"Haaah... So much cum, just... overflowing...!!"
It looked as if someone had dumped a literal truckload of spunk into Christia's stall.
Drenched as if she’d been marinating in a drum of semen, Christia crawled toward the trough.
Usually, I call her a White Sow, but right now, she moved with the dainty steps of a lewd alley cat prowling through the hell of lust.
Squelch.
"Sssssuuup, haaah... Just how much did you shoot...? Are you really planning to kill me with this? Sssuuup, wheuuuw...♥"
With every step of her front paws, impossibly thick globs of seed dripped onto the floor. Upon reaching her trough, she buried her nose in it, nostrils flaring as she inhaled the scent.
However, even though I had given her the fodder, she didn't eat immediately. Her tongue darted out incessantly, licking her lips, but her eyes held a trace of hesitation as she looked up at me.
"What's wrong?"
"..."
"Ah... Eat. You can eat it. I gave it to you specifically to eat, so why are you hesitating in front of your fodder?"
"Is... is it really okay...? Usually, you tell me not to eat until I have permission, or... Hah?! Don't tell me you're making me let my guard down so you can jam your cock into my throat-cunt?! To plot such a heinous act... I-I won't be fooled—aaaaahn...♥"
Except for her tone, her behavior was basically that of a sex slave or a white sow rather than a Holy Knight. She even pulled her cheek open with one hand, secretly hoping I would stab her throat with my meat.
Since I’m a good owner who never holds back praise when his animals behave, I ignored the cum plastered in her hair and petted her gently.
"You've followed my training so well and become such a slut... I shot more than enough to burst your stomach as a reward for your hard work. Eat up. You're a pig, not a dog—why are you asking the Master for permission to ea—"
"Ha-oop!"
Spla-aaaa-ash!
"...Oh my."
Before I could even finish my sentence, Christia—unable to hold back any longer—had slammed her face into the feed trough.
It looked like the Pensieve from Harry Potter, where one dips their face in to see memories, but instead, Christia had dove headfirst into a pool of semen with a wet thud.
Gulp! Gulp! Gulp!
For a moment, I wondered if she had passed out from the impact.
But the sound of her throat working furiously reached my ears.
And her ass was trembling incessantly, signaling that she was reaching orgasm just by drinking my seed.
"Puh-haaa... Haaah... It... It’s so thick, it was... a close call. I cannot let the Saintess see such thick semen. It’s a good thing I seduced you... I absolutely cannot show this kind of cum to the Saintess... I will slurp it all up right heeeeere~♥"
She only surfaced periodically to fill her lungs with air before diving back in, lapping up the semen with her tongue like a dog while keeping a watchful eye (?) on me.
Realizing I didn't need to worry about her survival, I sighed in relief and crouched down to meet Christia's eye level.
And then,
"Let me help you out."
"W-What are you doing?! Sto—"
Squelch—!
She didn't have time to question why I had placed my hand on the back of her head. I pressed down, shoving her face back into the semen puddle before she could resist.
Glug-glug-glug!!
Bubbles rose to the surface as air escaped. Belatedly, she tried to resist, but Christia had already lost nearly all her dignity as a Holy Knight to the semen-hell orgasm.
She was trembling with pleasure at the sensation of drowning in cum; there was no way she could overpower my grip, even if I was just a civilian in terms of stats.
"Mmph! Gulp, gu-uuulp, w-waiii—mph-gurgle?!"
Squelch, splash!
"Come on, hurry up. I have work to do, and it’s my duty to watch you finish your meal until the end. If you dawdle, I can't do my next task. A sow shouldn't trouble her Master, right? So eat quickly while I help."
"Oooogh! Ooooogh! O-Oooogh...♥"
Even in this moment, Christia didn't try to escape my training. Instead, she seemed mesmerized by the fodder in front of her. Unless she was truly about to die, she wouldn't lift her face from the trough.
When I trained Eleonora, I had to enforce hunger to break her through "Seminal Intake Training."
But in Christia's case, as she had claimed many times herself:
She was actively participating (or pretending to) in the training to prevent me from even thinking about approaching Violet—to block my demonic reach from the Saintess using her own voluptuous body.
But just as white paper turns black if you keep dipping it in ink, Christia was turning. Because she submitted to the training every day, half-willingly and half-forced, her body was on the verge of total collapse.
"Is it tasty?"
"Puh-hah... W-What...? Don't ask such things! Who would find this filthy, smelly... yet exquisitely smooth-swallowing, melt-on-the-tongue semen to be...?! Schlrrruuuup!!"
At first, she wouldn't even look at it, treating it with disgust. Now, she was gobbling it up as if terrified someone would steal it, treating the semen she claimed to despise like a gourmet delicacy beyond compare.
Of course, part of this was due to the physical and constitutional changes caused by the SD Character. But beyond that, she had become a female who genuinely wanted to be bred by me.
She had become a sow who fawned over me for sex, just like Eleonora or Big Sis Urga. From the moment she decided to sacrifice herself for Violet and willingly let me violate her, this was the destined outcome.
"Slurp, who, schlurp-gluck, who would think this stuff is delicious...? The only ones who would think to eat your semen and not share a drop with anyone else... Puh-heh, are Sir Eleonora and me! Me, Christia...! Only I can devour it voraciously like a dog or pig! I’ll prove it now, so watch closely...!"
Did she even realize what she looked like?
Covered entirely in white fluid, speaking like that... did she know she looked exactly like a Holy Knight cosplaying as a sow?
Of course, I could still see the aspect of the noble Knight sacrificing herself for Violet, but as she spouted those words, her eyes never left my cock and the semen.
Seeing the dark greed swirling in those once-bright golden eyes, I felt a sense of relief and pressed Christia's head down firmly once more.
A peaceful moment descended upon the Breeding Barn.
Gulp, gulp, gulp!
'Whew, that was actually close.'
[ Huh? Did something happen... Oh my goodness, you really unloaded a feast there! ]
Amidst the disgusting, wet sounds of Christia's feeding, the SD Character—having finished cleaning the room—responded to my thoughts.
'I didn't expect it to make such a mess just because I cranked the ejaculation volume to the max.'
[ Hehe, despite saying that, you didn't feel too bad, did you? ]
The SD Character glanced down at Christia, who was soaked in semen and actively emptying her trough, and flashed a lewd grin.
'I was a bit flustered, but... yeah, somewhat.'
[ Hehehe, everyone is like that at first! Later on—oops, watch my mouth. ]
"?"
What was she trying to say? As I tilted my head at the SD Character tapping her own lips...
"...Now take your hand off."
"Huh?"
When did she eat all of that?
The trough was completely empty, the bottom scraped clean. Christia, having lifted her face from the bucket, glared at me with sharp eyes.
"You ate all of that already?"
"Hmph, you call that 'a lot'? That must be the limit of your cock. Why, it looks like not a single drop will come out n— Buuuuurp!?"
"..."
Suddenly, a lie-like silence fell over the Breeding Barn.
Tick, tock.
After about ten seconds passed, Christia's face turned tomato red. She averted her gaze from mine.
"...A-Anyway, it's not enough. I said it's not enough!"
"Is... that so?"
Even though I was training her, I hadn't intended to be mean to Christia after she showed such a disgraceful sight—a semen burp, the peak of unseemliness.
But Christia, for whatever reason, let out a wet sploosh of juices from her crotch. She flopped down onto the stall floor, which was just as covered in semen as she was.
She assumed her trademark pose: face down, ass high in the air. She spread her pussy, the hair matted with dried semen, wide open and shouted.
"Here! L-Look! My upper stomach is filled, but this stomach—this mouth—is still crying out that it's hungry! As I said, I will devour your semen without leaving a single drop, with this mouth and pussy! So hurry up and pour your filthy lust into my cunt!!"
"...I feel like I'm the one losing out here."
Schlorp-!
"Nnngggiiiiiiiiiit!!"
Of course, I wasn't one to refuse.