Chapter 372 - The Suspicious Saintess
“You little bitch! You little bitch! Who told you to pull that nasty shit?!”
“Hiiyaaaak?! I-I’m sorry! I’m so sorryyy?!”
Outside the main pigsty, Violet wailed pitifully under Sin Seon-dong's fingers pinching her nipples.
“No matter the reason, does that mean you get to bully the white sow? No?!”
“N-No! Nooo! I was wrongggg?!”
It hurts! It hurts so much!
Whether it was her left nipple or right, twisted up or down, tears welled up in her eyes each time he grabbed and wrenched one. But Sin Seon-dong showed no sign of letting go of Violet's breasts.
*Schlurp, schlurppp—*
“I was seriously thinking about letting you keep your pussy virginity as a reward for being such a good cocksucker all this time, but nah. Looks like I need to have a serious talk with Eleonora about this.”
*Schlurp...* “Yes, Master. Since my foolish actions have upset you after everything I've taught her... I deserve to be punished. *Schlurppp...♥*
Violet might be whimpering and crying, but her revered teacher knelt before Sin Seon-dong, dutifully servicing his cock with her mouth-pussy like the most favored sow she was.
“No matter the reason, does that mean sows get to fight each other? No?!”
“No! Fwaaahhh, nooo?!”
“You knew that, so why were you bullying the white sow? You're even more vicious than I thought.”
“Hiiyaaaaaak?!”
T-That's not it... This is so unfair!
She hadn't done anything wrong! As a saintess, she'd just heard confession from a holy knight who'd sinned behind her back and tried to absolve her guilt!
Of course, the method was a bit rough—like something you'd do to heretics who didn't believe in the Goddess, a “holy knight-style confession.” That was all!
...It didn't actually feel that bad, and I almost got all the info out of her too!
Sure, she'd only heard about it before—this was her first time trying it—but just like Violet's inner monologue now, it hadn't felt bad at all.
Holy knight-style confession was simple, even among the fanatical knight order that served the Goddess. While a normal confession involved privately telling a priest your sins in a special room,
the holy knight version added “a bit” of violence to forcibly drag out secrets from heretics by any means necessary—a brutal ritual to make them spill their hidden truths.
Of course, they couldn't exactly report “torture and beatings” to the saintess, no matter how much of a heretic it was.
And since Christia had told the still emotionally immature Violet about it, there was some beautification and editing involved—a secret only Christia knew.
In any case, in a way, she'd gotten to try the kind of work holy knights usually handled. Performing this sacred duty made her heart pound—not a bad feeling at all.
“What the hell are you daydreaming about now?! Hurry up and admit you were wrong!!”
“Hiiyaaaak?! I’m sorry! I’m sorry!”
“What kind of saintess are you... You're a total masochist, and now you're even blooming into a sadist too?!”
He'd definitely heard she was a saintess, but she wasn't some sponge absorbing every sexual deviance she encountered.
Sin Seon-dong recalled how Violet had calmly soaked her pussy while pinching her own nipples in pleasure and spanking Christia's ass like she was really trying to pump her full of pig cum. His voice took on a slightly queasy tone as he milked Violet's breasts.
Masochist? Sadist?
Violet kept saying she'd been wrong, but she truly had no idea what her sin was—so she just tilted her head at the words spilling from Sin Seon-dong's mouth.
“If you put pig cum in the pussy I need to use, how am I supposed to use it?!”
“Ah! Then... o-ohhh?!”
“'Then' what?! Now I see—you're just saying 'sorry' with your mouth, but you don't even know what you did wrong?!”
“Uuuk...♥”
Sin Seon-dong grabbed the back of innocent Eleonora's head and shoved her face right into his pubic hair, rummaging in his pocket for something.
“N-No... I hate that...!”
“If you hate it, then don't screw up, right? Drink it all down first.”
“Uuuk...♥”
With a *brrrrut*, Eleonora grinned slyly, then *gulp gulp* as semen poured down her throat. Normally, Violet would envy Eleonora at the sight, but now her face paled at the suction cup in Sin Seon-dong's hand.
“Our saintess says she hates it, but with your nipples and clit standing so hard like this... kinda kills the persuasion, y'know?”
“I-I hate it... hii, hiiik...♥”
Ignoring her protests, Sin Seon-dong slapped a suction cup onto Violet's breast. It swelled with each flick of his hand.
“Hiiyaaaaak... Forgive me! Forgive meee...♥”
“How good does it feel to make your tits squirt like this? No good—this crime's gone too far today...”
“Hii, hiiiik?! Not the clit for real! Please not the cliiiit...♥”
“What's not allowed?!”
Kyaaaaaaaak!
Like her breasts gushing milk, Violet's clit and mound—sucked into the vacuum alongside it—made her wail obscenely, just like Christia had.
“H-How can you do something so cruel... You won't be forgiven for thiiiis...!!”
It hurts, but it feels so good... Being milked like a cow by Master's hands is great, clit torture is great, but this... tormented by such a cold tool...♥
As the saying goes, a child is the parent's shadow—so too is the disciple the master's.
As Sin Seon-dong's personal pick for the most lascivious woman and an irresistible masochist sow, Eleonora's prized pupil had learned perversion directly from her. Pain was fleeting; Violet panted with a face lost in ecstasy.
How can punishment fit me so perfectly? The cool relief from these tits that feel uncomfortable if not milked daily, the joy of being disciplined like Master's sow with such an icy tool...♥
The Violet from when she'd first arrived would have just pitifully cried, “The Goddess won't forgive you!” while shrieking *hiiyak*.
But like Christia, thoroughly trained into a sow—especially after intensive lessons from Eleonora—Violet's body was fully sow now.
She felt no resistance to Sin Seon-dong's punishments. If there was even a speck of pleasure in what he did, it amplified tenfold, twentyfold, a hundredfold.
Of course, she knew she was being punished, so she felt a bit wronged—but that melted away as bright yellow piss dribbled from her vacuum-sucked clit moments ago.
“Master? Judging by her reaction, this doesn't look like punishment to that sow—more like a reward...?”
“Yeah, just like someone else. She might pull stunts on purpose later to get punished.”
“...♥”
Sin Seon-dong yanked off the suction cups from Violet's body all at once. White milk splashed out, soiling Eleonora—who smiled shyly like a virgin.
“Heeek... hheheee... I-I didn't do anything wrooong...♥”
“This bitch still doesn't know her own sins!”
“I-I reeeally didn't do anything wrong! This is just an excuse you made up to torment me, a frame-job! As a saintess, I was just trying to get the truth from Chriistiaaa...♥”
“The truth is you're enjoying this punishment. Let's see how long you last.”
Violet's arms were bound behind her back. She feared abandonment punishment, but soon trembled her lips in joy as he attached cups to her breasts and pussy, tying strings to each.
“Y-You know putting this punishment on me doesn't make my nonexistent sins appear... right?”
“Of course, of course. How could our saintess have any sins? Just think of it as a naughty guy doing naughty things.”
“S-See! How can you think something so evil! You think I'll obediently offer my pussy and fall just like you waaant, o-ohhh...♥”
Her tightly shut virgin pussy pumped by the suction cup drew a piggish squeal from Violet's lips. Sin Seon-dong tied the strings to the ring on Eleonora's clit and said,
“Master?”
“A disciple's sins are the master's fault, as they say. Crawl on all fours today—no walking on two legs till sunset.”
“A-aaaaah...♥”
*Pssshhhh—♥*
Eleonora's gaping pussy sprayed bright yellow piss onto the floor, as if thrilled at the mere thought.
“If you don't confess after a full day like this, we can interrogate you in the truth room.”
Truth room?
“Understood then... Oink oink!”
“W-Wait! What's this truth room—hiiyaaaak...♥”
With Eleonora—already wildly aroused—charging off, Violet vanished from Sin Seon-dong's sight alongside her.