Chapter 335
"Haaah… So much semen, packed full like this…!!"
As if someone had dumped a truckload of semen solely into Christia's trough—or maybe pickled her in a drum barrel overflowing with the stuff—Christia crawled over, utterly drenched from head to toe.
She usually called herself a "white sow," but right now, she seemed to crave becoming some sultry demon cat prowling the hells of lust, padding lightly on dainty front paws as she approached.
Splat.
"Sluuuurp, haaaah… How much did you cum, anyway? Were you really trying to kill me? Sluuuurp, fuuuuh…♥"
With every paw she extended, globs of semen with impossible viscosity for such volume splattered onto the floor. Finally reaching her trough, Christia pressed her nose right up to it, nostrils flaring wildly.
But even with the food right there, she hesitated—her tongue lapped ceaselessly, yet her eyes flicked up at me with some uncertain reluctance.
"What's wrong?"
"…"
"Oh… Eat it. Go ahead, I gave it to you to eat. Why hesitate with food right in front of you?"
"I-Is it… really okay…? You've always said not to eat until you permit it, or else… Hah?! Don't tell me you're lulling me into a false sense of security just to ram your cock down my mouth pussy?! Y-You're plotting something that wicked?! I-I won't fall for it…♥"
Strip away her speech patterns, and her actions screamed sex slave—or white sow—far more than holy knight. She even subtly stretched her cheek with one hand, as if begging for a throat-fuck.
And I, a good owner who never skimped on praise for well-behaved pets, stroked her semen-matted hair without a care and said,
"You've followed my training so obediently to turn this slutty. As a reward for your hard work, I came enough to stuff you till you burst—so eat up without worry. You're not a dog anyway; you're a pig. Why ask your master if you can eat?"
"Hahmp!"
Spluuuurt—!
"…Oof."
Before I could finish, Christia—clearly at her limit—slammed her face straight into the trough.
What to call it? Like that Pensieve from Harry Potter, where you dive face-first into a memory pool to relive it. She plunged right in, puuunk, submerging fully in the semen puddle.
-Gulp! Gulp! Gulp!
I half-thought she'd passed out for a second, but the gulping sounds in my ears, her ass quivering nonstop in semen-fueled orgasm, and above all—
"Puhahhh… Haa… S-So thick… Close call… I can't let the Saintess taste semen this potent. Good thing I seduced you… No way I can let her see this. I'll sluuuurp it all down right here~♥"
She only surfaced periodically for air, lapping it up dog-style like a beast while keeping a watchful eye(?) on me the whole time.
No need to fret over her survival, then. I sighed in relief, squatting down to meet her eye level.
And,
"Let me help."
"Wh-What are you—?!"
Splat—!
Before she could question my hand on her occiput, I shoved her head down into the puddle without resistance.
Blubblub—!!
Bubbles frothed up immediately. She tried resisting late, but Christia—stripped of her holy knight prowess by semen ecstasy, ass twitching in drowning pleasure—stood no chance against my ordinary strength.
"Mmmph! Gulp glurk, w-wait, mmphf?!"
Splat, splat!
"H-Hurry up. I gotta get to work, but I have to watch till you finish. If you dawdle and delay me, what then? Even a sow can't trouble her master, right? So eat faster while I help."
"Mmmph! Ggggh! G-Ggggh…♥"
Even now, she didn't fight my training—instead, fixated on the feast before her, she kept her face buried except when truly at death's door.
With Eleonora, I'd force-fed hunger to enable semen training.
But Christia, as she'd admitted repeatedly,
pretended eager submission to seduce me with her prime body, blocking my advances on Violet at every turn.
Yet like blank paper soaked endlessly in ink, her daily sessions—willing or not—had stained her flesh black. Body-wise, total capitulation loomed.
"Tasty?"
"Puhah… Wh-What?! Don't ask that! As if I'd enjoy this filthy, disgusting, stinky semen that slides so smoothly down my throat and melts on my tongue…! Slurrrrp!!"
She'd started scorning it like poison, ignoring it outright—now she devoured it like the world's finest delicacy, terrified someone might steal a bite.
Partly thanks to SD Character's tweaks to my body and output, sure. But also, she'd become a bitch in heat craving true breeding from me.
Like Eleonora or Lady Urga, sex-exclusive sycophants to me. From the moment she sacrificed herself for Violet by eagerly offering her body, this was inevitable.
"Slurp, who, slurrrp, who would call this tasty…? In this world, only Dame Eleonora and I, Christia, think your semen is delicious…! Only I can gobble it like a greedy dog or pig! Watch me prove it…!"
She knew her state, yet spouted that from a semen-soaked face—like a holy knight cosplaying sow. Did she realize?
Sure, a glimpse of her knightly devotion to Violet shone through. But her eyes never left my cock and load, golden gaze darkening with greed.
Reassured, I pressed her head down again with a squish.
Thus, a peaceful interlude in the main sow pen.
Gulp gulp gulp!
Whew, that was a close one for real.
Eh? Something happen…? Oh my gosh, you came buckets!! 😍
Amid Christia's sloppy feast slurps, SD Character—fresh from room-cleaning—responded to my monologue.
Yeah, who knew cranking ejaculation volume to max would make such a mess.
Hehe, say what you want, but you didn't hate it~? 😏
SD Character leered slyly down at semen-soaked Christia still emptying her trough.
A bit startled, but… kinda?
Hohoho, everyone's like that at first! Anyway, watch your mouth~ 😜
"?"
I tilted my head at SD Character suddenly tapping her mouth shut mid-sentence—
"…Enough now."
"Huh?"
How'd she polish off that mountain so fast? Trough scraped clean, Christia glared up with axe-eyes, face still half-buried.
"You ate all that already?"
"Hmph, calling that 'a lot'? That's your cock's limit, then. What, scared you can't squeeze out even a drop now.. Gurk!?"
"…"
Silence blanketed the sow pen like a lie.
Tick, tock—the clock chimed exactly ten seconds. Christia's tomato-red face averted shyly.
"…A-Anyway, not enough. I said not enough!"
"R-Really…?"
I'd never bully her over a semen burp—the pinnacle of depravity—despite training her.
But inexplicably, pussy juice gushed from her crotch. She flopped prone onto her semen-filled stall,
assuming her trademark pose: ass high, pussy mound splayed wide amid cum-matted bush, and bellowed,
"Look! See?! Upper belly's full, but this lower belly—this pussy mouth—is starving! As I said, I'll devour every drop of your semen with my mouth and cunt—so pour that ugly lust into my pussy!!"
"…Feels like I'm getting the short end here."
Squiiiish—!
Nyaaaaaaaah!!
Of course, I had no intention of refusing.