Christia's Tribulations
Heart hot, head cold.
This wasn't some mere description or flourish—it was the phrase that instinctively flashed through Christia's mind the very instant she first sensed something pushing into her pussy, followed immediately by a surge of sensation.
"Aghhh, wh-what is it?! What did you, what did you do to my, my pussyyy?!"
No matter how much liquid they secreted, the holes in a woman's body were inherently more delicate than other parts by comparison.
Even a single finger thrust in could make them gush saliva, love juices, or even piss, depending on the hole—the reason they were called such vital points wasn't for nothing; they were that sensitive.
A pussy in particular, existing as it did for a female to lie beneath a male and receive his seed, leaned more toward passivity than activity, submission and surrender over dominance, making it especially vulnerable to external stimuli.
And into that spot came a flood of spicy mixed noodles loaded with chili powder?
What is this, what the hell is it?! Food?! You shoved food into my pussy?! But this burning pain, what the fuck is this agony setting my pussy ablaze?!
The spiciness named "pain" landed on the soft, tender mucous membranes like a plague, spreading rapidly through Christia's vaginal walls. This absurd stimulation naturally yanked her mind—flailing in ecstasy—back to the surface.
"What is the meaning of this outrage?! Shoving food into a woman's body! How dare you treat a woman's privates like a garbage dump for your leftovers! Hnngh! Have you no mercy, you bitch?!"
"If I did, your nipples and clit wouldn't have rings on them!"
"Kkhiiiik?!"
Now she's shoving her fingers in too, trying to push it even deeper into my womb?!
They said you fed fighting cocks chili powder, right?
It wasn't a formal bet, but Urga—pissed that her sow had lost to Eleonora's—had no mercy in her hands this time.
Still, as someone who claimed to be Sin Seon-dong's wife, she had zero intention of ruining the sow he was after.
She was just bluffing that a repeat loss would bring even harsher punishment while implanting Christia's identity as a filthy sow via pussy-chili-feeding—and stoking her fighting spirit to boot.
That's why she kept messing around the entrance of Christia's pussy with noodle strands and sauce, but Christia—the victim of this nonsense—couldn't read Urga's intent.
Instead, as the spicy burn crept from her pussy lips toward her navel, she panicked, thinking Urga meant to shove it all the way to her womb, and reached desperately for her own pussy.
She wanted to yank it out of her body before that spicy assault reached her womb.
But—
"Hey now, where do you think you're going!"
"Let, let me go! What the hell is this?! Let gooo?!"
Her pitiful hands, stretched toward her privates, not only failed their goal but got grabbed by Urga and cuffed instead, stripping her of freedom.
All Christia could do was wail pathetically and thrash her pussy in desperation.
"Hnnngh, kkhrrrngh…?! Untie me, you bitchhh…?!"
"Ch-Christia…!"
Who could've guessed a moment's hesitation would let Urga seize the advantage, leading to this tragedy.
Violet—who'd been aiming the deep inseminator at Sin Seon-dong with complicated eyes, steeling herself to steal him from Christia—froze solid on the spot.
"Hmph, that's all you're getting from me. Handle the rest yourself."
"Wh-what…?!"
Self-reproach for her hesitation aside, the sight of Christia's pussy—gaping wide the instant Urga's fingers withdrew, drooling chili-laced juices—left her utterly dumbfounded.
I have to get it out. Right now, pull this shit out…!
A single stimulus was unbearable enough, but now Christia's ass—red-hot and raised—was tormented by the ice Urga had dumped earlier, while her pussy burned with chili.
Her body was under dual assault from inside and out; she had to shake it off and extract it fast, or she'd really go mad.
Decision made, Christia carefully twisted her upper body, stealing a glance at Violet—who still couldn't tear her eyes from the cold streams trickling between Christia's pussy and ass crack, making her asshole twitch.
Sure enough, the Saintess's gaze fixed on her ass and pussy.
The Saintess is watching, so close, yet I can't save her… I, I'm…!
The lewd acts she was about to perform would strip her of any right to call Eleonora a slutty whore; she'd be no better, pointed at as one herself.
She'd failed to stop Violet from being raped by Sin Seon-dong, and now she had to put on an unprecedented spectacle of depravity in the history of the Goddess Church right in front of her.
But—
Aah… even now, anticipating this, what the hell am I thinking…!
Writhing in pain, yet her pussy drooling filthy saliva in joyful expectation of what was to come, her womb endlessly rumbling with anticipation of who-knew-what.
In the end, Christia—her golden eyes filled with nothing but remorse and guilt—muttered softly as a pink heart symbolizing sticky lust floated over them.
"This lowly slave can only beg and plead for mercy… please forgive your wanton slave…♥"
"Christia…!"
"Nnhiiiii♥"
"Ah, aah?!"
*Schlurp, sluuuurp…*
And just like Christia's mouth-pussy—tongue lolling out pink, lips smacking—her real pussy started regurgitating the food from her vaginal entrance, drooling love juices like before.
*Drip, plop-plop—*
Having begged the Saintess's forgiveness once, her guilt somewhat eased, the noodle strands—now pure white from gushing juices—poured onto the sticky pool of lust centered on her crotch.
Get it out. Hurry and squeeze it out. Before it reaches my womb—clench my pussy tight, use that sensation from when I forced his cum out before…♥
"Haa… haa… So, so slutty…! Haa, does it feel that good…♥"
With each heaving breath in and out, she spat out more noodles—like a noodle maker extruding from her pussy, from the onlooker's view—putting on this obscene show, and neither she herself
"Nnhhaaah, haah, th-this is wrong… watching Christia's pussy, shaking my hips over Master's cock, grinding my asshole on it… this can't be forgiven…♥"
nor even Violet—who unconsciously fingered her own pussy while watching, grinding her asshole down hard on Sin Seon-dong's cock—
had any complaints about her wanton display.
"See? Top-tier performance. K-gochugaru never fails."
"Wait, I never taught you to say that—where'd you learn it?"
"YouTube:"
"…"
Sin Seon-dong, speechless at Urga's fully modern reply, reached for Violet's waist and tits as she slammed down deep on his cock with a *nnghat*.
"Hiiyaak… not now, not now… I, I'm about to cum too…♥"
Violet shuddered, as if pleading for him to at least stop groping her body since she'd do the work herself.
And into her ear came Sin Seon-dong's voice once more.
"You just gonna watch? Christia's pussy is twitching like crazy from the spice—aren't you the Saintess? Help her out."
"H-help, howww…?"
Was there something she could do? A way to save Christia from stepping into the same sticky swamp of depravity she herself was lost in, hips shaking mindlessly?
She knew it was the devil speaking, but like Christia, drowning in lust, Violet couldn't help listening.
"Everyone knows milk neutralizes spice, right?"
"Y-yes, yeees… th-that's, true… ah, aah…♥"
At the word "milk" from Sin Seon-dong's lips, Violet's eyes flicked to the deep inseminator in her hand and the attached semen pack.
It's white. This is milk too…
One was cow's milk, the other fresh stud milk from Sin Seon-dong.
One semen, one her own lactating tits—equating them was a stretch,
but
They're both white anyway… it'll definitely help…
Probably…!
"N-no, I can't… I can't do ittt…♥"
The tip of the deep inseminator in Violet's hand turned toward Christia, and with a heavy *shluuunk*, the cold metal rod began sliding into her pussy.