A few hours later.
After Eleonora had departed, leaving her all alone, Violet buried her face in her two hands, her head hanging low.
"Uuuuugh... Just what kind of depraved things did I end up doing...!"
The heat of lust that had blurred her reason had vanished cleanly after the commotion.
Now, left all alone in the pigsty, Violet couldn't lift her face, furiously shaking her twin-tails in embarrassment at the vulgar and shameful acts she had committed.
"It... It was n-necessary! It was absolutely necessary!"
—I shall step out for a moment.
—Huh?
—Do not worry. Good news will arrive soon.
Unlike Violet, who couldn't recover from the shock of having her clitoris chewed on and sucked, Eleonora had calmly attached rings and chains to her own nipples before leaving with those final words.
Up until a moment ago, Eleonora had been offering her nipples to the piglets alongside Violet like a true brood sow. Yet, she walked past the pigs as if it were all a lie.
Violet, unable to catch her, had stared blankly at the empty space Eleonora left behind... until—
—Kyaa, kyaaaah?!
—Snort!
—Squeeeal!
The piglets, furious that the milkless sow Eleonora had withdrawn her nipples, swarmed Violet. She was forced to yield her breasts to them once again until their bellies were full.
With only two nipples to fill the bellies of so many piglets, it took time. It was about thirty minutes ago that the last piglet, stuffed full of her milk, squeezed in among its siblings and fell asleep.
Since then, Violet had been wiping her messy body with water from the trough. Perhaps the touch of cold water against her skin triggered it—memories of what she had done flashed before her eyes like a panorama.
Even now, she told herself it was necessary, that she knew what she was doing. But knowing it was necessary didn't change the fact that she had committed absurd acts of lewdness.
Violet hurriedly splashed water onto her breasts, which were heating up and beginning to throb once more.
"Ugh... It's leaking again..."
Her breasts, including the nipples, were swollen puffy from how relentlessly they had been sucked.
She had released enough milk to fill the bellies of dozens of piglets, so she thought she would be fine for a while. But as if to mock her, pure white breast milk beaded upon her nipples again. Violet made a tearful face.
"...It is clear that producing milk helps in seducing that man... but surely, seeing breasts swollen like this would kill any desire to s-suck them, wouldn't it?"
Slap, splap.
Every time she patted her breast, a wet, viscous sound squelched between her flesh and her palm.
Violet stole a glance at the entrance Eleonora had used, blushed slightly, and then gently grasped her breast with her hand.
Compared to the other sows on this farm, her hands were dainty like fern leaves. Her petite breasts fit perfectly into those small hands.
For some reason, the image of the platinum blonde sow’s heavy, jiggling breasts flashed in her mind.
"Hmph!"
She snorted indignantly and began to gently massage her own chest.
"Ugh... This isn't the time... I shouldn't be fondling my breasts like this... Hup...!!"
'Did the piglets suck them too hard earlier? Just the slightest touch is...?!'
Her breasts were already swollen. They were so sensitive that even a passing breeze might wring a sweet moan from her lips. Yet, without a moment's rest, she was overworking them by squeezing out milk again.
It was only natural that the sensitivity of her nipples and breasts—forced to yield milk—would skyrocket.
'Why does this feel so good...? It's strange. It hurts, but I want to keep massaging and pinching them...!'
Unaware of the implications, Violet continued to pinch her nipples and knead her breasts until a pool of breast milk filled the cupped palms cradling her flesh.
After letting out hot, feverish breaths several times as she massaged herself...
"Phew-aaah..."
Exhaling the hot air trapped in her lungs as if it were the last time, Violet looked down at her own milk gathered in her palm—the milk of a Saintess, brimming with divine power.
"So much divine power without even praying...!"
Violet sighed softly, realizing she finally understood vaguely why Shin Seon-dong had been so obsessed with her breasts and why he had tried to feed her milk to the weak pig.
'Come to think of it, Christia was also overjoyed when she saw my milk back then...'
Violet recalled Christia saying that milk from a chaste Saintess's breasts was not mere milk, but Holy Oil. Deciding this wasn't the time to idle, she began to slather the milk she had collected in her palm all over her breasts. Slop, slather.
"Like this... Hut! If it's this rich in d-divine power, natural healing will increase without a prayer of healing... H-Haaahnn... It's hot...!"
Had she forgotten that she was tormenting her sensitive breasts and nipples just moments ago? Now, she was spreading her own milk over them to let it absorb.
Did she realize she was making her own breasts—her erogenous zones—even more sensitive and obscene?
"Phew... Done. The swelling is going down!"
Violet rejoiced, shaking her half-twintails as she watched the swelling in her breasts subside as soon as she thoroughly applied the milk.
And then.
Clack—
"Ah?!"
Violet, who had been tidying up her body and wiping away the dust from rolling around with the pigs, panicked at the sound of the doorknob turning. A silhouette of an adult male appeared, backed by the light of the outside world—a stark contrast to the dark pigsty. She hurriedly dropped to her knees, clasped her hands, and closed her eyes.
She was acting out a scene of prayer with a pious heart, exactly as Eleonora had advised her.
"What are you doing?"
"..."
'Dame Eleonora said it. Shouting that I want to be violated will only have the opposite effect. I must stimulate this man through something only I possess, something only I can show him.'
Shin Seon-dong tilted his head slightly at the silent Violet, then walked right past her to inspect the pen where she and Eleonora had been.
"Let's see. One, two, three..."
"There are 37."
"37? Huh? You're right."
"Hmph."
It wasn't hard to count the piglets that were sleeping with full bellies, but Violet snorted as if it were nothing.
'Who do you think fed those pigs, anyway!'
She wanted to scream at him to violate her right now, but she had to trust the plan. Violet kept her eyes squeezed shut, feeling the presence of Seon-dong checking the headcount—ignoring her—and offered a prayer to the Goddess.
A questionable prayer, asking the Goddess to please let him ravage her.
"But this is strange. I didn't give them feed, so what did they eat to be smacking their lips in their sleep like that?"
"..."
"What did you do to them?"
"..."
She wanted to provoke him right there and make him pounce on her, but she held back again. Good things come to those who wait. If she pretended to pray silently like this...
"And what's this sweet smell? And what's this stuff on their mouths? It’s not their mother's milk..."
"..."
"Hmm... You did something commendable behind my back?"
Surely, an impatient Shin Seon-dong would pick a fight with her.
Thus, Violet continued to ignore Shin Seon-dong's words, pretending not to hear. She mumbled prayers to the Goddess, maintaining an attitude that said, 'You ignored me all this time, so now I'm ignoring you.'
Though inside, her heart was pounding in terror that instead of being ravished, she might just end up being completely hated.
Shin Seon-dong stared at Violet for a moment, then began rummaging through the bag placed in the corner of the pigsty—the one containing her water and bread. He took out everything edible except the water.
"Aah?! What are you doing! That's mine!"
"Finally looking this way, are we?"
"Eek!"
She expected him to pick a fight, but she never imagined he would do it by stealing her food.
Violet scrambled to snatch the bread back from Shin Seon-dong, pulling at the bag, but he simply munched on the bread, paying her no mind.