Paradise on Earth?
Truth be told, I'd been deliberately neglecting Violet to some extent.
Setting aside the question of whether the Goddess truly existed or not, Christia was the only one here that Violet could trust and rely on.
By focusing my training on her, I made Violet witness Christia—once a holy knight—rapidly degenerating into a lewd woman who knew the taste of being a female.
But only within the limited time and space of this "game." Just as Christia cherished Violet so dearly, I exploited the fact that Violet felt the same, using it to uncover her hidden intentions after all this training.
Had some change of heart happened in the meantime?
Bold as brass, Violet had knocked over Christia—who'd been standing in jack-o' pose with her plump ass on display—and right in front of her, brazenly demanded I fuck her.
"P-Please, ram that vigorous cock of yours wildly into this saintess's asshole! In return, from now on Christia... Kyaa?!"
"N-No! Anything but the saintess—never!!"
But after a bit of time had passed, amid the ongoing chaos, Christia—who'd been pushed into a mermaid-princess kneel by Violet and didn't know what to do—suddenly snapped back to her duty. She raised her ass high again and shouted desperately.
"L-Look here! It's the pussy you love! As I said earlier, this lewd white sow pussy that's been ceaselessly twitching, waiting for your cock and cum even at this very moment!"
"G-Get out of the way!?"
Before long, Christia mounted Violet like some elephant shielding her calf from the scorching sun, overlapping her own pussy right on top of Violet's ass. Meanwhile, Violet ended up pinned helplessly beneath her, grunting in frustration.
"Move aside! Christia's right—the asshole's a hole far from pure! And as I just said, she doesn't have to sacrifice herself anymore...!"
"A-Asshole again...?! You bastard! What filthy nonsense have you fed the saintess?! Sex in such an unclean hole?! Even if it's distant from purity, I, Christia, will never allow it! What are you waiting for?! Hurry up and shove it in my pussy!!"
Was I in paradise, perhaps?
Haha! At it again with your bullshit! 😜
Honestly, it was a bit filthy, with the stench of pig shit vibrating everywhere, but right before my eyes, a saintess and holy knight who served God were shaking their asses at me, begging me to fuck their holes. If this wasn't paradise, what was?
...I admit! 😉
"What are you waiting for! Isn't my feeding time overdue? You said a good master doesn't starve his pigs—doesn't let them go all wrinkly!"
"Master! Fuck me instead of Christia! I... I can't give you my pussy yet, but my asshole—this hole—can take all your cum or piss! I-I'm Master's cocksleeve...!"
While I chatted briefly with the SD Character, they must've thought I was hesitating between them. Violet and Christia began sexily flaunting their best holes to seduce me.
"Hmm... Tough choice. I came here at this hour specifically to feed Christia, after all..."
"Ah?!"
"Heh, heh... Yeah, your cock's already hooked on my pussy flavor. Just like I'm addicted to your cock and cum, yours can't live without pounding my pussy..."
Voices revealing contrasting emotions—one shocked, one smug—as if the winner was already decided between the two mistress and servant.
"But half the day is already gone, and leaving Violet neglected like this doesn't exactly scream 'good master.' It's almost pitiful. Plus, she's begging me to fuck her instead of Christia."
But at my next words, both their bodies jolted sharply.
Until just now, Christia had the upper hand—but now it flipped.
"Yes! I'm sick of this neglect play! I'm Master's cocksleeve! I need regular cock maintenance, but you've left me idle every damn day(?), so rust is forming in my asshole!"
"You bastard! What vulgar crap are you making the saintess say?!"
"Hey, don't blame me for this?"
Violet couldn't admit to spewing filth on her own, so she lashed out at the easy target—me.
"Ahem... Anyway, both of you are starving for my cock and cum, huh..."
I did consider a Solomon-level verdict: threaten to split my cock in half and give it to whoever cried and admitted defeat first. But looking at their desperate expressions, now was the time for training, not jokes.
"Hey now... What a dilemma."
"No need to agonize! It's been decided from the start."
"Hm?"
"Christia?"
Had she come up with some brilliant seduction tactic? As the suddenly confident Christia spoke, Violet's and my eyes snapped to the white sow.
Like a bard or storyteller, with all eyes on her, Christia subtly covered the prostrate Violet beneath her like a brooding bird and said,
"Isn't it obvious? My pussy could get pregnant with your cum anytime now—no, maybe it already has. But the spot the saintess mentioned..."
"Ah, the hole that can get pregnant—so it's like a shooting game, the thrill of hitting the egg with my sperm?"
"I wouldn't go that far, ahem! Yeah! You can imagine it, right? I'm holding out now, but someday... when I carry your child and my belly swells huge... ♥"
"Ugh..."
Not a holy knight—a real holy pussy seller.
Downplaying pregnancy—the pivotal event in a woman's life—as mere "game" level to suit her sex-slave status was one thing,
but deliberately mentioning her belly swelling, like 'Wonder what I'd be like if you knocked me up?'—a Forest Gump chocolate-box tease only I'd know.
She usually spat harsh lines like "Feed me cum and fuck off!" but this synergy with Violet was something else.
"Whoa, a game where hitting the egg wins? Makes me wanna play every day."
"A-Ah?!"
"That's it! Hoo... Hurry and blast your sperm into this pussy of mine—gang-rape my eggs like a pussy... ♥"
And finally, she twisted her upper body to flaunt her twin fat mounds—absent on Violet—especially hooking a finger into the round nipple ring and lifting it up.
Just Violet crashing the party unleashed this seductive side of Christia I'd never seen before. Even I—and Violet—couldn't close our gaping mouths.
"Y-You're that desperate for Master's cock...?!"
"No! This is to protect the saintess... ungh."
"Oh? Protect her? Protect her how? Pretending to be lewd when you're not, just for show?"
Sensing she was at a disadvantage in a pure feminine charm contest,
Violet latched onto Christia's slip, grunting as she shoved off the white sow's plump ass pressing down on hers, and pleaded to me.
"Hear that? Christia's just acting. Pretending to be lewd when she's not—to protect me!"
"Saintess, that's not...!"
She tried to explain her slip-up, but words can't be unsaid. Seizing momentum, Violet unleashed unbelievable strength, flinging Christia's ass upward—
then winked her own tiny, parted hole, just like Christia's pussy, as if saying this is the spot, right here.
"Plus, Master loves lewd women—pretending lewd? Anyone can see Christia's doing this to protect me, not 'cause she's craving your cock and cum! So no more bullying her—use your ready cocksleeve, my asshole—your dedicated toilet that takes cum or piss without holding back... ♥"
Not quite matching Eleonora's yet, but through her training, Violet's asshole winked cutely in lewd invitation.
Christia glared daggers at me, convinced I'd tampered with Violet in secret, but couldn't bear her getting fucked—shrieking,
"No! I phrased it like it was for the saintess, but tr-truth is..."
"Is?"
"I... I want to! Just like I faithfully take your cock and cum three meals a day—it's simply 'cause I want to fuck you senseless!"
"Oh?"
Christia looked like she had more to say.