A Duel Utterly Devoid of Honor
“Hehe… If I’d known it felt this good, I would’ve done it ages ago. How could I have been so foolish…♥”
“Ahh… Saintess…♥”
It wasn’t the first time something like this had happened.
The day Eleonora swore obedience to Sin Seon-dong, when the world’s most noble knight fell into the world’s most depraved and filthy sow.
The day they traced the souls of the holy knights who had lost their lives to a certain platinum blonde sow, following the remnants of their traces.
That day, Violet had approached Sin Seon-dong and Eleonora to confirm their faces, which had been carefully obscured, only for her to be utterly exposed to the corrupting aura emanating from Sin Seon-dong.
Having shed the shell of her flesh and been directly exposed through her soul, Violet—who had spent her life viewing lust as a sin and knew nothing of how carnal relations between man and woman worked—absorbed it unwittingly, like a sponge soaking up water.
As a result, she nearly triggered a catastrophe that would have corrupted not just herself, but holy knights like Christia and even the priests.
Violet, the saintess, shared a powerful mental connection—bound by faith—with her devoted holy knights like Christia and the pious believers, strong enough for her to sense their deaths.
Violet transmitted the faith sent to her by them to another being she was connected to: the Goddess.
And the Goddess, in return, bestowed her grace upon the faithful through Violet, as if repaying their devotion.
It was like being a bridge, a transistor of sorts.
But perhaps nothing in this world is perfect.
Even with their mental link, the connection was somewhat one-sided.
While the faithful could only send fragments of faith and faint emotions,
the saintess, who transmitted the Goddess’s grace to them, could convey her own emotions—or even thoughts—if she so willed it.
That was why the saintess had to be purer than anyone, a perfect vessel for the Goddess’s love.
Because she could unilaterally broadcast her personal feelings—what she saw, heard, felt—directly into the minds of the holy knights and believers connected to her.
Even if it was a seed of corruption potent enough to drag even the saintess herself into becoming a lewd whore.
Simply hijacking the route meant for the Goddess’s grace made it easier than milking cum from a cock to plant that seed of corruption in the minds, hearts, and faith of the devotees—who opened themselves solely for her.
(Violet defined it thus.)
Of course, the Violet of before—back when she was captured by Sin Seon-dong, still clinging to her faith as a devout saintess with a burning desire to purge the evil that had appeared on the continent—
had endured those hellish days of training for the sake of her duty as saintess, to remain human.
But had her resolve finally broken because her body—and her guardian Christia, like family—succumbed to pleasure?
Even now, screaming that she had realized the hidden truth, her true destiny, thrashing in ecstasy—Violet had cast aside all her resistance, effortlessly bidding farewell to her humanity and choosing the path to become a sow of her own volition.
Christia, watching her fall from the side, needed no further explanation.
Having sworn to serve at Violet’s side for life, wherever she went,
now there was no more agonizing between her new Master and the saintess. Her pussy twitched at the thought of serving her new Master and his cock alongside her.
Even as she plainly watched her fellow holy knights succumb to corruption because of the saintess, she was aroused beyond measure, rubbing her body shamelessly against Sin Seon-dong.
The thought of stopping Violet or restraining her like the others didn’t even cross Christia’s mind—not even a speck of dust.
“Come on~ Master’s sow saintess, for me, Violet, and for the great Master… um, yes? First, slaughter every last one of these kingdom knights here! No need to enlighten these fools who won’t submit to Master with his greatness!”
“You…?!”
Violet, who had not only forsaken the faith she offered to the Goddess but sworn everything to Sin Seon-dong and his cock—even calling herself a sow saintess—
began transmitting the corrupting aura that had defiled her into the minds of the encircling holy knights and untold devout believers, polluting their noble spirits, corrupting them, and bringing them under control just like her.
It was an act of cruelty unbelievable from the saintess who served the Goddess of boundless, impartial love.
All for her Master alone.
For his cock, she could betray those who trusted her without a second thought.
Teacher wasn’t just succumbing to pleasure!
Now she understood why Eleonora had discarded the honor of knighthood she’d held dear her whole life, stripped naked, and surrendered to Sin Seon-dong.
We only need Master and his cock. Nothing else matters! That’s our fate! To be trained by Master and ultimately bear his children—that’s our vulgar mission!
Nothing more.
Wake in the morning to serve his cock, crawl under the table during meals to suck down his cum, spend work hours as his toilet—filling her pussy with cum and piss—a life truly beneath human.
If she could spend her life as Sin Seon-dong’s—no, Master’s—cock sleeve, portable toilet, breeding sow, she’d gladly discard everything.
Even the faith she’d devoted her life to.
Even the holy knights who trusted and followed her—she could exploit them without a shred of guilt.
That was the truth of this world she’d awakened to, her destiny.
Wasn’t it the saintess’s duty to guide the lost lambs to the right path?
Just as Master had done for her.
“No need to hold back anymore! Kill the obstacles, fuck as you please! For the Goddess’s true love, for my pleasure, for Master—gladly offer up those lives! That’s our new fate! Our mission!”
Queen Raipelth and Princess Knight Ariel have staked their all on a duel!!
-Kill… and fuck…
-That’s the saintess’s will… our god’s will…!
-Th-the holy knights suddenly… aaagh!!
Violet laughed merrily, thrashing in ecstasy, her obscene dark robes—barely qualifying as clothing with her tits and pussy fully exposed—splattering as the cum creampied deep inside her flowed out.
Alongside the cock, down the red bloodstains proving her purity had remained until now.
Trampling her own chastity by her will, defiling it with cum.
“Ahh… it’s the best! I’ve wasted my whole life! Why did I spend all that time just prancing around instead of this?!”
“See? I told you, listen to your Master and you’ll get hard even in your sleep.”
“Just as you say! Christia?!”
“Yes! I’ll write it down right away!”
As the kingdom knights panicked amid the holy knights suddenly swinging swords at them, Christia began recording Sin Seon-dong’s depraved words in the holy scriptures spread neatly on the podium—as if to pass them down to posterity.
No ink, so she used the fresh virgin blood flowing from Violet’s pussy as substitute.
No quill, so she plucked a clump of her own silver-gray pubic hair.
As Christia, still shaking her ass atop Sin Seon-dong, brushed her silver-gray pubes against Violet’s dripping cunt,
they soaked up the saintess’s blood, turning red, and without hesitation, Christia wielded her pussy-hair brush on the holy book.
“On the old Christmas festival, when the Goddess’s saintess and the silver-gray sow realized their fate, the newly descended apostle of the Goddess gladly filled the sows’ horny pussies with his cum…”
“Ahh! Th-there, ugh… five times! Write that he creampied me five times in a row!!”
“Even events that haven’t happened yet?! What kind of history is this!!”
“We’ll make history from now on! Hurry and write it, Christia!!”
Even as they defiled the holy scriptures—filled with the Goddess’s teachings—with the saintess’s vowed purity, Christia’s ass swayed wildly, as if she’d die for her faith.
Alternating between cum and virgin blood, Christia meticulously recorded everything that had befallen them,
with Violet supplying the ink from her pussy.
“Tch, more resistance than expected…?!”
“Mother!”
Meanwhile, Raipelth calmly countered the holy knights’ ambush, skillfully directing her knights, while Ariel’s gaze flicked ceaselessly to Violet—still thrashing, supplying cum-ink to Christia—and Sin Seon-dong.
“To think the saintess would go this far herself!?”
Christia, now surrounded by the sticky black aura leaking from Violet, began donning armor with gaping holes at her tits, pussy, and ass—obscenely depraved.
No time to waste.
Any longer, and they couldn’t guarantee safety relying on numerical superiority against the holy knights.
“We break through immediately.”
“I’ll signal the knights at once, so then—”
A single point breakthrough to skewer the fallen saintess and that black-haired man. The moment Eleonora got a sword in hand, it was over.
As Raipelth and Ariel thrust lances to fend off the stripping holy knights and priests, preparing the breakthrough—
Fwaaah—!
“Ngh, what now?!”
“Mother! Around us…?!”
Suddenly, a long, rectangular wall of pure white sprang up around them and Sin Seon-dong.
Sin Seon-dong was distracted by the screen window floating before his eyes—invisible to others.
“We’re going!!”
“Hyah!!”
The armored warhorses bearing Raipelth and Ariel charged bravely at the foes before them at their masters’ command, hooves clopping louder and louder—yet Sin Seon-dong and his group just stared blankly at Raipelth and Ariel.
To break through the saintess, take out that holy knight first!
No matter that she’s the saintess, without holy knights, she’s just a normal woman!
Christia was still sprawled on the floor, scribbling in the scriptures.
But did Violet not notice?
Staring fixedly at the charging Raipelth, unwilling to miss the chance, Violet turned to meet her Master’s eyes.
Sin Seon-dong stared back at Violet, swiping his finger on the invisible screen—
Slaaap—!!
“Christia! You lazy pig! Can’t you see those charging sows coming at us?!”
“Oiiink…!!”
A dark whip conjured from Violet’s hand lashed fiercely at Christia’s swaying ass, making her greedy pussy squirt clear fluids.
Of course, the two royal women had already witnessed with their own eyes that the noble holy knight Christia they knew was gone, fully corrupted—they thrust their lances without hesitation.
Booom—
A massive impact crashed against Christia’s shield. Raipelth and Ariel reeled from their strike, hoping to break through her—
“Nnghhhaaa…♥”
“What?!”
“Hnggg, s-so… you hit my ass… as expected of the saintess. You always pick my favorite spo—khik!?”
It was like slamming into a castle wall.
Their lance tips, meant to shove Christia aside, were instead pushed back by the squirting, drooling Christia—leaving Raipelth and Ariel in dismay.