Chapter 404 - Match
As I've mentioned time and again, if Christia had spent the past three days in training and abstinence to prepare for today's decisive battle, then Violet—the one who had been training her right by her side—had endured the exact same ordeal.
Violet had gone a full three days without relief for her asshole pussy, which now itched unbearably if it wasn't fucked even for a single day.
She had forcibly ignored the desperate pleas over those three days, the pitiful twitching of her asshole that begged like it couldn't live without a cock inside it every day.
"Ooooh, oooooht…?!"
In that state, without any gentle coaxing, I just shoved it in recklessly to satisfy my own lust—how could she possibly hold out unscathed?
I gazed at Violet, who was drifting further from her saintly image, letting out vulgar moans utterly unworthy of a saint as if she were on the verge of collapse, and said,
"Did you cum?"
"Oooooht… N-no, I didn't… I didn't cuuuum… ooooh♥"
The saint's eyes rolled back the instant my cock slid into her asshole.
No—right before they fully rolled, her consciousness snapped back, and she gasped out, "H-haaah…!" exhaling the breath she'd been holding deep inside.
"Hmph! As expected! You couldn't hold back again and pulled some trick on me, didn't you?!"
"…"
Violet, who had nearly cum on her own without permission—a mere sex slave who almost climaxed before her master—had the gall to shove the blame onto me.
Of course, she knew full well how shameless she was being. Just as I opened my mouth to call her out, she slapped her pale hand on her lower belly and dragged it upward in a tracing motion, connecting her hand to the sensation inside her.
Soon, with her porcelain hand pressed high above her navel, Violet exhaled another ragged breath from the wild stirring deep within.
"Haaa… If it were my pussy, it would've slammed right up to my cervix from the very first thrust, kwwwuuuung… You haven't even buried it to the hilt yet, and it's already pressing against my womb from beyond my asshole—that can only mean…?!"
Gulp!
Violet had served as my portable masturbator and toilet for months now, so she had plenty of experience taking it to the root. But today, to defile the saint and her holy knight, my cock was harder and thicker than usual.
She kept her hand on her belly, roughly estimating my cock's length, then let out a groan and tried to lift her hips—but only for a moment.
"A-ahhh?!"
Squelch—!
As if her hips had given out the instant it went in, she couldn't even pull halfway off before slamming back down onto my slick, juice-coated cock.
My cock, which had gotten a brief taste of outside air, plunged back into her hot, gooey asshole pussy, grinding against her soft flesh.
"Heek, i-it was only three days, but my body, my asshole won't let go of your cock, it's throwing a tantrum because it missed it so muuuch… haaah♥"
"So, does that mean I've won? Or is the match just an excuse, and you're faking a slipped hip because you really want to offer your virginity to me like this?"
"N-no, that's not it! My hip slipped, nuuuuh♥"
Like she couldn't admit defeat no matter what, Violet leaned toward me, desperately trying to lift her ass.
And that's when Eleonora, who had been staring intently at Violet as she hooked her arms around my neck and strained to lift her body, sprang into action.
"Hmph… I thought your talents had fully blossomed by now, but swallowing it to the root is still too much for you?"
"Heek, t-teacherrr…?!"
A playful puff of breath from Eleonora blew over my glistening, juice-smeared cock.
My cock twitched hard inside Violet's asshole in response, and her body—which had just relaxed, thinking she'd pulled out halfway—slid right back down.
"Stop struggling. You're already hopeless without Master's cock—why act like a spoiled child throwing a tantrum? Is that how badly you wanted Master's attention? The match is just for show, and really…"
"I never did that! This is all just a contest to get Christia back! It's not because I crave your cock…?!"
"Haguuuuh♥"
Before Violet could finish, Christia let out a massive wail, cumming from my fingers teasing her G-spot.
In truth, the game meant nothing anymore. Even if Violet won, Christia had already sworn to live her life as a lowly white sow—and now she truly couldn't survive without me.
With the sow herself demonstrating so clearly that getting her back would be pointless, why was Violet still resisting?
'That doesn't quite add up.'
If so, there'd be the precondition that Christia endure the previous two rounds—but she didn't seem all that shocked by Christia's subtle coquettishness toward me.
That meant she either truly didn't know… or she knew and was letting it happen.
"This can't be happening! Teacher, don't you have any knightly honor?! You were a knight once!"
"Knightly honor? I burned that crap to ashes along with my clothes when I swore to Master I'd live naked forever!"
"Y-you diiiid…?!"
Splash! Along with Violet's scream-like sultry moan, a spray of white breast milk erupted from her rigidly erect pink nipples, soaking Eleonora—who tormented her—and the floor around them.
"You just dirtied the floor I cleaned with your milk again?!"
"Nnghiiiit! F-forgiiive meee…!!"
Just like a cock spurting semen,
Before she could even panic at her nipples gushing milk in thick bursts, Violet—whom she had done the same to—suddenly found herself reduced to an onahole under Eleonora's sadistic grin.
"We're in the middle of a match! You can't do this in a fair contest…!!"
Violet wobbled unsteadily toward the platinum-haired knightess, surrendering her body to Eleonora's hands, which now shook her hips up and down.
"Come on, swear to Master right now that you'll offer your pussy. If you do it now, Master will just see this naughty outburst as a cute tantrum. Swear you'll devote your life as Master's sow."
"I can't, I caaan't…!!"
Squelch! Squish!
Her body tilting back exposed her pale belly, her hairless pussy, and her breasts that wouldn't stop squirting milk even now.
Leaning into my chest just like I had against Urga's body, Violet turned Eleonora into a drowned rat, her premature-ejaculator-like tits spraying milk with every thrust of my cock.
"You're cumming(?) too much. Christia, your saint can't control her milk—help her out."
"Another ridiculous demand… E-even if I've chosen cock, I won't obey a command to suckle the saint's breasts, mmm… sluuuurp…♥"
"…"
This bitch, seriously—