Christia's Tribulations
In short, Christia once again failed to get fucked.
She'd thrown away all her pride and was thrusting her ass back toward Sin Seon-dong herself, trying to shove his cock into her pussy at that very moment—
"T-The time's up! Evening time is over!"
"A-Again...?!"
Suddenly, the pigsty door slammed open with a bang, and Violet appeared, her thighs soaked and dripping. She charged straight at Sin Seon-dong like a madwoman and yanked him away from Christia—just as his glans had started savoring the slick, wet folds of her pussy.
Even if she was the Saintess, what kind of outrageous behavior was this?!
Christia instinctively scowled at the sudden theft of his cock, but she glanced at the clock hanging in the corner of the pigsty as per Violet's words. Shockingly, her evening time really was already over.
How the hell did it pass so fast...? While I was getting my ass spanked and sucking his cock, time flew by like this?!
Today's raging lust had burned hotter than usual, and she'd been suffering for it. She'd planned to savor her reward nice and slow, but it had all gone to waste?
No way! That's not happening!
How much had she endured today! All those half-assed teases from who-knows-who had tormented her pussy so much! After all that suffering, shouldn't she get a little extra time to enjoy herself?!
"N-No..."
"C-Come on, let's go! You said you'd sleep with your cock stuffed in my asshole tonight, right? I'm looking forward to it—my asshole and I can't wait to hold Master's cock all night!"
But while she thought it in her head, turning those thoughts into action was impossible.
Violet was clinging desperately to Sin Seon-dong's back, grunting with effort as she tried to separate him from Christia. Strictly speaking, wasn't her outrageous act justified by her willingness to get fucked in Christia's place?
Thinking that way sparked a sudden wave of resentment and bitterness toward Sin Seon-dong.
It's all your fault! Because of you, I'm glaring at the Saintess with such irreverent eyes!
After losing the piss-pussy contest to Violet, Sin Seon-dong hadn't held that filthy game for weeks. He'd started it on a whim without even announcing it beforehand.
As a mere sow with no say in when he held them, all her desperate training of her pussy and urethra had been for nothing. Instead, her pussy had grown even more sensitive, only amplifying her lust.
Even now! You could fuck me anytime you wanted, but you keep honoring that damn promise!
He'd promised not to fuck Violet in her place, but he'd dodged her eyes, claimed it was fine since it was just her asshole, and pounded Violet's anyway. So why was he sticking so strictly to the promise with her?
Why are you so goddamn strict only with me?!
Because she was a Holy Knight? Unlike the powerless Violet, she might do something reckless?
"D-Don't make me laugh! Fuck me! Hurry up and fuck me! I can't let you shove that filthy thing at the Saintess!"
"No way! Master? Let's go quick!"
"Absolutely not! Even today alone, you've fucked the Saintess's holes plenty! I won't let her get fucked anymore! Come on, shove it in my pussy... Ahh?!"
When the hell did she get that kind of strength?!
Christia had squeezed her eyes shut and spread her pussy wide, but now Violet was dragging Sin Seon-dong toward the pigsty door, grunting all the way. Like a dog chasing a chicken that slipped away, Christia flailed her limbs and stared at him pleadingly. But for some reason, he said nothing, just making some weird gesture with his hand.
"No! You can't let that man fuck you anymore! I-I! I'll...!"
Bang—!
"I want it too..."
She murmured softly, but it was too late. The door slammed shut.
In the end, she'd only quenched her thirst a little with her mouth, but that had only ignited her already simmering lust into an explosion.
She hadn't been saved from this hell of desire. The filthy holy relic that could pull her from this abyss had vanished far away, snatched by the Saintess's hand.
"No... I need to get fucked. Or else...?!"
Imagining her future as a lust-crazed beast wandering in search of cock once more, Christia stared desperately at the door, hoping Sin Seon-dong might return. But there was no sign of him.
Maybe Violet was guarding him like a fortress, making sure he couldn't slip away anywhere.
"You've gotten fucked so much... Just a little for me too..."
She knew Violet's intentions well.
Just like Christia herself, Violet couldn't bear to watch her precious person get defiled. How could she spit on such righteous behavior?
But having guarded her side for so long, Christia knew Violet had changed somewhere deep down.
Just like her, Violet had gradually—no, perhaps already—fallen so far into physical corruption from that man Sin Seon-dong and his cock that she couldn't escape.
She didn't need proof.
Her memories alone were filled with Violet blatantly getting her asshole fucked right in front of her, squirting fluids like piss, acting all slutty—images unbelievable for a Saintess.
That's why, even as she screamed that Violet's actions weren't selfish, she couldn't hide her unease, suspicion, and resentment.
"I want it too... I want that thick cock pounding my cervix... I want to take his hot cum flooding my womb... If I could, I'd open my womb right now...?!"
What the hell was she thinking?!
Her lust had boiled over so much she was now contemplating offering her womb to him herself. Christia slapped her own cheek to snap out of it.
"Get a grip... The moment I give him my womb, I'm done. Saintess or no, I'll end up like Lady Eleonora—a sow thrilled to spread her legs for him...!"
But no matter how many times she reflected on her shame, marveled at Sin Seon-dong's evil genius in training her to this point, or desperately highlighted Violet's pure heart—
Every thought led to the same conclusion: the only way to quell these wicked urges and endless lust was his cock.
Of course, that cock was long gone, so all she could do was sigh and slump to the floor.
That was when—
"...What's that?"
Something caught Christia's eye.
A fragrant scent and familiar shape hanging in her stall?
"His pants...♥"
Christia snatched Sin Seon-dong's pants like lightning, flipped them over her head without hesitation, and inhaled deeply as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
"Sniiiiif, haaaah... Yeah, sniiiiif, you bastard—you're not completely heartless after all. Leaving this wonderful gift to soothe my lonely night...♥ Trying to win me over with something like this...♥"
Sniff sniff.
Once in the left leg hole, once in the right—but the true treasure needed no words: that filthy crotch scent wafting from the groin area!
She rolled around the stall like she'd thrown a sack over her head, reveling in his smell. Though she hadn't gotten what she craved, snagging this supreme treasure was a huge long-term win, she giggled to herself.
This should hold her lust steady through the night—not fully sated, but at least from worsening. That was when—
"?"
Something went thud to the floor, making Christia tilt her head.
"Paper?"
More precisely, a folded note.
Only then did she realize the meaning of that gesture Sin Seon-dong had made before leaving. She hurriedly unfolded the paper and read its contents.
Ting~
"Christia?"
"!!"
Violet's sudden voice in her ear made Christia call out toward the approaching purple-haired Saintess in a fluster.
"Y-Yes! What brings you here so late? Did that man try something with you again...?"
"No! It's not that—Master told me to take those pants there..."
"!"
The moment Violet finished speaking, Christia secretly shoved the note into her body before handing over the pants, now drenched in her fluids.
"The pants...? Th-They're a bit wet, but... ahem, here you go."
"...Sorry. I feel bad making you go through something so awful because of me."
"No, it's fine. It's my fault for putting you through such hardship."
Violet's eyes brimmed with genuine worry, as if her earlier cock-snatching act had been pure theater. Seeing that, Christia felt guilt rise for resenting this kind Saintess in her lust-fueled haze.
Of course, the guilt was real.
"Let's endure just a bit longer. Once we do, we can finish our mission and go home together."
"...Yes."
Did Violet know about the note now hidden in her asshole? Christia watched until the end as Violet carefully took the pants she'd offered politely with both hands.
And the moment Violet's back vanished with the closing door—
"..."
Christia slipped silently out of her stall, stared mutely at where Violet had stood, then unfolded the note from her asshole and compared it back and forth with the clock on the wall.
"..."
Her heart pounded fiercely again as she gazed at the note and clock with trembling eyes.