Christia's Ordeal
“Come on, what are you waiting for? This tight, delicious pussy is right in front of you. No need to hold back. It's dangling there like it's guaranteed to feel so good you'll blow your load the second you slam it in.”
Her once-pure innocence completely stripped away by relentless training,
Christia now spread her pussy wide open—a living testament to how she'd been craving something deep inside, begging to be defiled and humiliated by Sin Seon-dong.
There was no shame left in her.
If spreading her pussy a hundred, a thousand times would cool this half-day torment of lust and scorching heat, she'd do it without hesitation.
“Hmmm…”
“W-what… Don't tell me you want my anal virginity now? You filthy bastard…! You wrecked my pussy so bad it'll never close again, and now…!”
Slurp…♥
‘It's… turning me on…♥’
Christia licked her lips with a sticky swipe, then cried out again with a strained “Ngh!”
“Fine, take it! I'll give it to you gladly! If it means protecting Lady Saintess from your disgusting desires, I'll offer my asshole—no, my shitty backdoor virginity to you right now…”
Her hands, which had been spreading her pussy in eager anticipation, now yanked her cheeks apart wide for Sin Seon-dong looming above her, showing off her asshole like she wanted him to get a good look.
Her eyes gleamed with unmistakable expectation.
‘I-I said it… With my own mouth, I called my asshole my shitty backdoor…♥’
To think she'd fallen so far that she was spewing such vulgar filth from her own lips.
She had to escape this hellish pit of lust before she sank any lower.
Christia flashed a sultry smile at the corners of her mouth and gave her hips a little bounce.
The Christia from when she'd first been captured here would have screamed at Sin Seon-dong for ogling her naked body, threatening to gouge out his eyes. But after weeks without clothes—whether from getting hooked on his time-dilation play or not—she no longer cared about exposing even her most private parts. She thrust her pussy and asshole high in the air without a second thought, and finally, Sin Seon-dong parted his tightly clenched lips.
“You want me to fuck you that bad?”
“Ah…♥”
Just like she'd done to him, Sin Seon-dong teased her by thrusting his bulging crotch toward her cramped stall—the unmistakable tent of a raging hard-on. Christia let out a hot, ecstatic breath at the sight.
“H-hngh…♥”
“Well, well, you're cumming already? And I haven't even touched you.”
“S-sorry… Your scent is just so good. The sweaty cock musk wafting through your pants made my pussy cum on its own…♥”
Before, she might have yelled that it was all his twisted schemes, or else spewed insincere flattery to win his favor. But the current Christia spoke only truth.
Even if the training was to blame, it was a fact that his body odor and cock scent alone could push her over the edge.
Her body, which had been offering her pussy to him, was now shoving her nose into his proffered crotch.
“Haa… Sniff sniff, this… this is it… Haa… This scent that always drives my pussy insane…!”
“You really look like a pig from down there.”
“Ngh… Sh-shut up…!”
‘Pig…♥’
Flat on her belly one moment, crawling on all fours like a beast the next, snuffling and grunting at a male's groin—what was the difference between her and the white sows he'd mentioned?
‘But even if I'm a white sow, fine. If it quenches this heat, this lust…’
If she could just get impaled on that thick, proud cock—not the stuff in the feed bucket like before, but fresh semen straight from the source, hot enough to scald her womb,
then right now, Christia could do anything.
For example…
“Oink like a pig and crawl around on all fours.”
“Ngh, you filthy creep… Making me do that again…!”
“Don't want to get fucked?”
“Kuh… N-no choice, then… Yeah, no helping it…♥”
Just like that, the moment Sin Seon-dong finished speaking, Christia put distance between them.
She'd said she could do anything, but did her knightly pride stop her from oinking like a pig at his absurd demand?
“Oink…!!”
Far from it.
If anything, she crawled all over the cramped stall on all fours like she was showing off for him, even splaying her limbs wide in a grotesque bow-legged waddle,
gladly hurling her pride to the dirt for a taste of that cock.
“Oink! Oiiiink! Oiiiink!”
‘Pride? What's the point? The moment he subjected me to all that humiliation and training, I had nothing left to boast about.’
It had shattered when Eleonora—no, Urga—crushed her utterly in combat, stripping away her pride as Violet's guardian knight. And from the moment Violet herself spread her asshole and begged to be a cocksleeve,
her pride and sense of duty as the holy knight sworn to protect and serve the Saintess had followed suit.
“You love cock that much? So desperate to get fucked you're oinking like a pig without a care for the shame?”
“Oink♥ Oiiiink♥”
She hadn't meant to, but by gleefully mimicking a pig at the command of the man who'd raped her, just to get his cock, she'd tossed her pride as a woman—as a human—straight into the pigs' shit.
But there was no guilt or shame over it.
That could wait. Right now, she had to escape the lust devouring her reason.
“Oink!”
“Whoa, look at that pussy juice dripping. Fucking hot as hell.”
“Oink…♥”
‘See? Even now, treated like a pig, I'm thrilled… I have to escape before I lose myself completely. Or else…!’
Only by breaking free from this hell could she afford regrets—or anything else—later. At least then, “later” would exist in her mind.
For that, she needed Sin Seon-dong's cock, Sin Seon-dong himself, to save her from this inferno.
As the saying went, fight poison with poison. For lust, nothing beat a good pussy-cock pounding.
‘I'll get revenge later. Winners aren't the strong—the survivors are. Savor this pleasure—no, this humiliation—slowly.’
Her lust-warped phrasing was a bit off, but the idea was necessary evil.
“Always yapping about not falling, calling me filthy and creepy—look at you now, you slutty white sow.”
“Oiiiink…♥”
Smack! Like iron filings to a magnet, Sin Seon-dong's palm clapped onto her ass, and Christia came hard again, pussy splayed wide.
“H-hngh… Spanking's cheating! I'm already so worked up showing off like this—if you smack my ass that hard, I'm gonna cum, cummiiing…♥”
“Told you I'd turn you into a pervert who cums from a spanking alone. Go on, cum! Cum!”
“Hiiik!? I'm cumming already—don't spank me! I'll die! I can't stop cumming, I'll diiiie…?!”
Smack! Smack! Smack! No longer hiding it, she braced her limbs in bow-legged stance, arching her back as orgasm after orgasm rocked her.
“Come on, talk more! Filthy creep, dirty bastard—flap that smug mouth like always!”
“Oink! C-can't! My mouth… my snout is for sucking your thick cock and gulping down your tasty cum and piss. Not for insulting youuuu…♥”
Smack! Smack! Smaaack!
She knew exactly what she was saying.
Every spank made her squeal like a pig, spewing the lewd nonsense her instincts demanded.
But even if it wasn't quite what she wanted, the fragments easing her cravings brought relief—and she welcomed it with open arms.
In a pose fit for the “filth” she'd always spat, spewing filth from her lips, ass-cheeks stinging from slaps, she grinned brightly through her depraved chain of orgasms, happier than she'd ever been.
‘It won't stop… He's the villain who defiled me, but I can't stop smiling… Every spank sends this pleasure, this satisfaction—my lips won't stop grinning…♥’
And when he “accidentally” slapped her pussy mound flat-out, it blanked her mind with pure ecstasy,
her clit ring shaking wildly just like her lolling tongue, flapping with every vulgar noise from her mouth. Each time, her ass thrust higher.
A blatant, begging wiggle screaming for more.
Just a taste of these scraps had her heart pounding—what would it feel like to take that cock straight into her pussy?
Her heartbeat quickened.