Chapter 371: The Doubting Saintess
I'd expected it, but still... was it inevitable? Or maybe it was the reaction I wanted but didn't want at all?
Violet felt the corners of her mouth creeping upward as tremors transmitted through the Deep Insemination Tool into her own hand.
"Christia? Has something happened to you, by any chance?"
"Wh-what do you mean by... khhiiit…♥"
A smile formed naturally on her face at the sight of Christia's tongue lolling out long from her slightest gesture.
"That's strange... It feels like something definitely happened..."
"N-no, nothing... nothing happened…♥"
'It's a bit ambiguous.'
The small gift the Goddess had bestowed upon her as Her Saintess—a power to discern truth from lies in people's words. It was a divine authority granted to the Goddess's proxy, demonstrating Her greatness to the faithful while warning heretics that no mortal's dark secrets could hide before Her.
There was no way that power could be wrong, yet the odd tremor emanating from Christia's responses made Violet tilt her head slightly.
'...It's not a lie?'
There was no vile trick like Sin Seon-dong's—mixing half-truths and half-lies to blur the line between real and false. Even if she was falling into depravity, did Christia still have some remnant of conscience?
"N-not there... You can't poke there like thaaat…♥"
'It's not just a tremor in her voice. It's like His authority itself is quivering... Hmm... Feels like something's being rounded off?'
Like when weighing something on a scale and rounding up ambiguous decimals below the line—just that kind of sensation.
The truth-discerning ability wasn't malfunctioning; it simply judged based on the words and inner thoughts from the target's mouth.
From Christia's perspective, wriggling in Sin Seon-dong's arms every night or enduring his lust-filled training there wasn't much different from what she'd suffered in this sow pen all along.
Now able to accept it nonchalantly, she'd spat out words that were lies yet not lies: truly, nothing had happened.
The quivering the power sensed stemmed from Christia's conflicted psyche, torn between holy knight and Sin Seon-dong's white sow, unable to fully commit to truth or falsehood.
In other words, it signaled her mind was corrupting into a white sow alongside her body—just like with Sin Seon-dong as precedent.
Violet decided to press Christia harder, massaging around her cervix like kneading dough.
"Hii, hiiiik…?!"
"Answer me, Christia. Truly nothing happened? For example, sneaking into Master's arms without me knowing?"
"…"
'Pleading the fifth?'
The power clearly said nothing had happened, so why couldn't she answer this? Frowning slightly (though to a third party, it just looked cute), Violet decided to question Christia's body instead.
'If I poke right here like a sparrow pecking feed...!'
"Just around the cervix like thaaat…?! Wh-where did you even learn something like this…♥"
"Hmm... I don't like doing this either, Christia. But it's all for our sake. That's why your cooperation is so important."
Like master, like sow. Over the past few weeks, as Sin Seon-dong's cocksleeve, she'd absorbed his mindset, mixing truth and lies just like him to grill Christia.
'Master did this to Christia behind my back...!'
While the steadfast holy knight Christia melted into a cock-obsessed sow, how could Violet—a saintess no less depraved—hold out?
Her initial resolve—to merely receive his semen for conception—had evaporated like morning mist under the blazing sun of lust.
Now, her pussy soaked at the mere tease of her nipples in his hands, and her asshole—once a mere substitute—had long been fully trained into a lewd hole always craving cock.
The brutal training that even sharing might not conquer; Christia hadn't endured it alone.
Driven by her innate kindness, anxiety, and urgency to save her crumbling knight from Sin Seon-dong, Violet had shouldered it solo.
Fucked while eating, fucked while sleeping, fucked while bathing—even when he left for work, strapped as a portable cocksleeve, connected 24/7 on rough days.
Her bravado yielded a lewdened body and jealous glares at her own holy knight.
Without the sacred duty and saintess title from the Goddess, Violet would've long since abandoned all to become Sin Seon-dong's sow.
Thus, poking Christia's torn pussy with the metal rod of the Deep Insemination Tool—straddling saintess and cute sow herself.
"C-come on, spill it! You met Master behind my back, didn't you?! Fucked him, right?!"
"HiiiIII?!"
The latter influence seemed stronger.
Her once-gentle nature gone, Violet smirked with sadistic glee, pressing Christia harder.
Under the saintess's somewhat cruel touch, Christia had no time for shock, biting her lip as pleasure from her cervix wrung moans from her.
"Keeping quiet won't fool me! Just days ago, this cervix was hard as concrete—now it's all squishy and soft when I touch it! Tender like pork smashed by a hammer! You think you can still deceive me?!"
"A-ass?! Not the ass! The ass is off-limits, unghiiiit…♥"
Like Christia writhing in agony yet savoring the pleasure from Violet's touch,
Violet smacked her ass, urging confession under pretense of worry—yet her lips curved in clear enjoyment.
'Just like Teacher said! Hitting the ass exactly as she taught—Christia's helpless!'
Even thanking Eleonora, who'd influenced her depravity second only to the Goddess.
How had these once-tender lord-and-vassal fallen so far? One man and his crew bore the blame.
"Haa... haa... hhiiit... H-how do you know exactly what feels good for meee…♥"
"So persistent. You're definitely hiding something from me!"
Confessing would surely bring Violet to sabotage her trysts with Sin Seon-dong, so Christia clamped her mouth shut,
While Violet fumed at the insolence but needed the truth to spy on Master's secret flings with other pussies.
After an eternity, Violet collapsed first.
"Heeek, heeek..."
"Even now, you won't confess? Did you calculate I'd tire out first with my weak stamina…?!"
Sin Seon-dong would've spanked Christia's ass raw, but Violet—unused to exertion beyond sex—left only red handprints on those plump cheeks.
"What secret are you... huuaa, huuaa... hiding to endure thiiiis...!"
"Huuuuh... huuuuuh…♥"
Silence flowed between the pair, suspecting and suspected without psychological scars.
'Can't tell. If I do, Saintess will steal my cock...!'
'Gotta make her talk. Otherwise, Master will only dote on Christia's pussy, and mine might be neglected forever...!'
Had they been less corrupted, Christia would've praised Violet's sacrifice, Violet urged endurance against secret aid—but lust-soaked beasts, sows craving the stud's seed, hid their desires to claim it first.
Yet Christia—the physical expert—held the edge as Violet flagged first.
'Must endure... Fail, and back to that hell—lust unquenched no matter how pussy's tormented...!'
'Can't torment her pussy, cervix too—she clamps shut... What now?'
Violet pondered opening Christia's mouth, then hit on a ploy.
"Hig?!"
"Hehehe..."
Christia sensed the shift as Violet's pressing hand lifted like a lever from a rock—the elastic pussy walls quivering from the Deep Insemination Tool's torment.
At Violet's laugh, foreboding hit; tongue lolling dog-like, she twisted to glare.
"Hey, Christia? Look at this—something fun right here."
"Heeek... F-fun... th-thing? What do you m-mean...?"
"Not sure if it's because I appealed how handy I am at impregnation, but lately Master entrusts me with these semen boxes..."
This has Master's seed—and others too?
"S-Saintess…?!"
"Ahaha, confess now and I'll forgive you. But if not... like this…♥"
Under the saintess's "don't move" command, Christia's body froze to the floor. Knowing she couldn't disobey,
Violet deliberately detached the Sin Seon-dong semen IV bag before her eyes, swapping to a real pig semen pouch and tube.
"N-no... Even if, even then, this is…?!"
"What're you saying? Just thinking pig semen might enter your womb makes you..."
"No! All this time, higguuuh?!"
Squelch…♥
With Violet's gesture, Christia's abused pussy walls oozed clear juices, anticipating sauce to drench them.
"N-no... Really, no matter what…?!"
"10 seconds or I inject for real. Breaks my heart, but your secrecy hurts more."
Words belying her thrill, Violet thrust out her leaking milky tits.
"A-aaa... Aaaa…?!"
'No... Even as a sow, pig seed instead of his...?!'
She'd die of shame on the spot.
But Violet steeled herself, refusing withdrawal till truth—hoisting the pig semen bag high.
Like an IV, pig cum trickled into the tube; Christia's face blanched deathly pale.
"10… 9… 8… Decide quick. Or you'll really bear pig seed! 6, 5… 4…"
"N-no... Really no... I don't want that semen…?!"
Despite pleas, cum flowed unceasing; unable to hold, Christia's mouth cracked—
"Ting~"
"Huh? What's she doing?! Hey, stop her quick!"
"Ah, such bold play—ahem! I'll subdue her."
"3, 2… 1 sec left… 1, kyaa, kyaaaak?!"
"Ungiiiit?!"
A golden flash intruded; Violet tumbled with an unseemly yelp, Christia felt the tool yank from her pussy—
And Sin Seon-dong's scent hit her nose, yellow piss gushing as she climaxed on the spot.