Chapter 395 - Match
The double-edged sword—Violet's best play when she had nowhere left to retreat.
I lowered my head to gaze down at Christia, who was sniffing at the semen splattered on the floor like a dog, her nostrils flaring.
"Huuu… huuu…♥"
She was essentially fully trained at this point. Even with her vision completely blocked by the blindfold, she showed no unease—instead, her face flushed as she wandered around, drawn to the scent of my cum. On the surface, it looked like I had the upper hand, but I didn't for a second think Violet was picking a fight she had no chance of winning.
"You've come wielding a double-edged sword, have you?"
"Yes. This way, I can utterly crush Master's pride, and if I win, I can take Christia back."
For a long time, I'd been trying to corrupt Christia's unwavering faith in the Goddess and the Saintess—the pride of a holy knight worthy of the title—through relentless physical pleasure.
But even as she writhed in carnal ecstasy, Christia never fully submitted. Her mind, influenced by her body, had fallen far enough to secretly seek me out and beg to be fucked, yet she refused to obey.
Even if her heart had been hurt by Violet blocking her pleasure, she hadn't abandoned her duty.
In other words, her body belonged to me, but her mind to Violet and the Goddess.
Of course, my training had borne fruit, so I did have the advantage.
As I'd mentioned before, Christia was teetering on the brink of total corruption, so I couldn't call myself disadvantaged—but it wasn't an overwhelming edge where victory was guaranteed, either.
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If not for the precedent of Eleonora—who, even after submitting to pleasure, had tried to kill me right up to the end—I might have let my guard down. But that example existed, so I couldn't afford to.
Worst case, after I'd had my fill of her, Christia could just yell, "The Saintess is better!" and that'd be that.
From my position, where I had to rely on past training results and whatever came next to clinch the win, some anxiety was inevitable.
Maybe Violet read my unease, because she flashed a mischievous grin and teased me.
"You wouldn't back out now and miss your chance to claim both of us at once, would you?"
"As if I'd do that. So, who goes first? Coin flip?"
"...Since I'm at a disadvantage, I'll take first move."
"You've gotten bold while I wasn't looking."
Normally, she'd suggest something fair like a coin toss, but here she was emphasizing her own disadvantage to claim first strike...
I had a rough idea, but Violet's next move piqued my interest: "Christia, get down!" With that, she lifted Christia's knees off the floor, forcing her ass high in the air.
"Huuuuh… huuuuh…!!"
"Christia, are you getting excited? Even in a situation like this…?!"
Having spent three blissful days tormenting Christia, Violet knew exactly what she was doing. Ignoring the stares from all around, she smirked sadistically and patted the white sow's ass with her palm.
Like stimulating an injection site before the needle, she teased Christia's erogenous zone—her ass—to rile her up.
"Look at that white sow's pussy swelling up."
"She's in full heat now."
It wasn't like Eleonora, Urga, or the elf, whose pussies were puffy from nonstop cock— this showed just how much Violet had tormented and trained Christia to reclaim her body.
"And she's drooling like Eleonora in that state. Isn't it basically over?"
"Shh, quiet down, sis."
Just fuck her brains out and ignore it! Urga whispered to me, but without just cause, I couldn't refute or disobey the rules.
"...Three rounds, though?"
"You can handle that much!!"
"You're really going off the rails now."
Violet ignored me with a snort, deftly connecting the deep insemination tool's nozzle to the bag of my semen, then casually shoved it into Christia's pussy.
"Nnguuuh?!"
"No need to fuss. It's me. Me. I'm the one doing this to you."
This was supposed to be a contest to reclaim Christia's body from me, yet Violet was whispering to her, stimulating her mind and trying to link it back to the body I'd lewdly trained.
Even the SD Character, who usually just teased me, was siding with me—this was pretty underhanded, but I played dumb.
"Uuuhhuuu… hufuuhuu…♥"
And sure enough, the moment those porcelain hands gripped her ass and that voice spoke, Christia—certain it was Violet—began trembling and twitching.
"Such despicable tricks… How could a Saintess…"
"Hmph, you've been getting it good this whole time, so I deserve to play dirty too!"
Eleonora's envious jab as the metal rod slid into Christia's pussy made Violet snap with a bratty whine.
Unable to vent at us directly, she predictably turned her frustration on the writhing white sow in her grasp.
"Come on, squeal louder. Let Master and Teacher know who Christia serves!"
"Brhuuuu! Huuuh…♥"
The hesitant Violet from the start was gone; now she plunged the deep insemination tool into Christia's pussy with Urga-level skill.
Blindfolded, surrounded by the thick scent of semen, Christia had initially doubted if it was really Violet using her voice to trick her—but now convinced, she wagged her asshole wildly.
"Eleonora's got a point, though. No one taught her, but she knows to blindfold and heighten other senses?"
The reason for blindfolds in training stories is simple.
To make the other senses hypersensitive by cutting off sight.
Intelligent beings like humans compensate for a lost sense by sharpening the rest.
If all senses are active, you rely on sight—no need for secondary cues like sound, smell, or touch.
But blindfolded, all that visual focus redirects elsewhere.
So Christia, her touch amplified, felt the tool's subtle vibrations scraping her pussy walls and the hands on her ass—realizing it was Violet, she grew even more aroused, gushing fluids.
She's pouring every nerve into sniffing my cum right now.
Her innate sensitive nose played a huge role in how fast she heated up—no way it was idle.
Trained to cum just from my scent, she'd been aroused since stepping into the house filled with it.
That's why I'd orchestrated the orgy with Eleonora and the others.
Exactly. She figured it out on her own—no one taught her. Ordinary methods won't beat me.
"Hehe, you like this, right? Pressing it snug against your womb mouth—I know you love it!"
"Puhuhuu…♥"
That's why she kept talking, imprinting on Christia: "This pleasure is from Violet."
"That's why you took first move. If I went first, Christia might react differently, or I might remove the blindfold."
"W-what are you talking about? I have no idea! Anyway, Christia? Master's cum… the stuff you hate most… ahem."
Three days of pure venom had turned Violet into a proper little villainess.
As her efforts shone, I watched my semen flow through the transparent tube into Christia's pussy, lost in thought.
"Uuhuuuuk…!!"
"That's it, cum like the slut you are, Christia…♥"
Right on cue, as the white turbidity flooded her depths, Christia bucked her ass up and down in orgasm.
No more, no less—perfect, efficient training.
Violet gazed proudly at the drooling, ball-gagged Christia, convinced she'd gained the high ground.
But…
"Alright, my turn now?"
"Hmph, go ahead if you dare. This might be your last chance to defile Christia! Forever!"
"Hurguuu!!"
*Schlorp—*
Violet yanked the deep insemination tool roughly from Christia's pussy and handed it to me. I turned to Eleonora, who watched eagerly.
"Go grab some scissors."