Chapter 386 - Inside the Fridge
Violet dangled there like a hunted rabbit, her twin tails gripped tight in Urga's fist—adorably pathetic, ridiculously cute. But her eyes burned with unyielding seriousness, sharper than ever.
"Hnggggh…"
If the saintess was steeling her resolve and proposing a contest, then her villainous foe had to match that villainous poise.
I grabbed Christia's massive tits right in front of Violet, kneading those springy handfuls like prized trophies, flaunting them shamelessly.
Christia was still lost in the aftershocks—shocked at exposing her depravity to Violet, wracked with guilty thrill from all those creampies dumped inside her right there. She yielded powerlessly to my groping hands, limp as a ragdoll.
"A game, huh…? Those eyes say you're gunning to take something from me. And the prize has gotta be Christia?"
"…As my stake, I'll offer everything I have. If I lose, body, mind, soul—all yours, Master, gladly given. If you demand I abandon my faith in the Goddess, I'll cast Her aside without a second thought and become your sow saintess, devoted only to you and your cock. So…"
With every solemn word from Violet, the purple sigil on her lower belly pulsed faintly. Whatever her scheme, it tied into that somehow.
"N-no… don't run… hnggggh…♥"
Even with the saintess right there, Christia hadn't lifted a finger to save her—instead, she'd gone cock-drunk, creampied senseless in plain view. Now she was splaying her pussy wide open for Violet to see, semen dribbling out.
Did she still cling to some shred of holy knight honor, some scrap of humanity? Or had this humiliation convinced her victory was impossible? She tried urging Violet to flee.
But Violet's resolute gaze silenced her instantly. Then the hot cum trickling from her hypersensitive folds and my hands mauling her tits melted her into a puddle.
I blatantly massaged Christia's breasts, striking a dramatic pose.
"Fine, I'll play. But when, and what? How do we decide the winner? How does the loser admit defeat?"
"…I won't reveal the event, just like you didn't with us. But the date is exactly three days from now, noon sharp. If I lose, I'll bow to you, Master, and offer my virgin pussy as proof of submission. From that moment, I'm no longer Saintess Violet—I'll be your sex toy, your fuckdoll, your portable toilet, your cocksleeve, your breeding sow, serving you for life…"
Three days from now…?
Eleonora and Urga both tilted their heads at Violet's words.
Was something special about that day?
I'd ask them later. For now, I turned to Christia, who was dazedly sticking out her tongue. I kissed her deep, tongues tangling sticky and wet, then smirked at Violet.
"You'll at least give a hint about the game, right?"
"…It's one you'd enjoy too, Master. But I can't tip my hand. However!!"
Suddenly, Violet bellowed with startling authority.
The elf who'd followed Urga in slapped her hands over her ears at the fridge-rattling shout, but too late—she writhed on the floor, groaning.
"…Bad girl, my ears are ringing."
"Ahem. So, what'll it be? Accept my challenge? Or tuck tail and run?"
Seizing her chance, trapped like a bunny in Urga's grip, Violet twisted to flaunt her plump ass, her tight virgin slit, her leaking milky tits—pure provocation. Eleonora trembled with rage and exploded.
"You little bitch! I was gonna play nice out of old affection, but how dare you disrespect Master like that!!"
"Enough, leave it."
"But—?! Ngiiiiiik…♥"
"Khek, wh-what's… happening to me…♥"
Clank. I yanked hard on the mithril chains in my grip. Eleonora, mid-scolding Violet for her insolence, devolved back into a grunting sow.
Christia took innocent collateral damage, but no time to care.
Squelch—♥
"Hnnngh, d-don't… look…!"
"Perfect timing. I was planning to break you into my full sow anyway. Why turn down a saintess begging to be my sex slave?"
Provocation demands retaliation.
Christia still splayed like a frog; I plunged fingers into her sopping pussy, scooping out the thick cum I'd pumped inside—victory plain for all to see.
No need to split hairs on who won; I played the overconfident villain, stabbing those semen-smeared fingers back into her twitching hole.
Christia tried protesting this indecency in front of Violet, but her body wouldn't obey—she just blushed crimson, squeezing her eyes shut.
"Y-you… enjoy that smugness while it lasts!"
"Why're you yelling?! And who at?! Wanna die?!"
"Kyaaaaah?!"
Urga, finally pissed, spun Violet like a top. Violet screamed, whirling like a top in a firecracker show.
I chuckled at Urga disciplining her, then nipped the elf's pointy ear—she was still wobbling, ears ringing.
"…Horny?"
"Recovers fast. Want some?"
"…Not me. Hubby's horny?"
"Oh, yeah, that was me."
Even now, eyeing me like fresh meat—she must be starving. How did elves from her world stay so true to their lust? I scratched her ear like a cat's, teasing.
"…No?"
"Later. Talking now. Even rape needs timing."
"…Yeah, wanna fuck now, but for rape… I'll wait?"
"…"
I let the elf lick my neck to shut her up temporarily, then addressed Violet—eyes spinning from Urga's whirlwind punishment.
"So, any prep for this game? Like how I force-fed you water for days…?"
"Christia."
"…Saintess?"
Christia, still panting, weakly lifted her head at her name—shot from Violet's mouth like a bullet.
"This is our final showdown—everything on the line, maybe our last shred of human dignity. Master, stay the hell away from me and Christia for three days!"
"Sure, whatever."
Home-field advantage meant I could ignore her, but she had a point. I casually shoved Christia's back.
"Great pussy. Delicious."
"Ah…♥"
"No flirting either! And no sneaky touches with lame excuses!"
"Ahn?!"
Christia ping-ponged between heaven and hell with every word from me and Violet.
She'd admitted she couldn't live without cock anymore, begging for it—now three days celibate?!
Her eyes pleaded with Violet, then flicked to me for help.
I smacked her crawling ass—go on.
"Heek…♥"
"No touching! Not even that!"
Violet drew the line, wagering her all. No true villain would cheat now.
I petted the elf filling Christia's spot; she wasted no time impaling on my cock, pounding away for Violet's eyes.
"…Hnn, inferior bitch. Win, can't have this."
"Why only me?! Anyway, enjoy that cock while you can—remember this! Let's go, Christia."
Violet glared at the elf—drooling pussy clamped on my dick, eyes smug despite her blank face. Some weird rivalry brewing, unspoken.
She spat a third-rate villain line—"You'll see!"—and vanished into their pen with Christia.
Three days. The countdown to end this saga began.
"…Lewd thoughts while fucking me."
"…How'd you know?"
"…Cock swelled huge in my pussy."
…Can't even keep form.
Paang—!
"Master, now…♥"
"I'm up too—gonna dump another thick load in this pussy…♥"
The elf slammed down hard; Eleonora and Urga, re-aroused, closed the fridge door behind it all.