Christia's Tribulations
Excluding mealtimes, Christia had essentially suffered a total defeat in what wasn't even a real competition with Violet.
But a promise was a promise, so over the past few weeks, she'd managed to stick steadfastly to her routine.
The very routine she'd once boasted to Violet about—the sow's role in the main pigsty, the utterly degrading act of going into heat and getting inseminated with a male's semen, something only a real pig would do.
Slap slap-!
"Eek?! N-Now... I'm putting it in...?"
"..."
At first, she'd thought she'd quit after a few days. No way could sweet, kind-hearted Violet endure shoving a metal rod into her pussy, stirring it around, and then pumping in semen at the end.
During those initial days, she'd endured with naive hopes: Just hold out a bit longer, and Master will train me again. A few more days, and I'll feel his cock and his touch once more.
But whether Violet had steeled herself this time or had some other motive, she showed up every single day, Deep Insemination Tool in hand.
Squiiiish,
"Guh... huuuh...!"
"It'll go in soon... J-Just like that, it's already halfway in, ahn! Don't grind against my asshole?!"
"You think I'm in any position to watch you cum while teasing my cock? Do your damn job right."
"Y-Yes... yesss...♥"
"Hic?!"
To humiliate her, to make her feel the shame of becoming a sow,
Sin Seon-dong's touches had been slow and sticky, sliding the tool into her pussy bit by bit, delivering waves of depraved pleasure both physical and mental with every insertion.
Violet, by contrast, was all business—quick and ruthless, eager to finish her task. The first few days, she'd fumbled, but once she found the path to Christia's womb, she went straight for it every time: loosening the vaginal walls just enough before ramming the tool right into the cervix.
'It hurts...'
Depending on how you looked at it, this brief pain might be Violet's best attempt at mercy—paying a momentary toll to end the humiliation faster.
But there was such a thing as proper procedure. Shoving a metal rod in like this, without properly loosening every nook and cranny of her pussy?
That's what she'd thought at first.
Early on, Violet had looked genuinely sorry every time she inserted the pig-cock replica into Christia's pussy, sometimes on the verge of tears.
Christia had prided herself on cooperating then—her body, addicted to cock and semen, even refrained from getting aroused, playing the good girl in her own way.
Naive as hell, considering Violet had already stolen her cock.
Slap slap slap-!
"Ha-ut!?"
"You liked it when I twisted it here, right? Was your womb on this side?"
"Hiiik... Poking past the barrier, stimulating my w-womb...?!"
But the Violet now?
No trace of guilt or remorse. Even as the Deep Insemination Tool—which was supposed to pierce her cervix—poked only the wrong spots due to Sin Seon-dong's hip movements, she was utterly lost in craving his cock.
"Kuh... huuuh...!"
"Ah! Don't move! If you squirm, I can't aim right!"
Christia pleaded about the pain over and over, but the slutty saintess, hooked on anal, ignored her—worse, she even smacked Christia's ass to correct her position.
At least when Sin Seon-dong shoved the tool in, he trained her lewdly: loosening her pussy thoroughly,
knowing exactly what spots she loved most, where she'd lose her mind,
his slow, filthy handling mapping her pussy completely, guaranteeing pleasure no matter what.
This was the total opposite.
'This isn't it... It's not enough, this isn't right...!'
In a way, it was the kind of mechanical treatment you'd give the sows in the next stall over.
"Ah..."
'It's here again...!'
Despite the rough handling, the spiral tip settled gently against her cervix. Christia bowed her head with a sigh.
Now it was coming.
The second of the three trials she endured with every artificial insemination by Violet's hand—the one right after the merciless insertion.
"O-Okay... Now, I'm injecting the semen...?"
"Ah...!?"
Christia shook her head frantically.
"No... Not that, not right now...!"
"Sorry. I'll make it quick. I hate doing this too, but I have no choice..."
"H-Huh... uuh...?!"
The second trial: the moment semen flooded her womb.
Of course, it was Sin Seon-dong's long-craved semen filling her up, so it wasn't unpleasant. But the stimulation was lacking, somehow.
It felt one-sided, like her pussy was just a receptacle taking in one-sided desire—like being raped.
And during the injection, the cold metal touch in her own pussy contrasted sharply with
Vrrrrrr-!
"Hiiiit, it's so hoooot... Master's semen...♥"
Violet's sultry moans, boasting as she took his pillar-like cock and magma-hot loads,
and the scent of his vigorous thrusts pounding her asshole, the semen...
For Christia, desperately yearning to be impaled on that mighty root, it was pure agony.
"H-Huh... huuuh... huuh..."
Even now, her body betrayed her—forced to climax by the semen flooding her womb. Trained so thoroughly by Sin Seon-dong, her flesh came regardless of her mood, purely from the semen.
This was torture.
Unlike Eleonora, who embraced her lewdness fully and could derive pleasure from anything derived from him,
for the immature white sow Christia, who couldn't yet shed her human identity, this situation was unbearable—miserable and painful.
"You're okay, right? Feels as good as Master's... right, Christia?"
"...Yes."
Violet beamed at Christia's honest murmur.
From Violet's perspective, who could discern truth from lies, the calm response must have seemed like Christia was gradually reverting from sow to holy knight.
"Who's preaching to who? Worry about yourself."
"Ooooh...♥"
'Ugh, that was the perfect moment.'
Violet, mission accomplished, barely bothered with the semen pack that had been Christia's small consolation.
Distracted by Sin Seon-dong's cock again, she forgot to even inject properly. Christia sighed and glanced back.
"Ahn! Ohooooh, my asshole feels so gooood...! Don't worry about it closing, make it leak forever, use it haaard...♥"
"..."
'Ah?!'
Their eyes met.
She'd only meant to look at Violet,
but suddenly, Sin Seon-dong's pitch-black eyes—like the abyss of his hair—locked with her own golden ones, connecting like their once-mingled cock and pussy, rivaling even Eleonora's bond.
"Master, Maaaster, Masteeeeer...♥"
His gaze stripped her bare, as if he knew everything—already naked, now her very heart exposed. Christia averted her eyes, but she couldn't stop her pounding heart.
'Wh-Why's my heart racing...? He's the man who defiled me. The one who made me this ridiculous mess and stole my virginity too. His cock's magnificent, his cum delicious, inexhaustible... but he did such awful things to the Saintess...!'
"I love it! Cock, I looove it...♥"
'Awful things...?'
She shook her head. Clearly delirious with lust. Still, she sneaked another peek at Sin Seon-dong.
"Thrusting into your own holy knight's pussy while craving my cock—you're one lewd saintess."
"Yesss... I'm a lewd saintess... Getting my asshole pounded while begging for my pussy too, a slutty saintess...♥"
'Was it my imagination?'
Sin Seon-dong ignored her completely, lost in Violet. Christia snorted—Of course.
But why? Her heart, which never lost composure, thundered wildly.
As if mocking her: What are you holding back for? It's right there—what you want. Why suffer like this?
Just as she scolded herself for such irreverent thoughts,
"D-Done! Master, all done!"
"Good. Then pull it out quick, I wanna switch."
"Yes!"
"W-Wait?!"
Christia's face drained white again at the approaching third trial.