Chapter 346
Then, if not this side...
Finally, the moment had arrived.
I hadn't expected the naked saintess Violet—her forehead flushed red, panting with anger from what must have been a stumble or collision—to burst in like this. I turned to her in surprise.
"What the hell? I told you to stay put outside. Who said you could barge in while your master's working...?"
"Hmph!"
Was she really that pissed off?
Violet stormed right up to my face the moment she flung the door open, thrusting out those pitiful little tits that only jiggled like that during a full sprint, and snorted again before speaking.
"You've been ignoring me like this... and whatever 'work' you're doing, it's the same as always—getting ready to do filthy things to Christia three times a day! Shoving that massive cock into her mouth and her pussy...!!"
"Saintess! Why are you here?! N-no, that's not it! This is, um, you see...?!"
Christia was so flustered she froze in place—ass thrust out, her pussy drooling clear nectar all over my cock as she lewdly smacked her lips and ground against me.
Of course she would.
After all, it wasn't just anyone—it was the Holy Knight Captain, caught red-handed by the very saintess she'd sworn her sword to protect, on the verge of rutting like a beast with a man.
"Christia."
"This is, um...!"
And it wasn't just anger at me—Violet whipped her head toward Christia, who reflexively covered her breasts and pussy.
Lately, she'd grown a bit more lewd, but her golden eyes had always burned with unyielding resolve as a holy knight. Now, faced with Violet right in front of her, they darted around in panic, unable to settle.
I could guess: having her own slutty side— the part that had accepted me—exposed to the saintess, she must be terrified of the scorn, convinced she'd hear nothing kind from her. Disappointed in herself for prioritizing cock over faith, no doubt.
But contrary to Christia's fears (my speculation, anyway), Violet didn't shoot her a contemptuous glare or spit any accusations about her shameful behavior.
"Hehe..."
"S-Saintess...?"
If anything, she was smiling.
Not her usual whiny tantrums or shrill squeals—no, it was a gaze of worldly compassion, as if the goddess herself had descended, looking down on Christia with benevolence.
"I-I couldn't help it. This is, at most..."
Meanwhile, despite that smile, Christia fidgeted anxiously, glancing between Violet and me, mortified at having revealed her corrupting self to her saintess.
Even in this chaos, the way her pussy lips nibbled at my glans was proof to me that her training was progressing beautifully— that she was falling deeper into depravity.
Christia glared resentfully at her own pussy, aching to devour my cock even in front of the saintess, but she could only stare helplessly. Her body, consumed by breeding lust, wouldn't budge.
From the moment Violet burst in, it just trembled—neither fleeing nor tempting me like before. Caught in this awkward limbo.
The sinner Christia begging forgiveness from God versus the white sow Christia— a tense war between mind and flesh had trapped her like this.
So, what would Violet do now? If she called out Christia's wrongs here, the knight might suffer a mental breakdown, her lifelong devotion shattered by the revelation of her sins to her saintess.
But if Violet forgave her, saying she'd absolve those sins, it would give Christia courage and hope—throwing a wrench into my plan to corrupt her mentally too.
That would force me to scrap my scheme to make the fallen Violet offer her virginity willingly. Worst case, I'd have to rape her right here...
"Hehe... huff..."
Unaware or uncaring of all eyes on her, Violet let out a soft laugh with that compassionate smile, took a deep breath,
and suddenly hopped into Christia's trough stall. She wrapped her arms tightly around the knight, who still had her ass raised high, grinding her pussy on my cock.
"S-Saintess...?"
"Shh. I know everything. You might not realize, Christia, but I've been watching from the side."
Violet knelt on the floor of the stall—caked in dried semen, a veritable pit of lust—without a care, pulling Christia's head into her embrace.
"You were... watching? Th-then..."
"Yes. I've seen it all—how much you've sacrificed for my sake all this time."
Was it my imagination? It seemed like Violet briefly turned Christia's head toward the broken door... but then she hugged her again, nestling the knight's face into her leaking, milky breasts. I couldn't be sure.
Unlike my grim tension, Christia buried her face in Violet's lap like she'd found salvation.
Did that mean I still had to take Violet's purity right in front of her? I steeled myself to act if needed, slicking my cock with Christia's juices in the meantime,
when—
"You don't need to spread your pussy for that man—your master—on my account anymore. No need to force yourself to beg for cum in your mouth-pussy."
"...Saintess?"
"No need to pretend you're craving his cock and cum for my sake, or to hog them until you pass out in ecstasy."
"S-Saintess...?!"
Her voice was the saintess preaching kindly to the flock, but the vicious words spilling from her lips made Christia's eyes tremble anew.
"Saintess, what on earth are you... saying...?"
"The days of just watching your noble sacrifices from the sidelines are over. You don't need to sacrifice anymore—I'll take that burden now."
As if doubting her own ears, Christia asked Violet repeatedly if she'd heard right. Violet just hummed nasally, exhaled long and slow, and reached for the knight's ass.
"From now on—"
"S-Saintess, wh-what, ahhhhn...?!"
"You don't have to pretend to cum from him spanking your ass for my sake."
Violet's dainty hand clamped down on Christia's cheek—squeeze—and true to her word, the sow-trained knight who climaxed from a mere spanking let out a moan laced with nasal whines.
"No more need to slobber your pussy for me, either."
"Wh-what do you mean... ah, aaah?!"
Violet gripped the creamy ass slick with dried cum, glanced past the cleft at Christia's pussy—which had just swallowed my glans and was nibbling away—then started shoving the cheeks aside.
Like a cuckoo chick in a myna's nest, pushing out the other eggs and fledglings.
A blatant declaration: Move aside, Christia—this spot's mine. Christia's pussy clenched desperately, instinctively fighting off this rival female trying to steal her male,
but—
"Heh... hehehe... finally..."
Her efforts were futile. With a wet schlorp, my cock sprang free from Christia's pussy like a coiled spring, slicing between her cheeks and splattering Violet's face with the flying droplets of her nectar as backlash.
Droplets splashed onto Christia too, trickling down her back. Sensing the urgency in both meanings, she blurted desperately to Violet.
"No! The saintess's purity—no, not her virginity! You absolutely cannot offer it to a filthy sow like me, to a wretch like him...?!"
"Ughhh...!!"
Even clouded by lust, had the loyal knight's plea shaken her heart?
Violet, on the verge of spreading her own pussy to tempt me, puffed her cheeks like a chipmunk, exhaled a long phoo, then hugged Christia's head again.
Did her advice work? Christia thrashed her pussy and asshole in emotional display.
"...Then the pussy's off-limits, right?!"
"Yes, your purity must be preserved... Eh?"
Christia blinked blankly for seconds, as if unsure what words had just brushed her ears.
And in that gap, Violet hiked her ass high like Christia had, yanked her own asshole wide with both hands, and without giving the knight a chance to speak, wiggled toward me.
"See?! Master heard it too, right?! No need to fuck Christia anymore! All that brutal abuse and torture you put her through—I'll take it all from now on, with my slutty asshole! So don't hold back—pound my asshole full of that cock anytime!"
"Saintess?!"
Whoa, playing it like this?
I redirected my cock toward Violet's ass, which had shoved Christia's aside with a firm thud.