Christia's Tribulations
Squish... squish...
"Huuu... hu, huuuu...!"
From the deepest recesses of the sow pen came a sound that was utterly depraved and vulgar.
If one followed the sows—trapped in their stalls, thrusting their asses toward the corridor in a glistening trail—just to track down the source of that noise,
Those with keen noses would wrinkle them at the overpowering stench of pig shit vibrating from every direction, befitting the pigsty. Yet at the same time, they could catch the faint scent of night-blooming flowers and a woman's raw musk wafting from that spot.
"Not... enough... It's not enough..."
If they gritted their teeth and pushed all the way to the end, they'd encounter a shocking sight: a silver-haired knight, stark naked in her pristine white skin, just like the other sows. Her ass thrust toward the corridor, she madly plunged her fingers into her own pussy.
"It's still... ahh, thirty whole minutes until lunchtime... haa... Leaving my pussy this desolate when you call me your sow, while your own sow starves...!"
Despite her appearance—one that would leave any onlooker stunned and horrified—Christia, now the undisputed matron of this sow pen, couldn't care less.
She even wiggled her ass as if begging someone to come and see.
"Hmph, uuuh... With my belly this empty, he doesn't even bother to bring food to his sow—what insolence! Truly the wicked man who deserves purification, huh, uuuhhh...♥"
Every time her fingers—half-buried in her pussy—thrust in with a squelch, clear nectar laced with a filthy aroma sprayed wildly onto the corridor from her flushed-red slit.
But Christia paid it no mind, busying herself with even more frantic fingering and panting.
"Huu... haa... What... what time is it now..."
After a brief, unsatisfactory cooldown for her pussy's heat using her own juices—buying her a moment's respite—she pried open her tightly shut eyes and turned toward the clock on the sow pen wall.
Tick-tock, tick-tock.
The oinks of the other sows should have drowned it out, but Christia's ears—honed by intense focus—caught only the second hand's movement.
The time: 11:30.
She double-checked with her golden eyes, triple-checked, imagining every possibility—the clock broken, her eyes deceiving her. She stared at it another ten times before finally collapsing with a thud, smashing her breasts flat against the slatted floor.
"Still thirty minutes... thirty whole minutes left... Ahh, what cruel twist of fate is this... I fingered my pussy so diligently to pass the time, and still thirty minutes until lunch...!"
Something had changed in Christia lately.
Physically, her body had ripened even more—befitting a sow—oozing seduction to tempt any man, her allure more voluptuous, more sultry.
'That man gets rock-hard for me every time he looks. It must be true. Hehe, of course—he comes to me, rams that proud, throbbing cock into my pussy for creampies, stuffs my mouth-pussy till my belly's bloated with cum...♥'
Just as a woman in love changes, so does one who is loved.
Especially when defiled daily in a semen bath—her body turning lewd was only natural. Christia chuckled to herself.
"This tongue licking my lips endlessly, craving cock... these hands aching to stroke it... these nipples and clit hardening at the mere thought—they prove how faithfully I've served as his flesh toilet... Mmm, surely today at lunch, like yesterday? Or was it the day before? He'll fill my pussy and mouth-pussy thick...♥"
Thus, she maintained her lascivious pose without rest, wiggling her ass like a woman lost in lust, waiting for him. Not just her body, but a subtle twist in her personality was evident.
Another change: her sense of time had grown hazy.
How many days had passed since Violet first fingered her pussy?
No, surely weeks—why only days?
'When was it... the last time he fed my toilet pussy and filthy mouth-pussy his cum... Yesterday? No, yesterday he came with the Saintess and only stuffed my mouth-pussy... Wait, was that the day before, and yesterday...?'
Christia closed her eyes, pondering, then shook her head in defeat. At first, she knew. She remembered.
Not just when those depraved acts happened and at what time,
But even on their arrival here, the clock hands' positions on that wall, how many sunrises and sunsets she'd seen,
When she lost her virginity, pissed in the Saintess's urethra, first came from ass spanks—everything.
Those humiliating memories with Violet were etched in her mind.
But endless training in this cramped stall, fainting from cock-induced pleasure and losing whole days—it had muddled her sense of time and dates. Her body remembered the ecstasy, dripping pussy juices, but her mind was a chaotic mess.
But that was fleeting. Her golden eyes rolled back to the clock, confirming the minute hand just two or three ticks from 12.
All her torment evaporated like a lie. She wiggled her ass on all fours, awkwardly spinning inside the stall.
Grrrumble...
As if to prove hunger made food taste best, she writhed uncomfortably in the stall, amplifying her own starvation.
"I can't stand not knowing which hole he'll feed cum to today. Hm, but it doesn't matter which—upper or lower mouth. I'll milk every drop from that greedy cock so he has none left for the Saintess...♥"
Her duty was crystal clear.
If she couldn't stop him fingering Violet's asshole, she'd at least drain as much filthy seed as possible from his magnificent cock using her trained mouth and pussy.
"...If he could piss too... Hm, purely to keep him from using the Saintess as a toilet. Nothing else."
She'd seen him piss in the Saintess's ass right in front of her last time!
Excusing herself to no one in particular, Christia drooled uncontrollably, tongue lolling out, splattering saliva and nectar everywhere.
Thoroughly trained—her womb the last bastion—she felt no shame at her sow-like state, bodily fluids coating her hands and legs.
She cared only for the bell on that door to jingle.
"If he's late again, I won't forgive him. If he delays lunch by thirty minutes or an hour with 'busy' excuses like last time, I'll squeeze that cock dry till it can't even get hard...!"
She spat threats more petulant than murderous, drooling endlessly.
Then—
Ding~
"H-huuuhhh...♥"
The clear chime she'd longed for lifted her lips in joy. Fearing Sin Seon-dong might notice she'd been waiting, she quickly schooled her expression.
But his sweat and cock scent wafting through the door made her near-sow pussy weep tears of joy—yellow piss gushing onto the slats, rocketing her to climax.
"C-cumming from his scent alone...♥"
Stay like this, and he'd see—he'd definitely see her shameful state!
She had to hide it somehow, but instead, she shoved her plump ass closer to the stall entrance, blatantly offering her sloppy pussy.
'Right on time for once...♥'
Yellow piss droplets clung to her silver-gray bush, making her even filthier, but Christia—drooling long saliva strings—ignored it.
'Can't hide it or he'll complain. Gotta tempt him lewdly so the Saintess...!'
She hated showing him this mess, but rationalized it as protecting Violet from backlash—standard for her.
His footsteps—thud, thud—toward her made nectar drip like spiderwebs from between her jutting pale asscheeks.
The four-legged beast padding behind him—panting lewdly—was annoying, but irrelevant.
Its scent marked it as platinum-blonde like her—not Violet.
"Hmph, you're here—then hurry and shove out that cock. I've been waiting all day just for today. I'll drain every drop from that greedy—hiiik?!"
Squelch-!
'Shoving fingers straight into my pussy out of nowhere...♥'
Another orgasm. Her fingers and fantasies couldn't match the real thing. Instinctively, she shook her ass, begging for more as his digits squelched inside.
"Hm, how's our white sow been so exemplary lately? Sticking out your pussy like this on your own. If I said all I saw walking here was your ass and cunt in the corridor, would you believe me?"
"K-kuhuuht... M-more filthy talk degrading me...♥"
She loved it too much to bear.
His rewarding touch amid her depravity thrilled her; her body reacted on its own.
This fully trained flesh became a true sow—joyful at his scent, his lightest touch.
"M-more importantly, the Saintess... where is she...?"
"Hm? Oh, sleeping. I roughed her up pretty bad. So Eleonora's filling in for once."
"Not filling in! From the start! This Eleonora exists to serve Master and Master's cock, receiving their cum and piss as a flesh toilet—while that sly bitch schemes... grrr, oink...♥"
Another squelch, and Eleonora began oinking with a lewd grin, just like her.
But Christia barely noticed.
Her focus was elsewhere from the start.
"Then, the Saintess..."
"Might take a while to get here? She rolled her eyes back with a grunt and collapsed."
"Ah..."
Imagining Violet exhausted without her there, Christia—perhaps shocked—shoved her piss-soaked fingers toward Sin Seon-dong, who was getting them cleaned by Eleonora.
She spread her pussy wide with all her might, thrusting its pink depths at him and shouting.
"Slurp... Then hurry, whip out that cock quick! At least five loads in my mouth-pussy, then straight to my pussy! Haa...! That filthy cum and cock—I'll handle it myself!"
Her lips curled upward.