Christia and the Truth Room
Christia had kissed Sin Seon-dong of her own accord.
Not because of anyone else's orders or some vile command—just purely Christia's own will, offering her lips to the man who had trained her.
'He didn't even command it, but I kissed him myself...!'
The rough stubble around his lips prickled her mouth and cheeks like ground pepper, a constant stinging reminder that she was the one pressing into him.
Christia might have been a little flustered by her own actions, but she didn't pull away or show any sign of regret.
"Chuuup... mmm, stay... still..."
"Mmph...!"
'Hehe, what a dumbstruck face...♥'
He'd anticipated her coming for his cock, but not that she'd kiss him on her own initiative.
For the first time, Christia—the one always on the receiving end—had landed a surprise blow on Sin Seon-dong. His stunned silence at her unexpected move made all her pent-up resentment melt away in sweet satisfaction as she wagged her hips happily.
'Finally, I got one over on him!'
He was always the one training her, humiliating her, spanking her ass until her mind went blank. But now that the tables had turned, he was frozen like a mouse before a cat!
Of course, the true revenge Christia craved was seeing him roll pathetically on the floor under her sword.
But as she edged closer to sow knight than holy knight, she genuinely thought this wasn't so bad either—and instead of pulling away from the man she should hate, she parted her lips wider, forced open his still-bewildered mouth, and thrust her tongue inside.
Slurp, schluuuurp~♥
"Wait a sec...!"
"No waiting! Chuuup! Pah! So, how's it feel? Being forced(?) to kiss the white sow you always looked down on!"
He'd only meant to humiliate her by making her fuck the man she despised in a lover's embrace. But the unexpected windfall short-circuited his brain for a moment.
"Hehe, Master... getting your cock so hard while kissing the white sow...♥"
Even Eleonora—his guard and Christia's "textbook" on fallen holy knights—couldn't help giggling.
More aroused than ever, perhaps eager to avenge Eleonora's grudge(?), Christia pulled his face closer and kissed him deeper.
Eleonora was smiling, true—but the one she truly mocked was Christia.
'She hasn't pulled away, which means the white sow subconsciously accepts Master too. If she still resisted him, she wouldn't have approached him waiting in that position.'
As mentioned before, the facing sitting position involved a lot of eye contact, letting them gaze openly at their joined sexes.
It exposed her cock-drunk face without mercy—a position ill-suited for enemies mingling flesh.
But Christia had accepted it.
She'd crawled out of the sow pen on her own naked will, brazenly demanding this position from her master.
'She knows she's committing a grave sin against the Saintess, yet chose Master as her escape. Dumping her guilt on him while feeling twisted affection for his embrace of all her sins.'
A kind of faith, perhaps, though different in flavor.
Eleonora had pledged submission after her perverted tastes recognized him as Master.
For Christia now, Sin Seon-dong was a godlike savior: pulling her from lust's abyss with his cock, bearing her betrayal of the Saintess without fancy words.
Unlike Violet, whose clumsy "rescue" had plunged her deeper into depravity,
Sin Seon-dong had granted her desires outright, resolving them.
The thrill of forbidden sin, satisfaction of finally getting what she craved, and pleasure from her trained flesh—it all diluted her resistance to betraying the Saintess.
'Can't wait... someday with this white sow—no, Master's sows—crawling on all fours, getting bred with his child...♥'
As a fellow knight, she knew the bliss of submitting to him better than anyone, her pleased smile unhidden.
Envisioning a lewd dreamscape: pregnant in their semen-and-juice paradise, bellies swollen near birth, yet dropping to all fours at his word to spread their full-term pussies and oink joyfully.
'It's not far off. For Master's filthy, lewd paradise, this Eleonora gladly offers her life and pussy...♥'
Recalling the dream of the day he took her virginity, Eleonora climaxed lightly and flashed a secret lewd grin at Christia.
"I've been letting you do whatever lately as a reward, but if you keep this up, mmpf...!!"
"Where do you think you're pulling away to? Didn't you want to be humiliated? Fuck my mouth pussy already! It's the one you trained! Chuuuuurp~♥"
Blissfully unaware of Eleonora's scheming, Christia clung to Sin Seon-dong's face, shaking her hips wildly.
As if this chance might never come again, she devoured the man before her with every greedy orifice.
"Huuuup! Mmmphhuuup!"
'Deeper, make him crave my body so much he can't even glance at the Saintess, never dream of fucking her again!'
His mouth was a slobbery mess from her saliva,
and their thrusting junction dripped her juices down his cock, pooling from his balls into a little puddle below.
"Mmph! Nnghhhuuup, grrrhhhuuup...♥"
'I poured so much of my spit into him, yet now my mouth reeks of him—not cum, but his saliva scent. This greedy bastard... after all that abuse from the Saintess, is my body and pussy that delicious? Drool-worthy?'
She'd desperately clung to mark him with her scent through their tongues, but she'd been marked instead.
"Pah... so, how's your cock now? That filthy dick covered in Saintess cum—did my sopping rag pussy clean it nice?"
"Dunno... I've been saying it's clean since earlier, but someone kept blocking my mouth..."
"Good enough...♥"
'If I can't leave my mark, I'll make you leave yours on me.'
No need to check—her pussy walls had scraped off every dried cum trace, and she'd soaked his cock in her juices like her mouth. Time for even sweeter pleasure.
"Hehe...♥"
"Huh, this right?"
As her legs wrapped his waist, Sin Seon-dong's eyes widened again. Hiding nothing of her lewd smile now—or determined to take his cum in her womb—Christia guided his arms from her back to her chest, especially the ringed nipples.
He always tormented Violet's tits for milk; now she'd imprint herself as his bitch, embedding her presence in his mind.
'More, make him unable to resist holding me. Even hugging the Saintess or fucking her ass, he'll crave my pussy... kissing? My mouth pussy...!'
At her cute tantrum, Sin Seon-dong flicked the ring on her nipple with his finger, eyes misty as hers.
"Haak...♥"
"Keep praising yourself like that, and you'll think this Master's a joke, huh?"
"That's not it. I-I just... kkhiiiit...♥"
'Ah, my ass! He's grabbing my ass...♥'
Too hasty? Crossed a line? Annoyed him? Her worries vanished in a cheer as he gripped her ass like it might burst.
"Y-You greedy bastard... gripping that hard won't make me fall as your sow...♥"
"True. Even with your ass flesh spilling between my fingers, you're still sane. No chance."
Him grabbing her ass meant he'd use her.
Until now, she'd shaken her hips; now roles reversed—she'd be pierced, taken.
"Hmph... fine, even if that magnificent cock pounds my womb raw, it won't conquer it—n-ngiiit...♥"
'Ah... this sensation, I can't hold—baaaack...♥'
Smooch—her cervix kissed the glans welcoming it. Dumbstruck, tongue lolling, her upper body arched back, then—burrrble,
"...♥"
With his cockhead wedged right at her womb mouth, the internal creampie sent her mind reeling as she joyed at the nipple flick.
"Cumming already? That's a problem."
"N-Not... yeeet... not yet... I can take more of your filthy lust in this pussy...♥"
"Yeah? Eleonora, quit standing there enjoying solo—lie down."
"As you command...♥"
'Ahh...?!'
As if to say the night was young, Christia's eyes curved into crescent moons.