The Suspecting Saintess
“...Lately, Christia’s been acting strange.”
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In the Young Sow Pen, as Violet suckled the newly weaned piglets, offering them her breasts, one of the waiting piglets nudged her with its snout and oinked.
Violet, sprawled on her side like a mother sow, gently stroked the tiny beasts latched onto her teats. She pulled her mouth away as if to make sure they heard her.
“It’s just a hunch for now, so I can’t say anything definitive, but Christia’s been... um... how should I put it...”
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“Yes! It’s like she’s got this subtle allure about her now, growing more seductive by the day. Even recently, when I inserted that metal rod, she flinched... Of course, this is just my hunch again, nothing I can confirm outright, but from my personal impression...”
Something had definitely happened to Christia.
Violet had been watching her closely these past few days, so she could say it with near certainty.
But why?
“She was definitely seducing Master in the best way she could, and then faithfully playing the role of his cock sleeve alongside Teacher...”
Over the past few weeks, Violet could confidently assert that Christia had lived a life both deeply lascivious and utterly devoted.
One might question whether it was right to call a saintess—once worshipped and adored by all—a faithful sex slave, a dutiful cock hole for the man who’d kidnapped them.
But Violet could assert it again without hesitation.
She was living a faithful life.
Of course, as Sin Seon-dong had said, now that she’d tasted a man’s flavor, she enjoyed it to some degree, so she couldn’t claim to be pure.
Yet even as she sank deeper into pleasure day by day, she steadily fulfilled her noble duty to purify Sin Seon-dong and his gang. How could this not be joyful?
“...Honestly, these days I’ve even come to like being Master’s cock hole... Ngh... Even now, my asshole and pussy are itching for cock, but anyway!”
Setting aside her own descent into depravity, Violet refocused. She recalled Christia screaming in her mind that she’d never yield to Sin Seon-dong.
But comparing that Christia to the current one only made the differences starker. Hugging the piglet suckling at her breast, Violet muttered.
“It’s weird. It really doesn’t feel like just my imagination. No matter how much I think about it, Christia’s changed...”
That Christia, though broken by relentless training into a body that couldn’t live without cock like Violet herself, had kept her spirit unyielding—as the Goddess’s sword, as her shield, showing no retreat against evil.
She’d even boldly thrust out her pussy at Sin Seon-dong’s sturdy cock, as if daring him to defile her, fearless to the end.
But after endless exposure to that wicked training and cock, she started taking joy in accepting it, tongue lolling as she savored it.
Then at some point, she began using Violet as an excuse to offer her pussy herself, begging to be fucked.
She’d said “Fuck me!” outright, but even as she did, clear nectar dripped from her swaying hips as she backed her ass onto his cock, attempting insertion. It was as good as begging.
But did Violet just sit idly by?
Seeing Christia fall so quickly, she urgently curried favor with Eleonora, using every trick to successfully distance Christia from Sin Seon-dong to some extent.
At first, she’d only pretended to be lewd, but sensing the urgency left no room for restraint, she actively embraced the pleasure and training he offered.
She’d get aroused by the thick fingers invading her pussy, willingly spreading her asshole to serve as his flesh toilet whenever he desired, taking his semen and piss into her body.
She’d even half-seriously whine about why he wouldn’t fuck her pussy, why he wouldn’t take her virginity—showing she hadn’t escaped the corruption unscathed.
But thanks to these desperate efforts, she’d pried Christia away from Sin Seon-dong.
By diligently spreading her asshole, seducing him, and appealing as the devoted sow Violet, she’d stolen his favor from Christia, who overflowed with womanly allure!
Of course, using “stolen” already revealed her unconscious jealousy toward Christia receiving Sin Seon-dong’s cock.
And as she blushed, recalling how he’d caressed her naked body and thrust into her, smiling dreamily at how fervently he desired her...
At the point where she’d let a man like Sin Seon-dong into the pure heart that once served only the Goddess, unable to forget the pleasure he gave...
It showed her body and mind had fallen far beyond imagination.
But this thick-headed saintess, oblivious to it all, puffed out her chest toward the piglets, strutting proudly.
But only for a moment.
Violet gently released the piglet she’d been holding and slyly slipped a finger past her glowing violet pussy lips into her semen-leaking asshole.
“Ngh... Even though I took so much cum today like always... it feels like something’s missing.”
He’d always filled her to the brim, yet it felt lacking somewhere.
Normally, before leaving her in this Young Sow Pen, he’d grope her breasts until they nearly burst, promising to make them swell bigger with his kneading.
He’d lavish her asshole and tits so much there’d never be a dry day, but lately, his touches felt a bit lazier.
Sin Seon-dong, her Master, seemed mentally elsewhere.
“At first I suspected that elf, but no...”
That brazen elf always showed up at the same time, hands against the pigsty wall, ass out, bringing up rape to Sin Seon-dong. After displaying last night’s results and getting pumped full of cum, she’d vanish into the forest.
By her own account, she was off to catch up on sleep after late-night rat hunts. To Master, she was little more than a snack.
She couldn’t be the reason for less attention right now.
So, the elf was off the suspect list.
“Then Teacher? No, that wasn’t it either.”
Not to speak ill, but Eleonora had monopolized Sin Seon-dong’s favor alongside Urga from the start, so Violet had no grounds to complain about stolen cock. Excluded.
If anything, she owed Eleonora for sharing cock and cum, letting Violet bask in his favor. Even as a sow, she wasn’t ungrateful. Excluded.
Urga, despite her looks, played the dutiful wife, only bedding Sin Seon-dong before sleep to relieve a day’s pent-up lust—or if especially aroused that day. Otherwise, excluded...
“...From my personal impressions and the circumstances...”
That left only one possibility.
“I don’t want to believe it, but... Christia?!”
But how? He’d promised not to touch her outside mealtimes himself. Violet had sternly kept them apart whenever he tried breaking it.
“...Was letting her have cock and cum even at mealtimes a mistake?”
This time, she’d cut her off from cum entirely...!
Violet boldly voiced the horrific thought, sucking clean the finger she’d pulled from her asshole with a pop, then wiping it on her pussy lips.
She gently set down the piglets still latched to her nipples, clasping her hands prayerfully as they oinked in protest.
“Sorry. I’ll feed you plenty later, okay? Be good while I’m gone?”
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“Hehe, I’m not going far or anything. Just checking something... ♥”
Violet’s eyes turned to the icebox and handcart sitting forlornly in the corridor.