Qualifications
“From the start! Even if you lusted after Saintess's body and purity, you can't fuck her!”
What the hell was that? Christia's face, which had been flushed with embarrassment just moments ago, suddenly hardened with conviction as she pressed on in a strong tone. My gaze, along with Violet's, snapped back to her.
“What're you talking about? Why the fuck can't I fuck her?”
“Exactly! What do you mean by that? Did you secretly strike some deal with Master to get fucked in my place while I wasn't looking...?!”
Did Christia cast some kind of restriction on me without me knowing? A curse? Magic? I had no idea what her scheme was, but seeing her regain her confidence bit by bit, it was clear something was up.
Under our stares, Christia looked at us like we were idiots for not getting it by now. Her confidence swelled until she fully embodied that white sow Christia who'd always sneered at me even mid-rape—
—she shifted her weight fully onto Violet, who was squirming beneath her as if to say stay still,
then twisted her upper body sharply and yelled at me.
“The game! Didn't I win against Saintess in the game you hosted? As the victor's right, I earned the privilege to be fucked in her place! And now you're trying to touch her body? You're just a petty bastard blinded by lust, too weak to honor your own promises!”
“Ah, well, when you put it like that, I've got nothing to say.”
“Master?!”
Violet, pinned and whimpering under Christia again, nodded in agreement at Christia's words—then frantically shook her head at me, begging me not to.
Meanwhile, Christia, convinced she'd seized the advantage, shoved her ass toward my still rock-hard cock.
“Heh, now do you get it? I won that game because I want you to fuck me. It'd be absurd to say I—who beat everyone else just to get fucked by you—am some prude... Ngh!”
“Lies! Christia, you only did it for me, mmph...”
Violet tried to counter, wracking her brains, but overturning the momentum in this situation looked impossible.
And why not? The biggest reason she still hadn't been fucked by me was, hands down, losing that game.
Put simply: If you're pissed, you should've won!
“That's... um...”
“Do you understand? For Saintess's sake, I'd offer this body of mine—even if my pussy gets torn to shreds, I'd gladly turn it into a rag for her.”
“Wh-what!?”
Christia laid out her stance: she couldn't back down, insisting it was all for me—begging Violet, who wanted to take her place, to step aside.
But for some reason, contrary to expectations that Violet would crumple with teary eyes and withdraw, she glared at Christia with tears welling up.
Like she had a ton to say but was forcing it down—like she was dying of injustice at Christia saying that.
I didn't know what she was holding back, but with Violet on the verge of sobs like that, a good Master had to prioritize winning her favor now.
“Hmm, the game, huh...”
“Yes! So what're you hesitating for? Hurry and ram that proud cock of yours into my pussy—today, let it hit my ovaries dead-on with your cum...”
“But that game didn't say anything about Violet's asshole, did it?”
“...What?”
The moment I finished, Christia's eyes trembled as she whipped back to me in disbelief, while Violet's dull, shadowed gaze reignited with light.
“Exactly—the prize was for 'getting your pussies fucked by me,' right? You two competed to protect each other's virginities, winning to offer your virgin pussies to me yourselves.”
I wasn't making shit up.
The game had been partly to pit Violet and Christia against each other, making them both sluttier,
but mainly to give me legitimate grounds—'cause fucking one unilaterally would've earned me massive hate from the other.
“Th-then why'd you agree to the second one?! If that's the meaning, then the second game...”
“Hey now, a true champion defends her title against challengers. You knew losing meant Violet's virginity would be next, so you jumped in without complaint—even offering your used pussy.”
“...So you're saying Saintess's asshole has nothing to do with that game, so exercising my victor's rights doesn't stop you from fucking it?”
She had a point—it was a stretch, hairsplitting—but I had no comeback.
Truth was, they'd joined that game with no real choice, but above all, to keep each other from getting fucked by me.
“As if! In the end, you're saying anywhere but the pussy is fair game! You despicable...”
Naturally, it sparked massive backlash from Christia, but I hadn't blurted this out lightly.
“No, Master has faithfully kept every promise to us!”
“Saintess?!”
Because one person here would back my bullshit.
Violet wriggled free from under the stunned Christia with a grunt, then straddled her head in jack-o'-lantern pose—face-down, ass-up on the floor.
Grabbing her plump pussy mound with both hands, Violet's delicate fingers spread her lips with a wet schlurp, baring her slit.
“Even when I begged so desperately to have my pussy fucked, you always refused so firmly, honoring our deal and protecting my virginity. Even now, this fresh hymen in my pussy proves it! Master has fully respected Christia's 'victor's rights'!”
“No! Like I said, even if it's just her ass—with this man's cock and cum nonstop, she'll...!!”
“She'll what?”
Christia averted her eyes from Violet's suddenly icy stare—unable to say aloud that she'd fall into a cock-and-cum-craving sow like herself.
But only for a moment.
“Still no!”
“Kyaa?!”
Christia bolted up abruptly, knocking Violet flat. But even risking punishment for the rudeness, she had to say it—
—mirroring Violet, she pinned Violet's head between her thighs and thrust her pussy forward.
“Look at this! Look at my pussy! Before coming here, it was sealed neat as Saintess's—but now it's addicted to that man's cock and cum, lips gaping wide! This slutty pussy of mine! It's starving for 'lunch,' twitching its greedy folds nonstop! No matter how much Saintess objects, I...!”
“That's exactly why! I'm the one begging Master nonstop to fuck me!”
“Saintess!!”
For a knight to yell at her liege was peak insolence, but Christia shut up, flustered, as Violet slapped a palm over her own pussy.
“Do you have no idea how it feels to watch my knight's body fall apart, just because she's a 'saintess' who must stay pure? Like she worries for me, I've always fretted over Christia too. I can't stand by as a saintess—or her longtime friend—while she keeps sacrificing with that ruined body! Even if I become Master's cocksleeve, his fuckhole—as long as it protects you...!”
“Saintess...”
Christia bit her lip hard, heart aching at the saintess's resolve.
She knew better than anyone her own body teetered on total surrender.
“N-no! I can't accept it! Saintess becoming that man's f-fuckhole? Christia will never allow it!”
“Urk!?”
“Wh-what're you waiting for?! Hurry—fuck me! My pussy's already steaming hot! Just shove that cock in, and like always, my slutty folds'll milk your cum—don't dawdle...”
“No! Fuck me! Isn't it about time Master needs to piss? Your personal toilet's right here, ready!”
Christia and Violet desperately yanked open their pussies and assholes with their hands, mewling for me to fuck them.
In the end, no matter the back-and-forth, we'd circled back with no resolution. This was my role: taming these shameless sows.
“How about this, then? We do a game.”
“An-another game...? You bastard! Using this chance to target Saintess's pussy—cough—p-purity?!”
“Ahh?! Is that it?! Then no need for a game—I'll just...”
I hadn't even finished, and they were already flipping out.
Christia: No. Violet: Yes.
They kept piling on words like a game of hot potato.
“Shut the fuck up?!”
“Eeeek!?”
“Ahh?! Hitting Christia like that again!!”
Finally, after smacking Christia's ass to make her climax and silencing both sows, I spoke slowly.
“Staying like this won't settle it, so let's keep it simple—like before. Solve it with a game. No—a confrontation.”
“A confrontation...?”
Violet, like she'd been waiting for those words, shook her ass up and down vigorously, shoving the prone Christia off her back.