Christia and the Room of Truth
“It's really out here... I really made it out...”
She'd thought she'd be trapped in there forever, confined to that cramped stall, doomed to live eternally as Sin Seon-dong's sow. Yet here she was, once again gazing up at the night sky.
Her body shivered in the crisp autumn air—somewhat chilly, yes, but a thousand, a million times better than the stale, feces-reeking stench of the main pigsty. Those were Christia's first words.
“...The night is dark, the starlight faint and hard to see, but this chill in the air... it's no illusion.”
She was truly free.
Sure, Sin Seon-dong had dragged her outside once for that filthy game with Violet, but walking out on her own like this? It felt strangely nostalgic, or perhaps empty.
Like the thrill of her very first mission, stepping beyond the church walls into an unknown world.
“...Of course, now I'm out here buck naked, nipples hard as rocks.”
Her pussy dripped endlessly down her thighs, aching for a man, just as her words described—her body rigid, tugging at the rings piercing her tits.
She was no better than a whore, a vulgar sow. Compare that to the silver-armored knight she once was.
Back then, as a holy knight, her heart had raced at the excitement of a new world.
Now? It pounded with fear and thrill at the thought of someone spotting her shameless, exposed body in the open air.
Violet had been just an apprentice saintess then, her own excitement pure faith in the Goddess. Feeling that same thrill now in such depraved form made Christia realize just how deeply she'd sunk into corruption.
“And what I'm about to do next will drag me even deeper. Heh, what a sow I am... drifting further from holy knight—no, from humanity itself...”
With that, Christia stretched her legs toward the slope leading down from the main pigsty to the breeding pens.
“...No signs of life, but I can't let my guard down. Just in case.”
She had no idea where she was headed or why, but that flushed face of hers...
The way she hesitated to cover herself even as her love juices trailed from thigh to ankle, her body quivering in the night breeze...
It was clear she was off to some lewd deed, far from anything noble.
“It might be a trap, but I have no choice.”
With the saintess as hostage, escape was impossible. Even without her, that three-headed hellhound Dungchi could be prowling nearby—she'd be caught in no time.
“What depraved thing are you planning for me this time...?!”
Haah...♥ Haah...♥
Unlike Eleonora, she harbored a strong aversion to baring her skin outdoors. Yet after a lifetime armored up...
This vast open air, naked and exposed—it brought an absurd sense of liberation, of forbidden sin.
And a subtle anticipation. Her breath mingled with the cold night, rising in white puffs.
'At least Violet's presence isn't nearby—thank goodness. But still, stay cautious...!'
Last time she'd been dragged to Sin Seon-dong's front yard, she at least had the excuse of Urga forcing her.
Now? She was a willing slut, plain and simple.
If Violet caught her wandering like this...!
Gulp...
Her eyes, clouded with anxiety and excitement, darted around searchingly. Then they locked on a streetlamp about 10 to 20 meters ahead.
"..."
Christia pulled a folded paper from her asshole and checked the crude map scribbled with a time and directions.
“...That's the one.”
Confirming it matched the lamp before her, she hurried down the gravel path. There, reflecting the lamplight, sat a small container box.
She'd glimpsed it before, when Urga dragged her here—some bizarre structure of unknown purpose.
“...A guard post? No, no windows, and too small for living quarters.”
What the hell was it?
No windows, a door flanked by strange panels of unknown function. Too exposed for surveillance or a hideout.
Situated right in the middle of the slope between main pigsty and front yard, the only way to learn its secrets was to go inside.
Steeling herself with a deep breath, Christia gripped the handle and pulled.
“Master? Your white sow has arrived.”
“Eut...?!”
The handle felt heavier than any other door, and as it swung open, a wave of filthy stench hit her. Her tension vanished; her heart thumped with arousal.
Her pussy gushed. Without hesitation, she flung the door wide—and there he was, no doubt about it.
“Surprising. Thought you wouldn't show, but here you are, coming all this way yourself. Good girl, my white sow.”
“Sh-shut your mouth... I've come to kill you...♥”
There sat Sin Seon-dong on a large mat, legs crossed, ass planted firm, his forearm-thick cock jutting up between his thighs.
'Cock... such a delicious-looking cock...!!'
Eleonora stood naked beside him, prepared for trouble. Christia blushed at the dried cum splattered over her body.
She hadn't expected servant-like deference, but Eleonora squatting bow-legged, hands spreading her pussy wide? Christia rubbed her thighs together furtively.
“...♥”
'Ahh...? Wasting all that cum like that...!!'
Seeing the thick, viscous white strands drooping from Eleonora's crotch, she gulped and licked her lips. Under Sin Seon-dong's gaze, she cleared her throat awkwardly.
“With the saintess blocking you, you set up this hideout? What even is this place?”
“Corpse fridge.”
“...What?”
She didn't know what a fridge was, but “corpse storage” made her frown. Sin Seon-dong chuckled.
“Not humans—pigs! It's for storing pig carcasses. There was a bad plague around here once, high mortality. We'd stash the bodies here to prevent rot.”
Of course, it hadn't been used in years. It had devolved into a summer refuge from the heat, but lately served another purpose.
That being...
“The Room of Truth.”
“...What?”
“Sealed tight like a fridge. You felt it—the door's thick iron, insulated from outside temps.”
“True, but what does that have to do with a 'Room of Truth'? Ah, aaah...♥”
Realization dawned? Her lips quivered, then curved into a lewd smile like Eleonora's. Her golden eyes fixed on Sin Seon-dong's sturdy cock, cross-legged before her.
“Violet and Urga are out cold. What happens here stays secret if you keep your mouth shut. Sound good?”
“Wh-what do you mean 'sound good'? Hmph! My answer doesn't change!”
Her words said one thing, but her gaze drifted downward.
'Ahh... what am I doing? I could kill him if I reached out... No, Eleonora's there. He anticipated it. Killing him would be easy, but...'
Then Violet's life—and her own—would be forfeit.
Corrupted as she was, how could the Goddess's sword defy her proxy's command?
“Talk big all you want, but you're already on all fours.”
“Q-quiet! When I said I won't change my mind, I meant continuing what I said back there!”
'N-no choice. This is just extending my mission... taking this fiend's favor in Violet's place, drowning in his cock and cum...♥'
Now crawling on all fours, she eyed the dried cum flaking Eleonora's pussy—proof of recent plowing.
'Ahh... even more pungent now. Just a short time passed, but after fucking other pussies and asses, the scent's richer...♥'
Sin Seon-dong chuckled at her rapt stare fixed on his cock.
“This is the Room of Truth. Nothing but truth comes out here. Even a noble holy knight can't hide her real feelings.”
“N-not lies. Didn't I say it? Your filthy cock... this Christia will handle it herself. And, and...”
“And?”
Her hands on his shoulders now, she ground her sloppy pussy lips against his grimy glans. No hiding it anymore.
Locking eyes—hers brimming with sticky lust—she cried out.
“This nasty cock, caked in your cum-crusted filth—I'll clean it spotless with my holy knight pussy...♥”
“Good girl. Stick it in.”
“Kruuuuhhh...♥”
Squelchhh...♥
Permission granted, her body sank. Her shameless pussy devoured his cock whole, manners be damned.