Schlick… Squelch…
"Haaah… Haa, haaaah…!"
A sound that was somehow deeply obscene and vulgar echoed from the deepest recesses of the Breeding Barn.
If one were to ignore the instinct to flee and instead moved toward the source of that sound—walking past the rows of sows locked in tight stalls that made movement nearly impossible, all presenting their asses toward the corridor—one would be greeted by a specific sensory experience.
Those with sensitive noses might frown at the stench of pig manure vibrating from every direction, befitting a pigsty. But beneath that, they would also detect the thick, musky scent of chestnut flowers—semen—and the raw, aroused odor of female flesh.
"Not enough… It’s not enough, I say…"
If one endured the smell and walked to the very end, they would encounter a shocking sight. A silver-haired female knight, completely stark naked, exposing her pale, white body.
Like the other sows, she had her ass thrust out toward the corridor, frantically shoving her fingers into her own pussy.
"What time is it… Ah, still thirty minutes left until lunch time… Haaah… To leave my pussy so lonely like this… He calls me his sow, yet he lets his sow starve…!"
Despite looking like a shocking wreck that would appall anyone who knew her former self, Christia had now fully become the mistress of this Breeding Barn. As if she didn't care about her appearance—or rather, as if begging for someone to come and look—she was wiggling her ass seductively.
"Hng, nnngh…! I am so hungry, yet he does not come to feed his sow! The insolence! Truly, a wicked man deserving of purification… Hng, haaaahn…♥"
Every time her fingers, half-buried inside her slit, made a wet squelching sound, clear love juices mixed with a lewd musk sprayed from Christia’s bright red, swollen pussy, scattering messily onto the corridor floor.
But as expected, Christia didn't seem to care in the slightest. She was too busy moving her hand faster, panting heavily.
"Phew… Haaah… W-What time is it now…"
Once, dissatisfied but desperate, she managed to cool the heat of her crotch with her own juices. Opening her eyes, which she had squeezed shut, she glanced at the clock hanging on one wall of the Breeding Barn, as if she had bought herself a moment of clarity.
Tick-tock.
Normally, the sound would be buried under the oinking and squealing of the other sows in the sty, but to Christia’s ears, sharpened by intense concentration, the only thing audible was the movement of the second hand.
The time confirmed was 11:30.
She checked again and again with her golden eyes. Wondering if the clock was broken, or if she had seen it wrong, imagining every possible scenario, she stared at the clock about ten more times before finally collapsing.
Thud. She pressed her chest against the cold slat floor, squashing her breasts.
"Still thirty minutes… Still thirty minutes left… Ah, what kind of cruel trick of fate is this…? I spent so much time digging into my pussy, yet there are still thirty minutes until lunch…!"
Recently, a change had occurred in Christia.
Physically, her body had become a bit more… fleshy? More befitting of a sow. Her sex appeal had become prominent, designed to tempt men easily. She had ripened into something far more voluptuous and erotic.
'It must be true. Every time that man looks at me, his cock looks like it’s about to burst. Fufu, isn’t it obvious? He comes to find me so often, shoving that majestic, vigorous cock into my pussy for a creampie, and feeding my throat-cunt until my belly is bloated with cum…♥'
They say a woman in love changes; well, a woman who is loved changes, too.
Seeing as he humiliated her daily, pickling her inside and out with semen, it was only natural that her body would become obscene. Christia giggled to herself, muttering under her breath.
"This tongue that licks my lips endlessly, wanting to suck a cock… these hands that yearn to stroke a shaft… even my nipples and clitoris that get hard just thinking about it… Doesn't it all prove how faithful I’ve been to my role as his meat toilet…? Mmn, he will surely… Yesterday? The day before? Just like then, today’s lunch will be a bellyful for my pussy and throat-cunt…♥"
To anyone watching, she looked like a woman completely drowning in lust, maintaining a seductive pose without rest, shaking her ass as if waiting for a mate. While her appearance and personality were clearly twisted, there was another significant change.
Christia’s concept of time had become blurred.
How many days had passed since the first day her pussy was stuffed in front of Violet?
No, surely weeks had passed, so why did it feel like days?
'Wait, when… was it? The day he fed semen to my toilet pussy and my filthy throat-cunt… Yesterday? No. Yesterday he came with the Saintess, so he only fed my throat-cunt properly… No, wait, was that the day before yesterday? Then what about yesterday?'
Closing her eyes briefly, Christia sank into thought, only to shake her head as if she couldn't figure it out. At first, she definitely knew. She remembered.
She used to know exactly when and at what time the filthy acts mentioned above took place.
She remembered where the hour and minute hands on that wall clock were when they were first dragged here. She remembered how many times the sun had risen and set.
She remembered when she lost her virginity, when she pissed wildly into the Saintess’s urethra, when she first orgasmed from a spanking.
The memories of the humiliation she and Violet suffered were definitely in her head.
But perhaps because she had been trained in this cramped pigsty for so long, or because she often passed out from the sheer pleasure given by the cock, losing entire days at a time…
Now, her concept of time and dates had become hazy. Unlike the vivid memory of pleasure carved into her body causing her to leak pussy juice right now, her mind was nothing but chaotic confusion.
However, that confusion was fleeting. Her golden eyes rolled back to check the current time again. The minute hand was two steps? Maybe three steps away from the 12.
Upon confirming this, Christia acted as if all her agony from moments ago was a lie. She began to shake her ass right there, struggling to spin her body around on all fours inside the tight stall.
Grrrrl…
As if to prove that food tastes best when you are hungry, Christia deliberately exerted herself in the uncomfortable stall to make her hunger even more intense.
"I can’t wait to see which mouth he will feed semen to today. Kuh-hum, but it doesn't matter which mouth. Upper mouth or lower mouth, I will utilize the time given to me to drain him dry… just so he can’t spray that dirty semen onto the Saintess…♥"
Her duty was all too clear.
If she couldn't stop him from plundering Violet’s asshole, she would at least minimize the amount of dirty seed he shot into her body. She would use this obscenely trained mouth and pussy of hers to extract as much semen as possible from that majestic cock.
"…If possible, I wish he would piss too… Kuh-hum, this is strictly to prevent the Saintess from being used as a toilet, I have no other intentions."
I say this because I saw him pissing into the Saintess’s anus right in front of me last time!
Unclear who she was making excuses to, Christia couldn't even retract her panting tongue anymore. She was already unable to endure it, splashing her own drool and love juices all over the place.
She had been trained to the limit. Except for her womb—her last bastion—she had virtually become a complete sow. Perhaps having lost all shame, she didn't care that her hands and legs were smeared with the fluids she had leaked.
Christia cared about nothing but the bell on that door, waiting desperately for it to ring.
"If you are late again, I will not forgive you. If you are thirty minutes or an hour late again like last time because you were 'busy,' I will wring you out until that cock can't even stand up…!"
Spouting words that sounded less like threats and more like whining, anxious tantrums, Christia drooled endlessly.
At that moment.
Ding-a-ling~
"Haa, haaaahhn…♥"
Along with the clear sound of the bell Christia had longed for, the corners of her mouth shot up into a bright smile. Fearing Shin Seon-dong might discover she had been waiting for him, her expression quickly dropped back down.
But soon, the smell of Shin Seon-dong’s sweat and the scent of his cock drifted in from beyond the door.
Christia’s filthy pussy, now fully that of a sow, reacted instantly. As if shedding tears of joy, she sprayed a stream of bright yellow urine onto the slat floor, the sensation leading her to an instantaneous climax.
"C-Cumming just from the smeeeell…♥"
If she stayed like this, Shin Seon-dong would see. He would definitely see.
Her disgraceful state!
She needed to hide it somehow, but instead of hiding, Christia pressed her voluptuous ass as close to the stall bars as possible, presenting her twitching, gaping pussy straight toward him.
'For once, he is exactly on time…♥'
Drops of yellow urine clung to her silver-grey pubic hair, making her look even more filthy, but Christia, drooling a long thread of saliva from the tip of her tongue, didn't seem to care.
'I shouldn't hide it and get scolded again. I must deliberately show my lewd appearance to seduce him so the Saintess will…!'
She hated showing him such a disgraceful sight, but she rationalized it by telling herself that if she hid her orgasm, Violet might suffer a disadvantage. Self-justification was now a default option for her.
Clop, clop. As Shin Seon-dong’s footsteps approached, slick love juices stretched like spiderwebs between the cheeks of Christia’s pale white ass, which poked out jaggedly through the stall bars.
Patter, patter. The sound of a four-legged beast following behind him, along with its heavy, lustful breathing, was somewhat irritating to her ears, but it didn't matter.
Judging by the smell, that beast wasn't Violet, but a platinum-blonde sow no different from herself.
"Hmph, you’re here? If you’re here, present your cock immediately. I have waited only for today. All the semen in your greedy cock, this very day I shall—Hiii-eeeck?!"
Schlick-!
'Suddenly sticking a finger in my pussy…♥'
Another climax. Indeed, her own fingers and fantasies could never beat the real thing. Christia instinctively shook her hips wildly, begging for more as Shin Seon-dong’s finger rummaged inside her pussy.
"Hmm, why is our White Pig acting so commendable these days? Presenting your pussy on your own like this. If someone told me all they saw in the hallway was your ass and pussy, I'd believe them."
"Kuh-haaahn…! Again, insulting me with such dirty words agaaiiin…♥"
It was so good she couldn't stand it.
Her body reacted on its own, overjoyed by Shin Seon-dong’s touch, which felt like a reward for her filthy behavior.
This body, already broken and trained, had become a sow that rejoiced sincerely at just his scent or a light touch.
"B-By the way, the Saintess… where is the Saintess…?"
"Hm? Ah, she's sleeping. I bullied her a bit too hard. So today, our Eleonora is taking her place for a while."
"I am not a replacement! From the beginning! This Eleonora is a meat toilet that exists to serve Master and Master’s Cock-nim, and to receive his semen and urine! But that cunning little thing used all sorts of schemes… Sq-Squeeeal…♥"
With another squelch, Eleonora began to smile lewdly, making oinking sounds just like Christia.
However, Christia didn't seem to pay much attention to that.
From the start, her interest lay elsewhere.
"Then, the Saintess is…"
"Wouldn't it take some time for her to come here? Since she rolled her eyes back and passed out with an ‘Nng-giiit’ sound."
"Ah…"
Did she receive a shock imagining Violet being overworked by him in a place she couldn't see? Christia looked toward Shin Seon-dong, who was having his finger—dirty with her own piss—cleaned by Eleonora.
With all her might, she spread her pussy wide open, thrusting her pink flesh toward him as she shouted.
"Slurp… Then hurry! Hurry up and take out your cock! Shoot at least three, no, five loads into my throat-cunt, and then bury it straight into my pussy! Haaah…! That dirty semen and cock! This Christia will take it all on personally!"
The corners of her mouth were curling up.