At the very same time Christia was undergoing her morning ordeal...
Violet, who was offering her morning prayers to the Goddess as usual, found herself flustered by the arrival of an unexpected guest right at the crack of dawn.
"E-Eleonora...?"
"Hmph. Still praying to a Goddess who doesn't even have a cock, are you? Well... fine. There is a certain charm in such desperate clinging. It means that when you finally fall, that deep devotion will be directed entirely towards the Master."
"Wh-What?!"
To think she would spout such blasphemy the moment she appeared!
Violet wanted nothing more than to recite the Goddess's holy scripture to Eleonora, repeating the verses until this woman learned some respect. But sadly, reality was a miserable thing.
"What... is it? Did that man send you with an order...?"
"That is part of it, yes... but have you forgotten already?"
"?"
Seeing Violet looking completely bewildered, Eleonora deliberately crossed her arms. She propped up her massive, exploding tits on her forearms and thrust her chest forward, straightening her back to emphasize the sheer difference in their biological assets.
"It matters not if you have forgotten. Just as you predicted, I, Eleonora, acting on the command of our great Master, have come to personally break you in for the time being. The result will be the same regardless."
"Huuh?!"
What on earth was she talking about?
As Violet stared at her with wide, round eyes, Eleonora took it as an invitation. She quickly moved her hands behind her head, exposing her armpits and flaunting every inch of her naked, voluptuous body as if demanding it be admired.
"Circumstances dictate that it is only temporary, but I will make sure to train you into a lewd sow just as lascivious as myself. If you understand, answer me."
Train? Her? Eleonora personally?
'More importantly, what does she mean I forgot?'
It had only been a day—yesterday, in fact—since she and Eleonora had faced each other this closely. To be asked if she had forgotten something so soon was baffling.
The only things she could recall immediately were breastfeeding the pigs alongside Eleonora, and subsequently having her ass-pussy ravaged by Shin Seon-dong.
'And before that, surely...'
Violet tried to recall the conversation she had with Eleonora in the Breeding Barn, where Christia was currently imprisoned.
But Eleonora seemed to have no intention of giving her time to think. She suddenly reached out and grabbed Violet’s breast. As soon as her palm squeezed the modest handful of flesh—
Squelch.
Feeling the sensation of milk immediately welling up and leaking out, Eleonora’s lips curled into a sly smirk before she quickly composed her face, feigning ignorance.
"Hiii-eeeck?!"
"It seems your milk ducts have developed quite nicely. To think you would spill your milk so readily at just my touch. Good. You must devote yourself to training until you can offer up your milk the moment Master touches you... No, the moment your skin even brushes against his."
"D-Don't... don't milk meee...! Nnngh!"
As if she were milking a cow, Eleonora roughly kneaded and massaged Violet’s already tragic mounds. She squeezed and pulled relentlessly until Violet’s small body trembled—shiver—only then letting her go with a satisfied look.
"Haaah, hauu... T-to harass me like this... f-from the morning...?!"
"They may be small, but the texture is quite good. Hmm... If Master prefers smaller ones, perhaps you could use this lewdness combined with your pitiful appearance to monopolize his favor..."
"W-Who are you calling small!?"
They say people can exert incredible strength when pushed to an emotional extreme. Violet let out a sharp squeak, slapping away Eleonora’s hand that was still fondling and appraising her chest.
"I am not small! It is you who is abnormally large, Dame Eleonora! I am not small at all!"
Look at this!
Was this what it meant for a silkworm to wrinkle itself before a giant? Violet defiantly grabbed her own breasts with her hands and thrust them forward.
Right in front of Eleonora’s explosive tits, which seemed to grow larger and reach new heights of milking capacity every single day.
Seeing Violet’s frantic display, a sound escaped Eleonora’s tightly sealed lips.
Pfft.
It was the sound of leaking air. A sound of unbearable, barely suppressed ridicule. Offended by that unpleasant noise, Violet impulsively grabbed the rings piercing Eleonora’s nipples.
Intending to give her a taste of her own medicine, she tried to pull Eleonora’s breasts upward, as if making her stand with her hands raised in punishment.
But...
"Wh-What... is this...? Th-this weight...?!"
"What are you doing? Hurry up and torment me. To have my nipples bullied by hands other than Master’s... I can barely endure the stimulation...♥"
"Eeek... Hnnngh, hnnnngh!"
It was an overwhelming sense of mass, as if she were holding a massive watermelon in each hand.
'Heavy! They're incredibly heavy! Wh-what on earth is this?! How can they be this heavy and not sag at all...!'
Where in the world could such breasts exist? Were these truly breasts? These obscenely large, heavy, yet perfectly elastic things... these were...!
"These aren't breasts!! They're monsters!!"
"??"
In the end, like Atlas trying to lift the world, Violet collapsed onto the spot, unable to lift Eleonora’s chest, and hugged her own modest bosom instead.
And at the same time, a thought struck her.
The reason he hadn't fucked her yet was because of these tits.
'It's because he's surrounded by breasts like these! That's why that man shows no interest in me!'
Violet muttered inwardly, picturing the women surrounding Shin Seon-dong. Eleonora, Urga, and even Christia—who wasn't technically his woman yet but possessed massive breasts that rivaled the others.
Every single one of them had tits ranging from the size of a child's head to bigger than an adult's skull.
'I'm the only one with no chest!'
She was the only one.
Truly, all the other women had tits.
Only she had none.
Even though she was a wretched sex slave, stripped naked and unable to wear a single stitch of clothing, the sense of defeat as a woman—rather than a Saintess—was enough to bring tears to Violet's eyes, despite her vow never to cry again.
It wasn't just a strange inferiority complex stemming from physical differences. It was the realization that because of her physical inadequacy, Shin Seon-dong had not yet properly ravaged her.
And the fact that she wasn't being fucked meant that Christia was suffering that much more in her place.
Whatever else happened, she didn't want to force any more sacrifice upon Christia, who had thrown away her body solely to protect her ignorant liege. For Violet, there was nothing more heartbreaking than that.
In the end, half out of frustration and half out of sorrow...
Overwhelmed by confusing emotions, Violet sat there, tears welling up in her eyes.
"Do not cry."
"Huh?"
"I said, do not cry. The only moment you are permitted to weep is when Master tears apart your virgin pussy! Do not think for a second that crying like this will make Master look back at you!"
"Eeek...!"
She didn't understand anything! Eleonora was saying that because she was adored by him! She was loved enough that she complained about not being fucked while covered head to toe in his semen!
Violet looked up at Eleonora with tear-filled eyes.
Of course, she couldn't see Eleonora’s face because the massive wall of tits blocked her view.
But at that moment, Violet recalled a certain fact.
She had definitely asked Eleonora for something before coming here...
'Come to think of it, the reason I was able to be... violated in that way yesterday...'
Wasn't it after Eleonora had arrived?
Thinking back, it was true. Although Shin Seon-dong visited her often, it was strictly to check on his livestock—to see if his captive had died, if she was eating well, and so on.
Aside from the anal plug stuck in her ass-pussy, he had never laid a hand on her sexually.
Until yesterday, when she breastfed the pigs alongside Eleonora.
But that result had only come about because she had said something to Eleonora.
'Back then, I definitely... Ah?!'
Did she remember?
Violet subtly adjusted her posture. Although Eleonora couldn't see clearly past her own breasts, she sensed Violet shifting and realized the Saintess had recalled the words she spoke yesterday. Yet, Eleonora did not voice it.
After all, it was Violet who had forgotten the request she made herself.
'Master said the process of realizing it is important.'
And so, the platinum-blonde sow waited patiently, just as her Master had once waited for her when she was running wild without knowing her place.
It was up to Violet to decide whether to revoke that decision or to reach out her hand once more.
But Eleonora knew.
Doing it once is difficult. Doing it twice, or three times... becomes surprisingly easy.
'Perhaps being fucked in her asshole by Master yesterday caused a change of heart. For instance, a rise in confidence that wasn't there before, or perhaps she's formulating her own strategy to seduce Master.'
Although she didn't say it aloud, Eleonora actually held Violet in quite high regard.
Not Violet the Saintess, but Violet the Sow.
'That fragility, looking as if she might blow away with a single gust of wind... Her petite frame actually provokes a protective instinct, but those smooth, fat-free curves immediately convert that protective instinct into lust. A genius of a different kind than myself...!'
Above all, the reason Eleonora rated Violet so highly was because of the intense curiosity about sex that Violet harbored—her natural aptitude as a sow.
'Perhaps it's because she realized in just a few days that all her knowledge of sex was false, combined with witnessing the act of baby-making right before her eyes... Sexual knowledge is flooding into her mind in a short period...'
In short, she was showing an interest in lewd things.
The spirit of inquiry—wanting to peek over the edge even knowing it was dangerous, wanting to move forward even knowing what awaited at the end.
Whether it was because her ripe female body was reacting to the potent pheromones of the male known as Shin Seon-dong, one couldn't be sure. But Violet wanting to be fucked by him wasn't solely due to her hidden schemes.
She possessed the qualifications to become a sufficiently lascivious sow, yet she was rotting away her talent, dedicating her faith to the Goddess in the position of a Saintess without even knowing her own true nature. Eleonora could not abide it.
So when Violet asked for her teachings yesterday, Eleonora had intended to train her calmly even without a direct order from Shin Seon-dong. But seeing Violet had seemingly forgotten, she was annoyed.
She wanted to knock her down right now and discipline that pussy and those nipples thoroughly. However, Eleonora gave Violet one more chance to choose.
As if saying this was the last time, lest she change her mind again later.
Of course, Eleonora had no intention of letting Violet go from the start.
Deliberately, she let her own lewd love juices flow down her thighs.
Drip...
She forced the naive Saintess to smell the scent of a depraved female—the odor of love juices mixed with Master's semen.
As if to say, 'If you follow me, this semen will be yours too.'
A hand of corruption that could not be refused, that must not be refused.
However, seeing Violet still hesitating to speak, Eleonora decided it was time to give her a push, just as Shin Seon-dong had done for her. She let out a small sigh.
"Yesterday, when your knight was being broken by Master... what did you say to me?"
Flinch.
As soon as Eleonora’s words ended, Violet’s body trembled violently.
"C-Can I call you... Teacher...?"
"Call me whatever you wish."
Seeing Violet ask for her teachings again—no, asking to form the bond of master and apprentice—Eleonora seemed to smile with satisfaction.
Then, immediately, she thrust her crotch toward Violet’s face and commanded.
"Lick it."
"...Huh?"
"Are you deaf? I said, lick my pussy."