Chapter 400: Match

‘Ah... In the end, I accepted it... His cock, that real cock, the real cock I’d only dreamed of, right into my womb...♥’

She had opened her womb, her final bastion.

Of her own will, right in front of Violet’s eyes, she had flung open her womb to seize this ugly man—her new Master’s—cock and guide it even deeper inside.

Right in front of Violet, she had failed to resist ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠this sweet temptation of lust and fallen completely.

“Oink! Oink!”

For a fleeting moment, regret washed over her—what she had done, the choice she had made—but perhaps it wasn’t just blind lust that had corrupted her.

Perhaps she hadn’t betrayed the Goddess and the Saintess just because she’d gone cock-crazy, blinded by the pleasure Sin Seon-dong offered.

“Our white sow, how impressively obedient. Yeah, if you’d done this from the start, things would’ve been so much easier. Right?”

“O-o-oink...♥”

‘The cock is cooooiling against the ceiling of my womb...♥’

As if to punish her betrayal of everyone, guilt had no time to take hold before the cock slipped smoothly into her womb and thwacked its glans right against the ceiling like a flick to the forehead. Christia’s long, lolling tongue twitched wildly as she oinked deliriously at the filthy yet sweet reward pulsing through her traitorous pussy and womb.

“I-I...♥”

“Hey now, no need for words. Just accept it. From now on, every time my cock thrusts in like this, you’ll spread your womb wide open and savor it as my obedient white sow.”

“Oink!”

The faint remnants of her loyalty and pride tried to condemn her choice through pangs of guilt,

but unfortunately, they had no cock to turn her heart back around.

No scent that made her womb quiver just from smelling it, no filthy, delicious semen that could make her pussy cum on sight.

No one to ravage her pussy mercilessly, training her with tools fit only for pigs.

And above all,

‘Ah, aaaah... This is it. This is what I’ve always craved... I wanted to take this cock into my womb. Ever since that first day it kissed my cervix with a smooch...♥’

Violet’s bewildered gaze looking down at her didn’t matter anymore—not when this vigorous cock delivered pleasure that sent her straight to paradise in an instant.

No amount of nightly pussy-stuffing could quell this heat.

“First time with womb sex, and you’re already hooked. Come on, white sow, say it again—who are you?”

“Sh-shut uppp... If you’ve got time to talk, ram that cock deep into my womb already! Hurry and shove that ugly dick into this white sow’s Saintess-betraying womb, o-o-oink...♥”

How could she ever go back when nothing else could fill her womb with this satisfaction, this bliss?

‘I can’t. Now that I’ve taken this cock into my womb, now that my slutty womb has accepted it, I can never go back. No, I won’t.’

How could she return to being a holy knight with this cock in the picture?

The moment she became one again, she’d lose it forever.

No—worse, as something her own hands might have to destroy, she might even have to cut it off with her sword someday.

Of course, that would never happen.

“You like it here more? Or here?”

“Hng! Didn’t I tell you to hurry up and thrust? D-do you not want to knock me up?!”

‘I-I’ll definitely get pregnant. Now that I’ve taken it straight into my womb, there’s no escaping it—his semen will flood right into my ovaries...♥’

Not content with just betrayal, now she might even conceive right after. The dizzying thrill made Christia shake her hips impatiently in front of Violet, desperate for more.

Squelch! Squelch!

“Kgh! Hnggggh...♥”

Violet be damned—no, let her watch—Christia rocked her hips, rubbing the cock gripped tight in her womb back and forth.

Sin Seon-dong stroked her pale ass tenderly, pleased with his white sow servicing him like a handjob from her womb.

“Aww, good girl, such a good ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠girl.”

“Y-you’re doing this filthy shit at every chance you get...?!”

These past few months, whenever he had the chance, he’d branded her ass with handprints like fallen autumn leaves. Today, they felt better than ever. Christia bared her teeth at Sin Seon-dong as he circled her asshole with his thumb.

A cute tantrum from a breeding sow, as if to say this wasn’t praise fit for her, that there was a proper way.

He prided himself on knowing exactly what his sows craved better than anyone—how could he miss it?

Christia’s tongue lolled in anticipation as his hand slowly lifted from her ass, higher, even higher, but

“Wh-what? Why...?”

“Any other time, sure, but now that you’re my exclusive white sow... it kinda hurts to spank you?”

“Y-you bastard... You know?!”

She’d oinked her heart out to become his white sow, and yet this guy’s pettiness hadn’t changed a bit.

“Filthy bastaaard... You know I want my ass spanked, you know I want you pounding my ass and my womb while you do it, so why play these mean games...♥”

Was this really her voice? The voice of someone who, just minutes ago, claimed to be a holy knight, a human?

Seductively sultry, laced with coquetry.

Not a holy knight’s—no, not even human. A voice filthy and fitting for a sow, with content to match. Christia felt her pussy clench rhythmically around the cock buried inside her.

‘No more hesitation. I’m certain—no, relieved—that the Saintess will end up just like me soon...’

Nothing held her back anymore.

No one to answer to.

She wanted to chase her desires freely, to gorge on cock and cum as her pussy and womb demanded.

‘I want to get pregnant... I want him to creampie my womb raw, knock me up irresponsibly like the other sows, waddling around with a swollen belly as I oink...♥’

She’d once seen serving the Goddess and Saintess as her life’s purpose, her eternal joy. Now that she’d quit being a holy knight to ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠become Sin Seon-dong’s breeding sow, she craved a life and happiness fitting that role.

Christia grinned uncontrollably, her ovaries and womb squeezing out eggs in ecstasy.

Then, like a slow-motion video, Sin Seon-dong’s palm descended toward her ass. The ripple as it struck, the electric pain racing up her spine to ravage her brain—Christia cried out as if she’d been waiting.

“Oooooink!!”

‘This is it. This is what I wanted...’

Sticking out her ass for her new Master, getting it smacked hard as he obliged without hesitation, embracing the pleasure shamelessly.

The life she’d yearned for these past months, fingering her pussy endlessly.

Those miserable days of swallowing cum three times a day under the guise of “feeding,” yet only getting fingers and metal rods in her pussy—they were over!

‘No more misery. Never again. Now that I’ve tasted this cock in my womb, now that I’ve thrown everything away, there’s no going back. So...!’

As if rewarding her months of suffering in one glorious go, Christia let out filthy pig squeals straight from her heart.

Sin Seon-dong, wearing his signature sleazy, wicked grin, stroked her ass and asked,

“Came already? You came the instant I spanked you.”

“Y-yeah... I came... Came like a pig squealing while you spanked my ass...♥”

Nothing like a fairy-tale prince’s smile, not even a mimicry, but now that she was a sow, she understood.

“D-did I do good...? Was I a good girl...?”

“Yeah, very good. So impressive I wanna blast my load and punch through your womb ceiling—I can barely hold back.”

“Don’t tempt me with that dirty talk—put it into action if you’re gonna say it...♥”

Now she knew why Eleonora, Urga, and that nameless elf blushed and rubbed their thighs at that smile, why they fingered their pussies.

Superior, with a cock in her pussy and womb unlike them—right then, Christia carefully lifted her head at the snowy-white instep before her, tongue still lolling.

“Christia...”

“Ah, aaaah... S-Saintess...♥”

Violet still clung to her faith in the Goddess, unlike her.

She looked at Christia in disbelief, but connected by the thread of faith, she must know.

The filthy lust pouring from her, her heart turned beast craving cock, her corrupted loyalty and faith—all vivid in Violet’s mind and eyes.

Guilt stirred again, but after hearing Sin Seon-dong’s wicked whisper to turn this Saintess into an oinking sow like her,

Christia lowered her head and began licking Violet’s instep with her drool-dripping tongue.

“Eek...”

“Oink... Flee, Your Holiness... You must run... Forget your dignity and run for your life... If you don’t...?!”

Oiiiiink!!

As if to burn away her last shred of conscience, the scorching pillar searing her womb silenced Christia. She panted madly.

“Where do you think you’re going with that nonsense? Wanna get punished? Huh? Back to lonely pussy-stuffing in that stall for months?”

“Hic?! N-no! My fault, my fault! I’ll stop pretending to be human! Don’t pull out your cock! I beg you! This ex-holy knight pussy, Goddess-betraying pussy, sow womb will serve you devotedly—so torment me more!”

Oink, oiiiink...♥

Christia paled at Sin Seon-dong’s crossed arms and stern glare, shaking her ass clockwise frantically.

Of course, he didn’t actually pull out—thunderbolt of a thought though it was—so each twist scraped the glans across her womb walls.

Undeterred, she kept shaking and licking Violet’s instep.

The moment her last loyalty vanished completely.

Violet’s eyes cooled as she watched Christia lick her foot obscenely.

‘...Just as I expected.’

Violet thrust out her pathetic chest and shouted,

“Hmph! Now it’s 1-1! I figured you’d drag it to the final round of this decisive battle, but you’re stubborn! Still, this is what makes it a real match!”

“...What?”