Night Play
“U, uuuugh…”
‘This feels super ominous, doesn’t it…’
Was it really okay to follow her inside?
No matter how desperate she was, was it right to throw herself straight into the lion’s mouth, into the lion’s den?
Violet rolled her eyes back and forth, utterly at a loss, as Eleonora flung open the front door wide and commanded her to follow.
“Are you not coming in?”
“Um, that is… uh…?”
A trap, maybe?
What if the moment she stepped inside, lights blazed on with a “I knew it!” and Sin Seon-dong and his gang popped out, bound her up, and used this late-night escape from the pigsty as an excuse to punish her by raping Christia right in front of her?
While Violet’s head spun in dizzy confusion at this utterly unforeseen situation, Eleonora flashed a subtle, knowing smile, as if she completely understood the girl’s hesitation.
Like she’d said before, she’d been exactly the same.
Now, more than anyone, she adored her Master—but back then, she’d ignorantly defied him, doubted him, even plotted against him, her head filled with endless thoughts of rebellion and escape. Violet’s current state kept overlapping with that version of herself, and it was just too amusing.
‘Foolish girl. For sluts like us, with cunts for holes, true happiness isn’t in pretty honors or devout faith—it’s in serving as Master’s sex slave, submitting, taking his cock, panting for him.’
Of course, even now, seeing Violet casually strut around naked in the open air, Eleonora could glimpse a near future where the girl offered her virginity to Sin Seon-dong of her own accord.
But for that to happen, her role right now was more crucial than ever.
“Come on in. The autumn air is chilly.”
“Y-yes, ma’am!”
In the end, Violet seemed to steel her resolve at the renewed invitation and hurried after Eleonora through the front door on tiptoe.
“B-but… won’t we get in trouble? I mean, even so…”
“It’s fine. That wild boar got tormented so thoroughly by Master that, short of the world ending, she won’t stir tonight. And Master never wakes easily once he’s asleep anyway.”
The old Sin Seon-dong might’ve fallen asleep like any normal guy, scrolling Nertube videos on his phone at night. But ever since getting his sex slaves, he worked day and night alike.
Eleonora, his personal toilet, knew full well how, after finishing his nighttime duties, he crashed like a powered-down machine, consciousness utterly severed.
Hell, even if he woke needing to piss, she’d gladly drink it with her mouth or cunt, so there was zero reason for him to stir from his deep slumber.
Not that he never woke, but after exhausting himself in a frenzy with Urga tonight, the odds were slim to none.
Eleonora swept her gaze over Sin Seon-dong, snoring away with that adorable bubbling sound, her eyes thick with sticky lust. Then she grabbed the shoulders of Violet, who’d slunk inside all fidgety, holding her tight to prevent any escape.
“Ah… mmph.”
“Good girl, so wise. What we’re about to do is terribly naughty—even for Master’s sows, we’ll have to brace for serious punishment.”
Something even Eleonora would get punished for?!
Violet shuddered, a chill as cold as the night air racing through her, and asked,
“W-what exactly… are we doing…?”
“Not me. You have to do it.”
“??”
Me?
What?
Violet still couldn’t grasp Eleonora’s intent, tilting her head slightly. Then her eyes fell on the massive bed in the living room, Urga sprawled atop it drenched in cum, and beside her, the naked Sin Seon-dong deep in sleep. Her face flushed red.
“No way…”
“Exactly that ‘no way.’ They started this filthy game first, so we don’t need to fight fair. Besides, you’ve taken Master’s cock far fewer times than that white pig—you’ve got no choice.”
Violet flinched hard as Eleonora casually shoved Urga right off the bed, sending her tumbling to the floor—but the house stayed deathly quiet. No fool had anything to worry about.
“Over here, come closer.”
“Y-yes…”
Eleonora knelt by Sin Seon-dong’s side, beckoning. Violet crept forward on stealthy feet, bracing for trouble.
‘Yeah. I don’t need to hold back or pick methods!’
At first, she’d wondered if jumping a sleeping man was right—but visions of slutty Christia flashed in her mind, hardening her resolve. She scurried to the bed.
‘That terrifying man, so defenseless like this…!’
Truly oblivious to her approach, he slept on. Violet swallowed hard, gulp, then clambered onto the bed. Kneeling beside him like Eleonora, with him between them.
“So… what do I do now?”
“Do you see Master’s cock?”
“P-pardon? Oh, y-yes… I see it… ah?”
Her gaze slid down his face, neck, chest—slowly over his body. There, the thick black bush of his pubes that’d battered her ass relentlessly.
And nestled in it: Sin Seon-dong’s cock, fully limp, dangling limply.
‘If the main body’s asleep, is the cock asleep too?’
Shrunk even smaller than that time she’d insisted she wasn’t lewd—enough to make her doubt if this was really his cock.
“As you thought, Master’s sleeping, no slutty blanket to cover it, no need to keep that delicious, ecstatic monster rod primed like usual.”
“Slutty blanket…?”
What the hell was that? Violet cocked her head, but Eleonora didn’t answer. She just continued flatly.
“But.”
“But…?”
Eleonora crawled between Sin Seon-dong’s legs, urging Violet to watch closely. She clasped her hands piously and bowed her head to his cock.
“Like confessing sins to the Goddess, beg Cock-sama’s forgiveness for this sow’s insolence, plead for mercy. Watch closely.”
“T-that seriously…?”
A knight who’d only knelt to queens and princesses her whole life—bowing to a mere cock?!
But some strange empathy welled up, sealing Violet’s lips. Eleonora lifted her forehead from her clasped hands and crawled forward on her knees to his crotch.
Sin Seon-dong wasn’t tall, so she reached it quick. Pressing her face right in without hesitation, she parted her glossy, saliva-slick lips.
Violet’s cunt already itched. Her hand drifted to her own crotch.
So natural to masturbate—but trivial compared to the sight before her.
“…♥”
Suddenly, a wet schlick as Violet shuddered, trembling.
Eleonora hid her satisfaction at the lewd saintess, gently laying the limp cock and glans on her tongue tip.
“Watch closely…”
“Y-yes…”
Then—slurp—confirming it on her tongue, she nibbled it softly with her lips, rolling it with her tongue right there. Violet twisted her clit with her free hand.
Eleonora rolled the gripped cock a few more times, then extended her tongue long—as if moved by her devoted service.
“It’s… growing!”
The cock on her tongue swelled, gaining size. Violet gazed at Eleonora with utter reverence.
“I had to pull out every trick just to get it hard…”
All the humiliating antics she’d pulled—and Eleonora made it erect like plucking fruit.
But then—
“Huh?”
Instead of sucking fiercely to milk his cum with her mouth-cunt, Eleonora pulled her head back.
“Now, you try.”
“M-me?”
No time to regret the lost cock—Violet’s eyes bulged at this sudden trial thrust upon her.