensation swelling in your chest every time he deigns to use our bodies, scorching us from within!"
"Ugh..."
Violet had no comeback for that. She tried hiding her slick thighs, but tonight's moonlight was mercilessly clear. A glance at her glistening skin, and her face burned red.
"I won't say she betrayed you. But that behavior? Outrageous. Winning with dirty tricks and brazenly begging for Master's cock?"
Violet wanted to argue, but the past few days' scenes flashed by like a panorama. Her lips sealed shut against her will; she shuddered.
Assuming agreement, Eleonora stroked Violet's head with the warm underside of her udders this time.
"I'm a filthy sow knight now, but once... I stood for justice... Urk..."
"A-are you okay?!"
"Ahem, sorry—just a glimpse of my past, and the nausea wells up..."
Just recalling her old self—charging ahead for continental peace, justice, the kingdom—left Eleonora dry-heaving in utter revulsion.
Violet flailed to support her, but Eleonora waved it off with a casual hand.
"Anyway! As Eleonora—who has a greater duty than any to safeguard Master's cock and lead these sows—how can I stand by such injustice?!"
"I-is that... so?"
"Damn right! Mark my words: those wicked pigs will pull the same stunts to steal your cock again."
"Whaaat?!"
No time to question the plummeting thud in her chest.
Violet stroked the womb-shaped tattoo etched on her mound, murmuring.
"Th-that can't happen...!"
"Exactly. Keep going like this, and you won't even become a lewd slut like me—you'll spend your life with cobwebs in your pussy and asshole. And if you do get cock? It'll be that white sow's sloppy seconds."
"No way...!"
Then she had zero shot. Among all the women here, her body was the puniest.
Worst case, if Sin Seon-dong lined them up and pondered who to fuck? Tiny tits, petite frame—she'd rank dead last in appeal.
Sure, the game picked her target now. But if he changed his mind? If, just maybe, Christia fell and became his sow...?!
"T-teacher...!"
"Yes, finally sensing the crisis? You're in deep shit. I'm Master's first sow—most favored. But you're the Saintess."
She could rationalize Christia wouldn't fall, but that daytime sight clung: Christia wrapped around Sin Seon-dong, shrieking for creampie breeding like a madwoman.
That pleasure-soaked bitch-face danced before her eyes even now.
"S-so, wh-what do I do? How...?"
"Becoming a lewd woman is a given—no need to harp on it. But with those wicked pigs playing so dirty, we can't hold back either."
Follow me.
With that, Eleonora waddled downhill, her udders and ass jiggling side to side. Violet trailed after.
Chilly autumn air licked her bare skin, but this wasn't the time to care.
She passed Dungchi's now-empty house, skirted the pigsty where Eleonora had once been confined,
and reached Sin Seon-dong's home—the place she'd first been dragged to, her last spot alone with Christia.
"That's...?"
"A car. Don't sweat it. Think horseless carriage."
"Wow..."
Making it to the front yard where it was parked, Violet quickly scanned for intel.
Eleonora—who'd once paced the same frantic path—found it adorable,
pretended not to notice, and sidled to the window where she'd been abandoned earlier. She peered in.
"As expected... the wild boar bitch is out cold... Master's sleeping too... His stamina's bottomless, but after twenty loads, even he'd crash around now..."
"Y-you're... counting them...?"
"Kuh... Wild boar bitch gets trained by Master and twenty loads of semen... Can't stand the vulgar slut...!"
Violet knew it wasn't her place to judge—especially from this shameless naked whore—but she kept it zipped.
"So... why bring us here...? Ah?"
Violet fidgeted, stamping her feet, as Eleonora fetched a small clip, jimmied the lock, and slipped inside the firmly shut door.
What the hell was she planning, dragging her here? Just to teach outdoor exposure thrills under the stars?
Or to tease her senseless?
What was she supposed to do...?
"What're you doing? Follow."
"Pardon?"
"Didn't hear? Get in here."