The Suspicious Saintess
These past few days, all the sows in the main pigsty shared one common grievance.
"Hah... hahuhuhu...♥"
Squelch...♥
The reason was none other than noise pollution.
Even though they were mere livestock—sows whose sole purpose was to get impregnated and give birth—they still went into heat at regular intervals.
Yet right now, that white sow in the far stall was letting out vulgar, seductive laughter without a shred of restraint.
She'd masturbated furiously for months, so what the hell was still eating at her?
Three days? Four? Starting around then, she'd gone into some insane heat, fingering her swollen red pussy every spare moment.
Sure, Sin Seon-dong—the absolute master of this farm—would show up at mealtimes to soothe her with a breeding session,
or some naked purple-haired human would appear and shove an iron rod up her cunt just like the ones they'd used on the others, keeping her quiet for a few hours.
But otherwise...
"Ahh... I can't wait any longer. I wonder what that bastard's got planned for tonight. If it's him, he'll probably say, 'Tonight it's blindfold play,' just like the other night—covering my eyes with that huge hand of his before spanking my ass pang pang pang...♥"
Pssshhhhiiit—♥
...she just kept repeating those lewd acts whenever her eyes were open, squirting fluids and moaning like a whore, occasionally licking her lips with sticky, expectant eyes.
Lately, she'd sneak out alone at night for hours of intense breeding, returning just before dawn covered head to toe in dripping semen from her pussy and all over her body before collapsing into sleep.
But even that wasn't enough—she had to make her pussy-stuffing noises echo through the entire sty. All the sows, unable to speak but thinking the exact same thing, could only glare at the slutty white sow who kept yapping about wanting to mate regardless of who saw her tits.
Of course, the white sow they were cursing couldn't understand them anyway, so they just sighed, waiting for the one person who could resolve this—their sole savior.
But oblivious to it all, the source of the pigsty's noise pollution herself, Christia, kept rolling around in her stall with a small smile on her lips.
"From how he embraced and fucked me last night, that bastard must have feelings for me. That's why he holds me so roughly, pounding my hole with that thick cock of his...♥"
Dozens of beasts fixed their gazes on her alone, but Christia didn't give a damn. Her eyes, brimming with lust, curved into sly crescent moons.
These past few days, when night fell and everyone else was deep in slumber, pleasure and carnal bliss would come calling.
Ever since Sin Seon-dong had invited her to that ridiculous "Truth Room" fridge, Christia had slipped out of the sty without fail every single night to throw herself into his arms.
And each time, they'd shared fresh positions she'd never tried here in the sty—sometimes her riding and crushing him from above,
sometimes embracing face-to-face, other times taking it from behind like animals right here—hours so scorching they melted her bones.
The nights always ended with her pussy and womb stuffed full of cum, her legs trembling from his hands groping her well-used body as she crawled back to the sty and passed out in her stall like the dead. It had become her new secret, filthy routine.
Sin Seon-dong had never once ordered or demanded she come at a specific time.
From the moment he hinted he'd be there at a set hour, she'd opened that door of her own will,
and every time, she'd become his pampered little sow, reveling in his cock and semen to her heart's content.
'Especially when I pinned Eleonora under me and we took his cock together... my mind went blank with ecstasy...♥'
She always told herself at the door that she shouldn't, but her body was already offering up her heat-swollen pussy. The aftershocks even hit her mind,
making her blush like a virgin at the fact that she'd serviced Sin Seon-dong alongside Eleonora—one of her top threats—and that the three of them had shared that orgy.
"It's all because I'm so worried about the Saintess. Not that I can't hold back or anything. He even told me himself— the Saintess passed out after fully embracing her desires."
How hard had he pushed her, anyway?!
Right—this was to lighten the fragile Violet's load.
Just as Violet had spread her legs for him in her place, Christia was draining his lust in secret, sparing the girl any burden.
"If this slutty body of mine—a sinner's through and through—can siphon even a little of his strength, the Saintess will have it easier. For her, I'd even lick Eleonora's asshole...♥"
Uhnngh...♥
Recalling last night's depravities again, Christia clenched her pussy hard and climaxed.
She talked a good game, but her body knew full well why Violet had passed out.
How could it not? She'd blacked out here countless times, pickled in brain-melting pleasure!
Her concern for Violet was genuine, but on the flip side, she was rationalizing nonsense like, "Violet's enjoying everything, so why shouldn't I? If the Saintess can do it, so can her Holy Knight," and buying her own bullshit.
"I have no choice. It's cheating from the start. No matter how harsh the training or how strong you are, if you're born with a hole that needs fucking, if you're a woman, you can't resist that cock. It's only natural...♥"
And just hours ago, she'd licked the living proof— that pussy and asshole.
Even Eleonora, the continent's strongest, whom even I, the Holy Knight Captain, hadn't respected, had sworn to become his sow because she couldn't beat his dick. What chance did Christia, several ranks below her, have?
Trembling at the thrill of submitting to Sin Seon-dong, she shook her ponytail furiously as if denying it all and muttered,
"No, that's not it. In times like this, this trial will only make me stronger. Since he's cheating with that cock, as the Saintess's shield, I'll block his lust with this pussy just a little more...♥"
Ding~
"!"
At the bell's chime in her ear, Christia yanked her fingers from her pussy and dropped to one knee, head bowed.
This hour, with no trace of Sin Seon-dong's scent—it could only be one visitor during work hours.
"Christia."
"You've arrived. I hesitate to ask if everything's alright, but has that bastard...?"
Before she finished, Christia sighed at the sight of fluids and semen trickling down Violet's thighs.
'Filthy bastard! Where on that fragile Saintess do you have any right to fuck her so loose! No helping it. Tonight, I'll wring his cock dry with my pussy...♥'
But as she steeled her lewd resolve, her eyes caught the cart Violet had dragged in—and instinct made her tense.
Violet's aura was anything but normal.
"I'm fine. If anything, he was gentler than expected... left me a bit disappointed, actually...♥"
"S-Saintess...?"
Since when had Violet worn such an icy expression?
She always smiled like blooming violets when calling her—never this north wind blizzard of a grin, and those pink eyes—what the hell?
But after one blink, Violet beamed her usual warm smile, and Christia sighed in relief.
"Christia?"
"Ahem, it's nothing. I must've dozed off from fatigue without realizing."
"Oh no... that's not good... Hmm... You need proper sleep on schedule... Ah!"
Not content with wheeling the cart right to her nose, Violet now reached for the ice box on it. Christia called softly,
"Saintess...?"
"On all fours. Christia—now. Get down on all fours."