Christia's Tribulations
In Sin Seon-dong's house, on the absurdly oversized bed that hadn't seen a dry day from pussy juices and semen in ages, a woman with violet hair lay sprawled limply, her entire body coated in thick cum.
"Nnghhe… heh, hehek…♥"
The sheer volume of the pristine white sludge blanketing her petite frame was so overwhelming that, at a glance, one might mistake her for some savage woman from the kitchen—humming a tune while setting the table— who'd carelessly dumped mayonnaise or tartar sauce all over herself.
But anyone drawing close to the woman heaving ragged breaths, her twin tails completely undone and her belly bulging out like a tadpole's, would quickly realize the truth about Violet.
The thick night-flower scent wafting from her body, utterly unfit for a saintess, and the grotesque gape of her asshole—constantly surging with fresh spurts of white—made it clear that the filth covering Saintess Violet's form wasn't some prank.
It was the result of some utterly depraved fuckery.
"You've really gone and fucked up good, haven't you?"
"Hehek… no, no more, it won't fit… if this keeps up, the cum in my asshole's gonna reflux into my mouth… hnghiiik…♥"
"Oh yeah?"
And there, gazing down at such a pathetic Violet with utter disdain, stood the savage woman Urga.
As always, aside from her black tank top and mini hot pants, she exposed her bronze skin brazenly—an aggressive, open outfit that showcased her chiseled abs etched into her midriff like a tattoo.
This rough big-sis type, with her shark-tooth grin that could steal any man's heart on the spot, had been pacing anxiously, wondering about her husband (Urga's own claim) Sin Seon-dong, who still hadn't returned even as lunchtime approached.
Just as she peered out the window, fretting if he'd show, her eyes landed on the cum-drenched saintess flopped on the bed. She marched right over.
And then—
"…Enough already, get the fuck up?!"
"Kkhehek?!"
The instant Urga's cute little hand (her personal opinion) thwacked Violet's protruding belly like a knuckle rap, semen gushed from her asshole like water draining from a balloon, splattering the bed even more filthily.
"Goddamn… how the hell am I supposed to fuck on this tonight?"
"S-suddenly pressing my belly like that… kkhiiiik?!"
"Press my ass! I just flicked your sorry hide, you whiny bitch!"
Having already dirtied it once, Urga now went all-in, pressing down on Violet's belly again with her knuckles laced like she was performing CPR on a corpse.
A humiliating rumble—brrrumble!—echoed like she was shitting herself, and even more semen poured from her hole.
"What the fuck, taking a dump? Even Eleonora farting cum from her pussy is a sight, but you're turning it into a full-on cum-shit-cum-fart festival."
"N-no! Nooo! I didn't shit, no poop or anything… o, ook! Oooook?!"
"Then shut your trap! It squelches every time I press!"
"D-don't squeeze it out! Don't, pleeease…!!"
Jealous that this stray bitch Violet was stealing all the cute points despite Sin Seon-dong having her as his dedicated fucktoy, Urga kept mashing her belly relentlessly.
"Huh? Hey, I've been meaning to ask—why's your belly glowing like that?"
"Hehek! Nngheek, I, I don't knooow…!"
"Bullshit! It's filling up like a goddamn gauge—day after day, that womb tattoo climbs right before my eyes. Don't play dumb with me!"
As if proving weeks had passed, the autumnal landscape outside mirrored Violet's lower belly: her womb-shaped pubic tattoo brimmed with violet light right up to the ceiling, like a car's oil gauge on the brink.
But Urga knew from the past few weeks—Violet clammed up tight about this one thing. Pressing her was a waste of breath.
Still, it might concern her man's well-being, and with Eleonora dragging her around for "training," Urga figured she'd torment Violet in her stead.
"Quit lazing here like a hog and go fetch your master."
"Huh? Master… Master?!"
Sensing something off in Urga's words, Violet whipped her head around, then bolted upright.
"Where'd Master go?! He was just balls-deep in my asshole, churning it so gooood…"
"What kinda saintess is this… sigh… where else? Lunchtime's here, so he's off feeding our white sow… hey!"
As if her earlier gasping under Urga's hand had been a lie, Violet leaped from the bed and dashed outside. Urga clicked her tongue, watching her sprint toward the main pigsty where Sin Seon-dong waited—her soles barely visible in her frantic scramble.
"Well, he did say she thinks she's sacrificing for that white sow… but the way she's cock-obsessed lately, rivaling that bitch… ugh, whatever. What is this, Hansel and Gretel? Marking her path with cum?"
With every step, semen squirted from her asshole like gunshot residue. Some trickled down her thighs like pussy juice, but plenty splattered the ground.
Urga eyed the milky trail Violet left, then tsked again at her panting, exhausted form before stripping the bed.
"Hehek! Hehek! L-lungs bursting, but not actually burst, so it's fiiiine, haa, fiiiine!"
Showcasing her abysmal stamina, Violet took three full rest breaks before finally crawling to the farm's summit—the main pigsty holding Christia.
Three minutes by Sin Seon-dong's stride, yet she took three rests to cover it. Impressive in its own pathetic way, though standards varied—like a sloth thinking its life was a sprint.
"Haa, haaaa… Back then, Master would've carried me everywhere… haa… b-but it's okay! Good job, me! Such a good girl!"
Overcoming this brutal hike(?) naked, on her own power!
Proud yet urgent, Violet panted cutely and dashed to the pigsty door.
These past weeks, she'd felt it on her skin: he'd shove his cock at her behind Christia's back, blabbing shit like "It's just your asshole, so it's fine~." High chance he'd pull that on Christia the moment she slipped away.
"Not on my watch! Master's cock goes in me only!"
She flung the door open like she meant to shatter it, barging in—and sure enough—
'Ahh?!'
In the blink she'd looked away, Christia had yanked down his pants with her mouth, shaking her perfect ass to seduce Sin Seon-dong with every trick in the book.
"Nooo!"
"A-ahh…?!"
Thankfully, perfect timing—Christia's ass-slamming attempt failed. She shot Violet a frantic glare.
"J-just one lick! One gulp, one drop in my pussy…!"
"No, Christia!"
"Kkhik?!"
Violet shoved Christia's ass away with both hands, full force. Unwilling to rough up a saintess, Christia offered no real resistance and flopped face-first into her own piss puddle.
Violet ignored her utterly, glaring daggers at Sin Seon-dong with bulging eyes.
"You promised me! No touching Christia outside mealtimes! What time is it?!"
"She looks so pitiful… see? Her pussy's drooling spit right now."
As if on cue, Violet flinched at the white sow before her—mouth gaping lewdly, drooling thick spit just like he said—while Christia pleaded up at her with eyes begging not for mercy, but cock.
Violet whipped her head away.
"Ugh… a promise is a promise! No means no! If you've got energy left to pant after Christia when you've got me, your portable fuckhole…!"
"Aaah… please, pleeease, me too…"
Christia was begging.
Still clinging to her uncorrupted self, but her body long past the point of surviving without cock and cum, pleading to share just a bit.
Violet turned from her coldly, then grabbed the stall railing demonstratively, presenting her dripping-cum asshole to Sin Seon-dong.
"Please use the lewd asshole of Violet, your portable flesh toilet…♥"
Slurp… As Violet smacked her lips, Christia hung her head in defeat.