Christia's Tribulations
Squish...
"Hngh... I-it's my cock... I thought this time I'd finally get to take it all in without restraint...!"
Along with the lewd, squelching sounds echoing once more from the main pigsty, Christia jammed her fingers back into her pussy—the source of it all—and let out a sigh of anguish.
"I was so close... I almost took it all..."
Just an hour ago, she'd been on the verge of finally claiming Sin Seon-dong's thick, sturdy cock—the one she craved so badly, the one she hadn't felt inside her for weeks now. All she needed was for him to thrust his hips forward a little more...
But then that cum-drenched Saintess had appeared right in front of them and stolen it away. The thought filled Christia with such despair that she couldn't stop tormenting her own pussy.
If this were the old her—the Christia before she'd been locked in here—she might have shaken off such worldly desires by crossing swords with her fellow Holy Knights in the training yard. Or, if it was really bad, she'd kneel before the Goddess statue and offer a prayer.
But in this pigsty? Such luxuries didn't exist.
"It's not enough... not enough at all... I haven't even properly tasted it with my mouth-pussy yet, and you snatch the cock right out from under me...!"
Just three times a day—her one precious chance to savor Sin Seon-dong's real cock.
In this empty, monotonous space, it was the jolt that made her eyes fly open and her womb throb with stimulation and pleasure. It had become her sustenance, an inseparable part of her life. The regret of watching it vanish into the distance kept drawing her hand back to her pussy.
Christia wept piteously, though no one would hear her—and she didn't care if they did.
One might argue that as a Holy Knight, she could pray to the Goddess anywhere. But now she saw herself as a filthy sow unworthy of even serving the divine.
Even if she mustered a pious prayer, would the Goddess forgive her sins? Every spare moment, she thought only of cock, semen, and Sin Seon-dong while fingering her pussy. Did she even deserve to utter the Goddess's name?
She couldn't even take Sin Seon-dong's cock in Violet's place, failing the very mission the Goddess had bestowed upon her.
What was left for her in this pigsty but to finger her pussy and fawn over Sin Seon-dong like a desperate sow?
"Cock... I want it too... I want it so bad... My slutty pussy's already been trained to perfection, and you snatch it away overnight? How am I supposed to endure this...!"
How much could one day really matter that even this was denied her?
He'd said he couldn't condone such behavior, yet he'd shoved his cock into the Saintess right in front of her eyes!
Anyone else might not see it, but Christia—who'd guarded Violet longer than most—knew the truth.
The anxiety flickering in Violet's eyes. The faint jealousy. And the satisfaction as she looked up at Christia with those flustered eyes, Sin Seon-dong's cock buried inside her.
That last bit could be interpreted as relief at protecting Christia. But the jealousy clashing with it ruined any such noble reading.
No, that satisfaction twisted into something lewd—the thrill of her own debauchery, or the smug superiority of stealing the cock from a sow like Christia.
It was driving Christia insane.
"Get a grip... What good does doubting the Saintess do? I have to trust her..."
Surely the Saintess hadn't gone blind with lust, viewing her like some bitch in heat. There had to be some plan only Violet knew about.
That lewd mark on her belly... it has to be connected to the one Violet carved into her own stomach before we were captured here...
She'd read about it once in an ancient scripture.
A thousand years ago, the leader of the demonic beasts—the self-proclaimed Demon King—had plunged the world into chaos. The Goddess's Saintess sacrificed her body to banish it forever.
The tale was more legend than history, with scant details on how the Demon King was defeated.
But one record remained, preserved as if for this very day.
When the Saintess placed her hand on her belly, her body emitted a radiant light, banishing the Demon King from this world alongside herself.
Was Violet trying to do the same—erase that wicked man and his cronies from existence? It was the only guess Christia had.
But if it was true, it tied directly to Violet's safety. As her Holy Knight, Christia couldn't stand by. Yet if Violet had chosen to sacrifice herself...
Then a mere sow like her would gladly walk that path beside her.
Christia tried to soothe her crumbling mind that way, but...
"Still... the cock... Can't you include me in the Saintess's trial? My pussy can join the ordeal too... Don't leave me here idly fingering myself...!"
Her body—already broken beyond repair, forever craving cock at every chance—wasn't even granted the chance to serve the Saintess.
As if that weren't tragic enough, as if this weren't about losing the cock—Christia rolled across the slatted floor, then cautiously lifted her head to glance at the clock.
"Ah, aaah... No... It's already that time...?!"
The hands ticked past 1 o'clock, inching toward 2. According to her routine, that's when Sin Seon-dong would return from lunch to train her.
But for some reason, instead of joy, Christia trembled in terror.
Her face was pale as death—not a drop of blood left—and her hands and feet shook uncontrollably. This was no act; it was pure, instinctual dread.
She flailed about, desperate for a hiding spot, but in this cramped stall, where could she go?
"No... After losing the cock right in front of me, if that time comes too...?!"
She'd burrow into the earth if she could, fly to the heavens if possible. But slamming her head down met only cold slats, and the ceiling loomed like a birdcage.
A perfect trap on all sides.
-Hic! Th-then... y-you're going to walk it in...? You pounded me so hard earlier! Take my virginity instead...!
Ting~
"Eek?!"
And then Sin Seon-dong appeared in the main pigsty once more, Deep Insemination Tool in one hand, Violet dutifully playing cock-warmer in the other, icebox in tow.
Christia's terror peaked, and she pissed herself right there without realizing.
"Aigoo, look at her—already so excited she's pissing herself."
"Heeeng, i-is that sooo...? J-just stay still and lift your ass like always...!"
"U-uuugh...?!"
He was always late for feeding time, so why was he never late for this—not even a minute?
He's late every other day! Why today of all days—the day I tried to steal your cock from the Saintess! Can't you show a little flexibility?!
The fact that he'd stuck precisely to schedule today made her wonder if he'd timed lunch just to mock her.
Christia shuddered nonstop, watching Violet moan in ecstasy as Sin Seon-dong's hips snapped forward, driving his cock deeper. She stayed on all fours, trembling.
"Lift your ass h-higher, haang... Master, I h-have to do this...♥"
"When have you ever done it right? You can never find Christia's womb and just poke the wrong spots."
"I did good last time!"
This was it—one of the twisted routines born from losing that last game.
Not training from Sin Seon-dong himself, but from Violet's hands. From the Deep Insemination Tool in her grip.
That's what terrified Christia so much now.
"N-now lift your ass higher! A-a bit m-more... higherrr...♥"
"L-like this...?"
Squelch-squelch—the obscene sounds filled the air nonstop, mingled with the slutty scent dripping down Violet's thighs. Especially that mouthwatering cock aroma Christia couldn't ignore anymore, no matter how much she hated it.
Feeling hot slickness trickle down her own thighs, Christia squeezed her eyes shut and obeyed Violet's gasps—each one punctuated by relentless cock-thrusts.
She lifted her knees from the floor, thrusting her plump ass high and offering her dripping pussy to Violet.
"Hah, still so... Master?"
"No—if you stop training her, I'll do it myself. Don't want that?"
"Nooo! I'll do it! I'll do it, so don't pull out your cock!"
Christia wanted to beg Sin Seon-dong to train her himself.
Something welled up in her throat, but she swallowed it down and carefully pressed her ass toward the Deep Insemination Tool Violet offered.
Aaah...
The gates of hell had opened.