The Doubting Saintess
“Eek…?!"
Violet's tone carried a chill that bordered on cold as Christia dropped to all fours at her command without hesitation. But Violet tilted her head slightly, seemingly dissatisfied with the pose, and issued another order.
“Not that one… You know, the position you're good at? The one you always show to Master…”
“S-Saintess? Th-that position is…”
“…”
How could a holy knight defy the saintess's command?
As if!
With her pristine white back exposed to Violet, Christia fidgeted restlessly, her unease plain in the sunlight, yet she slowly lifted her knees from the floor in obedience.
The classic sow position, just like when Sin Seon-dong trained her.
“…”
“Saintess?”
Was Violet at a loss for words at the sight? Christia cautiously called out to her as she rummaged through the icebox, but all that came back was the sound of something being pulled out.
‘D-Does she know…? That I've been sneaking off to that man behind her back…? No, that can't be…’
If she did, Violet's curiosity wouldn't let her hold back—she'd demand right here and now what Christia had been doing there.
No way she'd been caught. Sure, every time she went to him, she was already dripping with excitement, fantasizing about how he'd ravage her today.
But she'd never let her lust blind her to her surroundings.
‘Besides, if she found out I've been crawling into his arms every night from right here, who knows what she'd do next…!’
Violet had sacrificed her own body to shield Christia from that man's clutches. If she learned Christia had been spreading her legs for him behind her back anyway…
The shock might drive Violet to something even more devastating in a fit of rage—something Christia couldn't endure.
‘Like, for example, impaling herself on his cock and tearing her own virginity apart with her bare hands…!’
What had Christia been flaunting to Sin Seon-dong all this time? Unlike Violet, who only offered her asshole, Christia could take him in her pussy.
Unlike Violet's barren hole that couldn't conceive, Christia delivered the thrilling depravity of a womb that might get knocked up any time, like a proper breeding ground for his eggs.
She'd clawed back some of the favor Violet had stolen by teasing his breeding instincts.
But if Violet offered up her own pussy—her hymen—then all that advantage would vanish. His cock might get obsessed with Violet's virgin cunt all over again!
So no matter how disloyal it felt, Christia couldn't spit out the truth here.
She absolutely couldn't tell Violet what she'd been up to.
‘I'm already so corrupted I can't live without cock anymore… I can't let the saintess suffer the same humiliation!’
Absolutely not! It had nothing to do with worrying her own cock privileges might get stolen!
That's why Christia only stole a quick glance at Violet, too scared to turn her upper body and reveal the anxiety etched on her face.
“…”
But that lasted only a moment. A familiar scent wafted to Christia's nose, making her body twitch. Violet shot her a sidelong glance before dipping her head back to the icebox, her hand moving inside.
Gulp…
Months of Sin Seon-dong's vile orders had ingrained it in her body now. She swiftly connected the tube from the Deep Insemination Tool in her hand to the semen pack—and jabbed the plastic tip at her pussy.
She didn't fear the aftermath as much anymore since Sin Seon-dong would claim her later anyway, but the ingrained terror still lingered.
“I'll finish quick, so lift it… higher?”
“…”
Sure enough, as Violet's words trailed off, Christia's hips rose even more. Her face burned as she realized her pussy was now level with Violet's eyes, the saintess squatting beyond the stall bars.
A chilling isolation washed over her, like being abandoned in a dark forest—yet her female instincts lit up anyway, even on the verge of being pierced by that filthy tool.
The depraved thrill of exposing her slutty pussy to Violet made her ass quiver. Amid the mounting tension, Christia just kept swallowing hard.
Quietly, so Violet wouldn't hear.
The probing outer labia nudged her spread-open entrance, about to plunge in—
“Ah, sorry. I almost… did something awful to you without thinking. Even though Master's not here—no, that man's not here.”
“…Saintess?”
Christia blankly called out as Violet withdrew the Deep Insemination Tool, which had seemed ready to thrust deep into her pussy.
Violet flashed a smile as bright as a violet bloom, returning the tool to its place. Christia blurted out in panic.
“P-Put it in… please…”
“What? No way! Even if he's not here, I can't do something so cruel to you at a time like this…”
“Have you already forgotten what happened a month ago?! If you leave this pigsty without doing anything again and he finds out, he'll definitely make me—right in front of you—he'll make me…!”
“…”
A month ago, figuring he wasn't around so she could skip the insemination, Violet had tried to saunter out of the main pigsty whistling. Eleonora and Sin Seon-dong, lurking nearby, caught her red-handed.
Violet tried lying that she'd done her duty,
But she was never good at deception anyway,
And meticulous Sin Seon-dong declared he'd inspect her womb himself. He snaked the hose into Christia's uterus, made her suck on the connected end like a pacifier—
—See? It's empty inside!
—Ah, aaah?! What are you—o, oooohk…♥
That day, Violet hung dangling from the main pigsty corridor ceiling, bound hand and foot.
Not just rotors on her nipples and clit, but a massive vibrating dildo jammed in her asshole too—a humiliating punishment left to writhe.
Before, she could've endured it. But after being lewdly trained by Sin Seon-dong's cock, alongside Violet and Christia, the terror of that penalty needed no explanation.
The memory alone made Violet tremble violently, shaking her head no—then yelping.
“B-But I can't! I promised to take your place, so even if it means that kind of—th-that punishment!”
Christia, desperate not to miss this appetizer that would heat her up for tonight, seized the chance and shouted back.
“Put it in! P-Please, quick! I'm fine! I can't do much, but I don't want to burden you, Saintess!”
“R-Really…?”
“Eek…?”
‘A-Again, what's with this chill…? Why is the saintess…’
Her expression screamed apology, but the vibe was off. Like a mouse before a cat.
Squiiiish—!
“Nnghheeeek?!”
“It slides right in with one good shluck now, huh…?”
Sensing something wrong in Violet's demeanor, Christia tried to pull her hips away—but Violet anticipated it. The Deep Insemination Tool pushed between her juicy pussy lips.
“S-Saintess…?!”
“Just a sec… Just hold still.”
‘I just need to check something.’
Violet swallowed the last part silently to herself, her modest chest heaving. Now adept, she scraped and prodded Christia's familiar pussy folds through the tool, honing in on her cervix.
“Ugh… Sorry, Christia. I'll make it quick.”
“N-No! Not now, if it stabs in—hngh, hnnnghhk…♥”
No hiding it—a lewd sow moan escaped Christia's lips. Violet's mouth curved upward.
Sure enough, the reaction came right away.