A gloomy, desolate space.
Save for the few light bulbs dangling sporadically from the ceiling, not a single ray of light penetrated this pitch-black void. Curled up within the darkness, Violet slowly began to squirm.
"Christia?"
As soon as she regained full control of her body from the sensation of floating, the first thing Violet did was look for the Holy Knight, Christia, who had been sticking her ass out right beside her just moments ago.
"Christia...?"
But the answer from the Knightess, upon whom she always relied, did not come.
The only response she received was the sound of something scuttling about in a chaotic herd and the hard, cold texture of the floor she was curled up on.
"Is this... a prison?"
The chilling floor beneath her and the cold iron bars touching her side.
Violet tilted her head, noting that aside from the disturbing drainage holes bored into every corner of the floor, the place bore many similarities to a dungeon cell.
She wanted to look around immediately, but her vision hadn't fully recovered from the blinding light that had enveloped them moments before.
Thus, Violet let out a small, trembling sigh, tentatively concluding that he had locked them in a prison.
'I don't know where this is, but since Christia was wrapped in that light just like me, she must have been transported somewhere too...'
At the very least, they weren't in that man, Shin Seon-dong's house anymore. But could she say the situation had improved?
Violet sighed softly once more, murmuring to herself.
"...Christia was spared from being ravaged, but I wasn't violated either."
Haaah...
Any ordinary woman would be relieved that her purity had been preserved, so why was she sighing?
She had been certain she would be taken.
That gaze. Looking at the sticky, viscous lust shimmering in Eleonora's eyes, and seeing that same raw desire directed at herself...
Violet had been convinced Shin Seon-dong was going to defile her. She let out another cute, disappointed sigh, then squeezed her shut eyes tight, trying to force her vision to return.
"Even if this is a prison, there is always hope. Surely there is a way to gather information about this pla—"
—Squeeeee?!
Thud-thud-thud-thud—!!
"...?"
What was that sound just now?
Along with the squeal of a small beast falling over in surprise, the thundering of dozens of tiny feet echoed in unison.
'Rats? But they sound too heavy to be rats, and...'
Perhaps it was because her ear was pressed against the floor, but this definitely wasn't the sound of rats.
Something a bit bigger. How to describe it...
Ideally, the size of puppies, but with hooves on their feet?
'But do such animals even exist?'
Maybe she just couldn't recall them at the moment, or perhaps that wicked man had created chimeras by attaching hooves to cute puppies.
Prepared to embrace these poor beasts with the benevolence of a Saintess of the Goddess, Violet slowly relaxed the tension between her brows.
"Slowly... there are lights on the ceiling, so carefully..."
Just as she told herself, she slowly made a visor with her hands to block the overhead glare and opened her eyes.
And the moment she finally faced the 'poor beasts' she was destined to meet—
"P-Pigs?!"
—Squeeeeeeeek?!
—Oiiiiiink!!
—Kweeeeeeeeh!!
Shocked by the appearance of creatures she hadn't expected in the slightest, Violet let out a sharp "Pyah!" Simultaneously, the piglets, startled by the sudden appearance of Violet in their pen, scattered in a panic, fleeing to the corners of the sty.
"Ah, I'm sorry... Wait, isn't this a prison?!"
She hurriedly looked around. Pigs here, pigs there.
Just like the pen she was in, tiny piglets were huddled together everywhere, staring at the intruder named Violet along with their siblings.
"They are all babies... piglets that look like they've just been weaned...?!"
She thought she had been locked in a prison, but she never expected this. Violet rushed to climb over the pen's fence to escape, but then something strange happened.
"What is this? I can't cross over!"
—Kweeeek!!
—Kweeeeeeeh!!
Even if she looked ridiculous, how could he lock her up in a place like this?!
Thinking she would escape immediately and regroup with Christia, she scoffed, but her confidence was short-lived. Violet was flustered by the sensation of a transparent wall blocking her path.
"Here too! And here too!"
—Kweeeeeek?!
—Squeeeeeal!!
Just as Eleonora had done before, Violet groped the air like a mime, searching for an exit. The piglets, terrified by her erratic movements, created chaos as they scrambled to avoid her.
The sight of a stark-naked woman rummaging through a pigsty was truly a spectacle to behold.
Violet hopped around frantically, beads of sweat forming on her pale body as she struggled to find a way out. But she wasn't alone in the pen. Eventually, after throwing her body against the invisible wall with all her might, she bounced back and landed hard on her bottom.
"Oh, oooooooh—?!"
Squelch.
Only then did she realize once again that a large set of anal beads was deeply embedded in her stomach—in her ass pussy.
"Come to think of it... earlier... instead of ravaging me, he stuffed that... that strange object inside my... there...!!"
She had steeled herself to be violated and stuck her ass out, but she never expected him to just shove his fingers in!
Of course, if she had been violated, she would have been brutally bred by a much larger tool—his cock. But Violet, who was practically ignorant in these matters, had frozen completely the moment Shin Seon-dong's thick finger violated her anus.
She had been unable to move, her body trembling helplessly.
"And what is this... this inexplicable object...?"
From the moment she started running around the sty, this bizarre tool had been vibrating inside her belly.
She didn't know exactly what it was, but she was certain it was an item designed to bring shame to a woman.
"I don't want such a filthy thing inside my body for even a second! I'll pull it out right now!"
Hmph! Is that all?!
Whatever trick he was trying to pull, it wouldn't work on her. Violet straightened her back and reached behind, grabbing the string of beads poking out from between her butt cheeks.
"Nnnghh... C-Coming oouuut...!!"
Schlick... Squelch.
As the beads slid out, rubbing against her intestinal walls, a wave of humiliating pleasure washed over her. Her body felt strangely languid, and her cunt began to itch with a bizarre need. Violet sobbed softly as she pulled the spheres out of her body, one by one.
Pop. Squelch. Pop.
"This... is the last one! I-It feels weird having it in there, I'll just pull it out!"
With every bead that popped out, her legs grew weaker, trembling as if she were walking on thin ice.
"Haaaah... The more I pull... the more I feel like I need to peeee...?!"
Even so, she couldn't just wet herself in a pigsty.
Violet whined and groaned, trying to extract the final bead. The string of beads, now mostly pulled out and resting in her hand, glistened with her internal fluids under the ceiling light, reflecting her own obscenely wet state.
But Violet ignored the shame.
It was this last one.
The final bead, teasing her by slipping back and forth at the entrance of her rosebud, simply refused to come out, rendering her helpless.
"Why won't it come out...?! It should have popped out by now... The other beads came out so easily, why is only this one acting like this...?!!"
It felt as if someone was pulling it from the inside.
As if saying, 'I will never allow it. I did not give you permission to remove this filthy tool.'
"Haaahngh... M-My tits are leaking milk again... I might really... really just pee myself...?!"
Why won't this damn bead come out?!
While Violet whimpered pitifully, the piglets that had been fleeing from her in terror stopped and began to look up at her with bewildered eyes.
Meanwhile, at that same moment.
Christia, who had also been enveloped in the brilliant white light, twitched her tightly closed eyelids, just like Violet.
"Saintess?!"
Regardless of where she was, her own safety was secondary. Christia desperately called out for Violet to ensure her master was safe.
But the only response was the grunting of pigs.
Unable to wait for her vision to return, Christia fumbled around, muttering.
"Where the hell is this? No, now is not the time. I must hurry and find the Saintess..."
Clang—!
"Bars?"
Her right side felt empty, so she reached out to the left. Her hand met the cold touch of metal bars and the coarse, bristly skin of a beast. No, it was definitely a pig.
The ceaseless oinking and grunting surrounding her confirmed it.
But judging by the bars, was this a pig cage?
"Instead of a prison, why are we here... No, more importantly, what is this smell...?"
A scent she had smelled somewhere before?
Of course, she had smelled pig manure when farmers spread fertilizer on the fields, so it wasn't unfamiliar.
But this wasn't just that. It felt... strangely intimate.
Shaking off such trivial thoughts, Christia whipped her twin-tails around and spoke decisively.
"It doesn't matter where this is. If I don't escape quickly and rejoin the Saintess...!"
From what she could tell, that man wasn't here.
If he were, she would have already lost her virginity and been brutally ravaged.
If Violet had been transported here just like her, she had to save her immediately.
As soon as her vision returned, Christia turned her head to identify her surroundings.
She saw a beast through the bars—a massive sow trapped in a space so tight it couldn't even move its body, rolling its eyes toward her.
The moment she saw it, Christia, just like Violet—though in a slightly more cramped space—scrambled to her feet to look around.
And soon, she realized.
"What is this place?! This massive pigsty! No, it's true that there are pigs, but something is..."
Usually, pigs in a sty would eat when fed in a large pen, roll around, or roam freely during other times.
But what was this?
Why were these pigs packed into spaces so tight they could barely fit their own bodies?!
"And the place I am in is also...?!"
Was Christia any different?
Realizing the bars were surrounding her in the exact same manner, Christia hurriedly tried to escape.
Koo-ung—!!
"Kuh-heeeuk...?!"
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Christia, who had attempted to climb over the bars, was suddenly crushed by an immense pressure. She collapsed on the spot, forced down onto all fours, sprawling just like the sow in the next stall.
She tried to stand up again and again.
But the more strength she put into her legs, the heavier the pressure became, forcibly pinning her down into a quadrupedal stance.
Only then did Christia realize she was completely trapped.
She realized that, just like the sow next door, she had become a single breeding sow locked in this narrow, inescapable crate.
She screamed with all her might.
"What the hell kind of place is thiiiiiisss!!"
The silver-haired Knightess, trapped in the Breeding Barn, howled in despair.