Chapter 345: After Hardship Comes Bliss?
BOOM!
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"Wh-what is it?!"
The deafening crash from the back door startles me—and Christia, who's squatting bowlegged with her feed trough between her thighs, her pussy spread wide toward me as she pants desperately. She hurriedly covers herself with both arms, shrinking back.
"No need to cover up, is there?"
"Sh-shut up! Even if I'm your white sow, I don't have Eleonora's hobby of prancing around buck naked!"
She glances nervously at the still-sealed door.
But it looks less like she's hiding her naked body and more like she's trying to bury the shame of her recent display—pushing her aroused, heat-maddened body toward me like she couldn't hold back anymore.
"More importantly, is everything okay? What if it's that three-headed hellhound guard dog beyond the door..."
"Huh? Nah, wild boars might barge in, but Dungchi wouldn't let anything shit-stinking get in there."
"Shit-st... Calling that hideous monster a guard dog like it's some loyal hound...!"
I wonder what face she'd make if I told her Dungchi only grew its extra two heads a month ago.
BOOM!
"Eek?!"
"Huh, that's weird. Did a wild boar actually get in?"
This is the main sow pen where all the sows in heat gather, after all. Wild boars sometimes prowl nearby, which is why Dungchi's posted right outside.
But that back door leads through a passage straight to the boar pens—it's not easy for anything from outside to slip in.
Even if a boar in rut did make it, it'd have to cross the boar pens first, and there'd be a huge commotion... but there's none of that.
"I'll check it out quick, so stay put and lick your trough like a good girl."
"Hmph! As if I'd obey a word from you!"
"...Suit yourself."
Leaving Christia behind, I head to the source of the noise and grab the doorknob. For some reason, it won't budge.
The knob turns halfway, but the door stays stuck no matter how hard I pull, like it's refusing to let me through.
"Broken?"
We barely use this door except to drag sows in heat to the boars for mating—and even then, artificial insemination outnumbers natural breeding by a mile. Probably rusted hinges from years of neglect.
"This thing's been here at least twenty years anyway. If it's done, it's done."
I might've slammed it shut without realizing, or maybe whatever's on the other side—a wild boar or something—jammed it just now. Either way, no big issue spotted. I turn back to Christia.
"Big noise, no problem. No need to shiver like that... well, well."
Slurp... Wh-what?! What are you staring at?!
"...Nothing."
As if she'd forgotten her own words,
Christia's already emptied the trough spotless, sprawled flat on the floor, her long tongue lapping it greedily.
Silver-gray pubic hair clings to her lips—not mine, but her own—as she savors the semen inside. She must've figured I'd be gone a while and couldn't resist the tempting load right in front of her.
"Hmph... Anyway, belly full now? Can I go?"
"Where?! Where do you think you're going?! If you're ditching me like this to ravage the Saintess, I'll finger my pussy right here—see if you can resist and just leave!"
"...Is that a threat?"
If I go fuck the Saintess, she won't get my cock—a line that could come from a holy knight... or not.
Sacrifice or selfish lust? Her words and actions are so ambiguous, blending chastity and depravity in a confusing mess. She's got a real talent for baffling people.
"And you're a pro at getting a guy hard, too."
As if to say look closely, she slams her tits to the slatted floor, hikes her ass high like a sow in heat, spreads her legs wide in that so-called Jack O' Challenge pose, and winks her slick pussy at me. How's any man with a dick supposed to hold back?
"You're a full sow now."
"Wh-who said I'm happy to be your cute little sow?! I'm not glad at all. Just seeing you... in this shameful pose makes my heart race... Argh! What am I even saying?! Shut up and fuck me with that cock already!"
"..."
Hehe, honestly, Breeder's cock is soo tempting! Bitches with pussies can't resist! I guarantee it! 😘
What's this now?
Cock or pussy, she's eyeing both, throwing her own little festival. Nosebleed streaming like she can't hold back anymore.
A wolf can't pass a roadside cheeseburger, and it's only right not to ignore a woman spreading her thighs, begging to be fucked.
Before mounting Christia, I pick up her scattered trough and set it back in place.
It was overflowing with my cum this morning, and the second I entered, she dumped in the creampie remnants from her womb—dried and fresh semen mixed into a mess.
Touching it barehanded dirties my fingers with my own load, but stuff I hesitate to handle myself.
Of course, on purpose.
"Here, clean it."
"You mean lick it clean because I dirtied your hand...?"
Still in Jack O pose, she glances up slyly.
Once full of contempt, hatred, rage—now a sticky mix of training-highlighted lust and complex desire.
Hesitation's brief. She sticks out her long tongue and laps at my fingers.
Sluuurp, slurp... Vile bastard. If you don't do this, you couldn't land a woman... glrk! Filthy, sneaky, wicked—sluuuurp!!
"..."
So hungry for this man, she shoves even unsoiled fingers into her mouth, wrapping her tongue around each one, sucking knuckle by knuckle.
I didn't order it, but her training shines—she times each suck perfectly. Praising her, I stroke her silver-gray hair, crusty with dried cum.
Slurp... Hmph, begging for your life now? Too late. No acting like a kind master changes that you've trained me into a cock-addicted sow.
"Whoa, scary."
Her eyes glaze dreamily from swallowing my cum straight, scoffing. I ham it up, and she snorts again—
Hnnngh...♥
Spurt—!
Yellow streams erupt from her raised ass, spraying wildly from her pussy onto the stall floor.
A sow-worthy piss.
"Your job's clear. Ram your repentant cock in Christia's pussy and count the days till you die. For a man obsessed with my hole, it's easy, right?"
"Damn, tempting me like this?"
Her words evoke a holy knight judging heretics, but she pisses like a sow to draw my eyes, then demands mating by showing off her trained pussy?
She always claims it's to drain my lust first, keeping me from touching Violet.
But now, expertly spreading for a male, luring with pheromones—or flaunting her sultry side—can she still claim it's all for Violet?
Time to probe her true intentions.
This stall becomes the Room of Truth to uncover Sow Christia's secrets...
Ding~
"N-no more! I can't take it!"
"Huh?"
"S-Saintess?!"