After Hardship Comes Pleasure?
“Hey, you know the drill, right? I'll feed you soon enough, so while the Master steps out for a bit of work, you just behave and wait here nice and quiet, got it?”
“Eh? Huh? Y-Yes?!”
That faint tinkle~ again. Among all the countless pigsties on this farm, only one spot ever produced that particular bell sound. Violet blinked dumbly for a moment at the sight of Sin Seon-dong heading into the main sow pen without her, leaving her outside once more. Then she sprang up with a little hop right there on the spot.
“H-How did things end up like this?!”
A few hours earlier, after her intercourse with the elf and cleaning Sin Seon-dong's cock with her mouth-pussy, Violet had been basking in rosy visions of the future—visions lightly tinged with milky white. She imagined seizing the opportunity Eleonora had created for her, claiming Sin Seon-dong's cock-house for herself, filling her womb with his semen. At last, she would deliver the Goddess's divine punishment upon this wicked man.
She'd even mentally thanked Christia for enduring all those outrageous humiliations without giving up, holding out to the bitter end just for this day—for the price Christia had paid, for the countless sacrifices she'd made by throwing her body into the fray for Violet's sake.
This is my chance! With all the techniques I've learned, I'll make this man's body and soul utterly addicted to me—turn him into a slave to my asshole, make him crave my favor so badly he can't live without it! I'll force him to ravage my pussy!
This was the day! She'd endured that hellish gauntlet of mockery and torment for this very moment!
Today of all days, she'd use her honed lewd skills to enchant Sin Seon-dong, make him stagger drunkenly toward her body, and surrender her virginity to him. If push came to shove, she'd even rape him herself to make sure he took it.
After all, she'd been his personal toilet and cock-house for the whole day—plenty of opportunities.
Of course, Christia collapsing in a mess of semen along the way, or the sudden intervention of that nefarious elf, had complicated things. But now that the elf had scampered back to the wilds, this was truly the moment to fulfill the mission the Goddess had bestowed upon her!
She'd even harbored a subtle thrill of anticipation for the intense fucking sure to follow.
—Wait right here.
—Huh? Whyyy! I'm your cock-house! Your toilet! So whyyy…
—Can you handle that smell?
After raping the elf, Sin Seon-dong's next stop had been the place he called the “shit pit”—a name that said it all: the farm's repository for all the pigs' waste.
—I-I can handle it! For your cock, Master, I'd gladly go uuugh…
She'd said as much, but the stench was incomparable to her young sow pen or even Christia's main sow pen. And for good reason—the shit pit collected every bit of excrement from every pig on the farm.
Even Eleonora avoided the area when she could. What chance did Violet have?
—What's the matter? Why aren't you by Master's side… Oh.
—Uuuughhh…
In the end, Violet had no choice but to seek out Eleonora, who was still carrying on her lascivious antics with the hilt of a greatsword jammed up her asshole, pining(?) for Sin Seon-dong who'd left for work.
Eleonora, having been through something similar herself, understood completely. She pulled Violet into an embrace with her ever-growing massive tits, as if to say she knew better than anyone the pathetic anguish of a cock-house and toilet bereft of its cock.
Those vulgar lumps of fat that usually filled her with loathing—or at least a deep sense of deprivation—felt so soft and warm today.
—Perfect timing. Mind giving me your thoughts on the Sow Swordsmanship I created for Master's sow knight order?
—Huh? B-Before that, why's the sword… there?!
Of course, no favors came free. Violet was stuck glued to Eleonora until Sin Seon-dong finished his work.
To prove the technique's purpose—repelling enemies while seducing Sin Seon-dong—she was forced to watch for a full two hours as the naked knight's jiggling tits and plump ass put on their erotic display.
It might have stretched to three if Urga hadn't come out to hang laundry and spotted Eleonora's bizarre antics.
But Violet couldn't just waste those two hours.
Even as she spectated Eleonora's freak show, she masturbated furtively here and there, ready for Sin Seon-dong to scoop her up at any moment. She even earned approving smiles from Eleonora—smiles brimming with pride—as she indulged in outdoor exposure masturbation utterly unbecoming of a saintess.
—Hey, looks like you were having fun.
—Master!
—Haaah… W-Welcome baaack, M-Maaaster…!!
—Eh, Eleonora, keep doing whatever. Violet, come with me quick.
—Yeees!
And at last, was her hard work about to pay off?
Sin Seon-dong called her name directly after finishing up at the shit pit. Violet's womb throbbed with excitement as she high-fived her own lower belly—slapping the lewd tattoo there—and followed him eagerly.
Time passed, and now…
Violet fidgeted anxiously as Sin Seon-dong vanished into the main sow pen again, abandoning her once more to feed Christia her “lunch.”
“He said he's going to feed Christia, which means he's definitely going to do those awful things to her again…”
She shoved aside her abandonment issues for now. The point was, he was surely inside, abusing Christia's body to sate his perverted urges while leaving her tossed aside like trash!
And as memories of that morning's Christia flitted through her mind again, Violet's gaze shifted to the boar pen adjoining the main sow pen. She bolted straight there.
“Ex-Excuse meee…”
No longer fazed by crawling on all fours, she crawled right past the boars without a care. On top of the masturbation she'd done waiting for Sin Seon-dong, her pussy—drenched from fretting and anticipating whatever abuse he'd inflict next—was on full display for the pigs. Heart pounding, she finally reached the back door and reached for the latch.
Easy now, stay calm. Just like always, just peeking. No way I'll get caught…
Soon, her eyes would behold Christia—being defiled by Sin Seon-dong, falling deeper into depravity.
“Haa… haa… Calm down, calm down. This is just… just peeking…”
She'd witness Christia's sacrifice from start to finish, whipping her own mind for constantly fantasizing about masturbating to it. She'd also scout any perverse desires Sin Seon-dong might have that she didn't know about.
It was the best she could do right now.
Ignoring the something trickling down her thighs, Violet slowly turned the latch.
“Beyond this door, Christia… getting it again…”
Thump-thump!
Honestly, that shocking morning scene still lingered vividly, refusing to fade. Her heart raced uncontrollably as she turned the latch, but opening it would settle everything.
Just like this morning, Violet started turning it.
Clunk—
“Huh?”
But what unfolded before her wasn't Christia reluctantly devouring Sin Seon-dong's cock, nor him gripping her ass for another absurd creampie to impregnate her. It was the cold clang of iron.
“Wh-Why won't it open?! No way, is it broken?!”
She remembered fleeing in a panic when Sin Seon-dong had emerged after abusing Christia that morning. Had she broken the door in her haste?!
This was a pigsty full of boars, but the iron latch would screech if she forced it—the telltale sound of metal.
That would alert Sin Seon-dong or Christia for sure.
What do I do… what do I do…
Like a child clutching her mother's skirt after losing a toy, Violet clung to the unyielding latch and let out a hollow sigh.
And then—
“Wh-Wha?!”
What depraved act was she enduring? What outrage was Christia suffering?
Violet's body went rigid at the lewd moan spilling from the unmistakably silver-haired holy knight.