A Duel That Is Not at All Honorable
Could it really be said that those who had been anxiously hoping against hope were absent from this place?
No. In fact, most of those now surrounding Sin Seon-dong had watched Violet's actions up to this point and were convinced it couldn't be true.
She was the Saintess, after all.
From Christia's wretched state, they could infer what had happened during her disappearance over the past few months. But surely Violet was different.
Because they had witnessed it themselves.
They had seen with their own eyes Violet's pussy before the cock was inserted— so pristine and tightly sealed that not even a finger might fit.
Unlike her asshole, which was gaping ruined like a whorehouse slut's—blasphemously exposed before the Goddess's sword without a trace of shame on her face—everyone present knew her pussy showed no such signs.
And so they all believed Violet was simply playing coy to escape the black-haired man who had defiled her.
"Yesssss... Anal's nice too, but... I love pussy... Pussy sex, virgin pussy... Even though it's used pussy now, it feels so gooood♥"
"Half your life wasted, huh?"
"Nnyessss... Half my life—no, my whole life wasted... If I'd known it'd feel this good, I should've surrendered to Master right away and begged for pussy sex...♥"
The Goddess's divine punishment would fall. That black-haired man, daring to defile the Saintess's purity in such an atrocious crime, would face her wrath.
But the hopeful scenario they imagined didn't come to pass.
A single trickle of blood symbolizing deflowering ran down the man's shaft from Violet's pussy.
And the Saintess, squirting yellow piss between her legs, let out vulgar moans filled only with joy at her rupture.
Reality was always cruel.
The Saintess had lost her virginity, and no punishment came.
Unlike Sin Seon-dong's world, where gods' existence was dubious, this world's Holy Knights—who wielded divine power and had witnessed the Goddess's miracles—found their minds thrown into chaos.
Did they have to accept it?
Squelch, squelch—
"Nngohhh, it's going deeper, deeper!!"
"You've been teasing me with just the tip, so I'm getting impatient now."
Was that man truly the apostle sent by the Goddess to guide the Saintess, as she claimed?
"Yesss... I'll take responsibility and make Master's cock feel gooood, milk it dry, make him cum his hot seed deep in my womb...♥"
"You're clenching again. See?"
No way.
They'd never heard the words "God's apostle" from the Goddess who guided them or the Saintess.
"...Take up your sword. The Saintess has fallen."
"Don't drop your guard! Tighten the encirclement slowly!"
Unlike the knights, who had witnessed and acknowledged the Saintess's fall under the queen and princess's solemn command and were reforming their ranks, the Holy Knights—who had lived their lives in devotion to the Goddess and Saintess—instinctively began forming a defensive formation to protect Violet.
"What are you doing?! Stand aside at once!"
-Give us just a moment. Just a little longer, one last check. There's a sure way to see the truth with our own eyes and accept it. With our own hands...
Raipelth fell silent for a moment at the Holy Knight's anguished, trailing words, then replied quietly.
"...Just a little. If you delay or hesitate further, we won't stand by."
"Your Majesty!"
Time was of the essence. With the Saintess's fall confirmed, they couldn't afford delays—for her sake, or Eleonora's.
"...Unlike us, who seek to capture and persuade, they're ready to kill the Saintess."
"What?!"
Once the Saintess's corruption was verified, the Holy Knights would cut her down with their own hands. Unlike Raipelth and Ariel, who planned to drag the lust-fallen Eleonora away, the Holy Knights intended summary judgment on the heretic here and now.
They were allies for now, but royal family and church were mutually untouchable.
Even as queen, Raipelth couldn't overstep further.
She had no choice but to step back, subtly pressuring them to act if needed.
Squelch, squelch—!
"Ahh, Master's cock is at my womb, coming into my womb?!"
"You're the one shaking your hips, so from my view, your womb's coming to my cock."
"Heheung... Either way's fine!"
But oblivious, Violet fucked away as if Raipelth and the others were invisible.
"What in the world happened these past few months..."
"I don't know the details, but that man must be cut down here."
Even as Saintess—the forbidden fruit they mustn't touch—she cheered the cock ravaging her womb, her small frame bouncing eagerly, guilt nowhere in sight.
"Heh, eat slow. Too fast and you'll get sick."
"Ahh... Saintess, you're really just like me, under this man...♥"
The platinum-haired knight they sought to save, and the silver-gray Holy Knight called the Saintess's shield, watched Violet fondly or prayed with clasped hands like her.
Stripped of all rights as women and humans, treated as sex slaves—yet instead of escaping, they wagged their pussies like bees drawn to flowers, hips swaying lewdly.
'If we don't cut that man down here, I'll... I'll end up like that too?!'
Gulp.
Why now did Eleonora's words from the day Violet was kidnapped echo—her vow to claim Ariel someday?
Why did her thighs grow slick at that man and his friend's greedy gazes on her and her mother?
Why did her armor feel so heavy today?
"Ahh, milk, milk's coming out againnn...♥"
"Pissing from your pussy below, milk from your tits above? So lewd."
Violet especially ignored their stares, squeezing her breasts hard to spray milk.
"No, not lewd! My pussy was virgin... You saw it was virgin just nowww...♥"
"Not anymore. So you're lewd, shaking your hips on my cock like this."
"That's so unfairrr...♥"
Every time she saw the black-haired man gripping Violet's waist and hips, enjoying her pussy as she rode him, the weight grew heavier.
Her armor felt tighter and tighter.
'If that man catches me too, will I end up like that—stripped naked, not even allowed clothes, fucking like that in front of everyone...? W-what am I thinking!?'
It's all that man's fault!
"We must execute him here...!"
As Ariel fretted her pounding heart might be heard, Raipelth looked equally conflicted.
'That thing... With that cock, he turned the Saintess, and Lady Eleonora, into th—that?!'
Her eyes fixed on the dark-red monstrosity glimpsed each time Violet's body rose.
The cock forcibly spreading her cute, sealed pussy, throbbing to inject its seed.
'Nothing like Father's...!?'
A true symbol of male dominance.
She hadn't shared a bed since birthing Ariel—too long to remember her last time under a man—but this she knew for sure.
"Ugh... So unseemly..."
'...Once it penetrates, no escape.'
Proof stood before her: the fallen Saintess Violet.
The Goddess's proxy, spraying divine milk everywhere.
"Indeed, Ariel. As you said, that man must be dealt with here."
"...We can't let him live."
Unaware of her mother and daughter's thoughts, they turned to a Holy Knight approaching through the encirclement.
In his hands: garments and veil, sacred relics of the Goddess Church with deep history.
Worn by generations of Saintesses, unfrayed by time.
They blackened at evil auras or exposure, alerting to the Saintess's peril—and testing her faith for disloyalty.
A protector at times, or symbol of pure devotion.
The method was simple: mere contact with the Saintess.
It would reveal truth or lie in black and white.
Urga's group had relaxed at Violet's deflowering, even parting for the Holy Knight like welcoming him.
"Ahh?! You're about to cum! Ahaha, in my pussy, my womb... Master's seed, baby's seed...♥"
"Told you I'm in a hurry."
As the pair fucked obliviously, steps toward truth drew nearer—
Whoooosh—
-Huh?
-Sudden wind from nowhere!
-The relic in the wind?!
A ferocious gust shattered the chapel doors, sweeping the red-cushioned garments and veil skyward.
Yet they didn't scatter— like biblical angels greeting a saint's ascension.
They soared to the stained-glass halo symbolizing the Goddess, then circled Violet's head.
"Cock, cum, cock, cum, creampie, plunge deep into my womb...♥"
All eyes turned to Violet, tongue lolling, begging seed amid the surreal sight.
The robe unfolded perfectly, as if turned by hand; the white veil settled over her head as she shook her hips, clenching her pussy desperately.
As all relaxed briefly—
Crackle—
A spark-like, ominous repulsion sounded.
They saw it: the veil blackening over Violet's bulging belly.
The robe shifting from open dress to slutty dark whore's garb.
And—
Spurt, spuuurt—!!
"Nngooooohhh, cum's comingggg...♥"
Violet climaxing, her lower belly's vulgar tattoo glowing.
Holy Knights drew swords, lunging at the fallen Saintess.
Respect and loyalty only for the Goddess's true Saintess—heretics got cold steel.
"Heh... heh heh heh...♥"
Yet Violet merely caressed her belly seductively, laughing amid the onslaught—no defense.
Sensing doom, Raipelth and Ariel tried shoving back the encircling knights—
-Guh, uugh...?
-What the— aaahhh!!
Before words formed, a knight tightening the net was impaled through the chest by a Holy Knight's redirected blade.
"Heh heh heh..."
Violet's sultry, lust-drenched, chilling laugh echoed through the blood-scented chapel.