Chapter 361 Christia's Tribulations
“Nngh… hnguuuh… enough, alreadyyy…!”
In the spot where Sin Seon-dong and Violet had left, Christia rolled alone once more on the slatted floor.
It might have looked like she was lost in the masturbation that had become her daily routine before Sin Seon-dong arrived, but now it was different from earlier. Her body shuddered as if in convulsions, sometimes arching her back like a bow,
slamming her waist against the floor and pulling it away relentlessly, like a fish flopping on a fishing line dragged out of the water. Unlike before, when she'd tried to satisfy her urges quietly and modestly on her own, the current Christia was a wanton slut writhing in agony, unable to endure her own lust.
“Not enough… this isn’t enough… it’s so not enough…!”
Christia’s third trial: after being injected with semen from Violet, this scorching heat inevitably came, filling her mind with an overwhelming breeding urge.
To put it simply, her heat wouldn’t stop.
As mentioned before, Violet’s method of inserting the Deep Insemination Tool was to shove it straight in all at once into Christia’s pussy.
This was a technique designed to maximize time efficiency for artificially inseminating multiple sows at once in a single day—something Sin Seon-dong or Urga would only use on actual pigs.
It was worlds apart from the leisurely Sin Seon-dong-style insemination, made just for her: massaging the entrance of her vagina with firm presses, sometimes teasing her G-spot, sometimes swirling along the ridges like riding rails on the outer labia.
Anyone could see it wasn’t meant for training a sow in human form—it was far removed from the personalized method crafted solely for her.
From Violet’s perspective, minimizing the burden on Christia made it the obvious choice.
“Hiiing, cock… I need a cock… fingers won’t cut it, I’m telling you…!!”
But Violet’s method had a fatal flaw: it completely ignored that Christia was already so thoroughly trained she was practically a sow, and her pussy and womb along with her.
Of course, the intention was good.
Even as she was impaled on Sin Seon-dong’s cock, Violet had thought, ‘If I finish it in one go, without giving her time to feel pleasure, it’ll delay her fall, right?’ It was an objectively plausible idea to minimize both the burden on Christia and the pleasure that would corrupt this holy knight into a sow.
And since she’d peeked over their shoulders at how Sin Seon-dong and Urga inseminated pigs anally, it actually worked—Christia hadn’t felt much pleasure from Violet’s method.
The only pleasure was those brief moments when semen flooded her womb, making her cum a few times from the sensation.
If anything, the Deep Insemination Tool slamming straight into her cervix had even caused a bit of pain.
But the real problem started here.
“Stimulation… not enough stimulation… it won’t go awayyy… just semen isn’t enough, my womb keeps raging, the heat won’t stooop…!”
Sure, Sin Seon-dong would admit Violet’s idea was brilliant—but only for the old Christia, the ‘holy knight’ who’d just lost her virginity to him.
It wouldn’t work on the current Christia, so thoroughly trained that Sin Seon-dong’s mere scent set her into heat—a depraved ‘sow’ whose body had turned utterly lewd.
In other words, it ignored her level of training and bodily corruption entirely.
Being isolated from each other, Violet had only known Christia was in danger during their limited time and space at the sow pen’s back entrance—a fatal error on her part.
Christia, who went into heat from Sin Seon-dong’s scent alone, who climaxed just from pressing her nose to his cock and inhaling.
And for someone who’d endured Sin Seon-dong’s hardcore sex and training as her routine—where she’d lift her ass, tremble, and pass out in endless pleasure and blissful orgasms—giving her this half-assed stimulation and calling it a day?
From that moment, Christia’s third trial—her hell of lust—engulfed her.
She tried not to think lewd thoughts, but her sow pussy parted its lips on its own, regardless of her will. The semen leaking from it filled the air with its scent, driving her into heat.
Her womb, barely calmed, roared back to life, demanding stronger stimulation. Christia masturbated as best she could,
but her thoroughly trained womb rejected fingers as insufficient, craving the Deep Insemination Tool or a real cock, forcing endless heat upon her.
Of course, Violet—the one who should’ve fixed it—had already removed the tool from Christia’s pussy and vanished from the sow pen.
Meaning Christia had to quench this massive thirst with her own power alone.
Squelch-squelch-squelch-!!
“Cock… I need a cock… give me a cock too…!”
In these moments, Christia lost all reason, like a madwoman crying for cock while relentlessly finger-fucking her pussy.
‘Aah… it won’t stop. I shouldn’t, the more I indulge, the more I play into his hands…♥’
It felt good but never enough—like pouring water into a bottomless jar. No matter how frantically she fingered herself, her hole wandered in search of cock, defying her will.
She screamed at herself that it was for Violet, trying to regain control, but her lewd sow body retorted.
Wasn’t it the Saintess who’d put her body in this state? Didn’t that mean the Saintess permitted pleasure too?
The Saintess craved cock like mad herself—why shouldn’t she?
The depraved thrill of being mated like a pig by the Saintess herself was now tainting even her reason with lust. That’s why Christia feared these moments most.
She watched herself, like a third party, trying to shed even her human identity. Gripping her last defenses,
she’d snap back to find herself thinking blasphemous thoughts: if the Saintess indulged in pleasure, what was stopping her?
For hours on end, endlessly.
The self who’d once seen serving Violet as her lifelong pride faded, replaced by a lust-craving sow. Losing herself bit by bit terrified her beyond endurance.
‘I have to endure. Didn’t I see it carved on the Saintess’s belly earlier…? I don’t know what it is, but my instincts tell me. It’s almost done. Almost… so just hold on a little longer…’
No longer vague hope like at first—something was visible now. But her exhausted flesh tempted her mind to fall.
Yet even this hellish moment ended at a certain point—and that was none other than—
Tinkle~
“Time for dinner, my little white piggies~”
“Y-you’re here, hnguuuh…♥”
As the sun dipped low, Sin Seon-dong opened the sow pen door. His scent hit her, silencing the voices whispering corruption. A bright smile spread across Christia’s lips.
“Ahh?! Master! Take me too! Take me with you?!”
“Hey now, you’ll just barge in on the piglets’ mealtime and boss them around! Out!”
“Nghit?!”
Even as Violet whined to follow and got kicked in the ass, leaping away through the closing door, Christia’s heart pounded anew.
She welcomed him so joyfully that, right in front of his eyes, she happily crawled on all fours in her stall.
“You like Master that much? Why’re you extra cute today?”
“D-don’t talk nonsense! Now, hurry, give me your cock! And this time for sure…♥”
Whipping around to present her back to Sin Seon-dong, Christia smashed her tits flat against the slatted floor and grabbed her own ass cheeks with both hands.
And then—
Splayyy~♥
“L-look here. This white sow’s filthy pussy that you love most. I’ve kept it nice and toasty all afternoon, just waiting for your cock. Proof? See how juicy it is—these pink insides look so tender and delicious, don’t they…♥”
“Oho…?”
Like inspecting a holy relic through the bars, Sin Seon-dong squatted down to ogle her. Christia fought a smile, swaying her hips teasingly.
Mealtime now—the one time he could fuck her.
“Well? I’m not thrilled about it, but your cock looks so pitiful today. As a special treat, I’ll grant you permission to shove that dirty dick into my pussy.”
“Oh yeah? I need your permission?”
“Of course! Who in the world would want that filthy cock in their pussy?!”
The culprit who’d reduced her to this state—
and ironically, the one who’d pull her from this endless lust-hell, Sin Seon-dong and his cock. For them, Christia gladly spread her pussy wide, playing coy.