A double-edged sword. It was the best move Violet could make, having been backed into a corner with nowhere left to retreat.
I lowered my gaze to Christia, who was sniffing at the spunk spilled on the floor like a bitch in heat.
"Haaah… Haaah…♥"
Ideally, I already looked like the clear winner. She was completely broken—trained to the point where, even with her vision blocked by a blindfold, she didn’t show a hint of anxiety. instead, her face flushed red just from the scent of my semen. However, I didn’t harbor even a shred of the thought that Violet had picked a fight she couldn't win.
"So, you’ve come wielding a double-edged sword?"
"Yes. With this method, I can completely crush your pride, Master Breeder. And if I win, I can take Christia back."
For a long time, I had been trying to defile her loyalty to the Goddess and the Saintess—that steadfast faith one could call the pride of a Holy Knight—through ceaseless physical pleasure.
However, while Christia panted and writhed in carnal ecstasy, she did not yield. Likewise, even though her mind, influenced by her corrupted flesh, had fallen enough to secretly seek me out and beg to be raped behind Violet’s back, she had not truly submitted.
Even if she resented Violet for blocking her pleasure, she hadn't abandoned her duties.
You could say her body belonged to me, but her mind still belonged to Violet and the Goddess.
Of course, given the results of her training so far, it was true that I held the advantage.
As I mentioned before, Christia was teetering on the brink of total corruption, so I couldn't say the situation was unfavorable. But at the same time, it wasn't a state where I could guarantee an overwhelming victory.
"?"
If the precedent of Eleonora didn't exist—if there wasn't the clear example of Eleonora trying to kill me until the very, very end despite succumbing to pleasure—I might have let my guard down.
To put it bluntly, if Christia enjoyed herself to the fullest and then simply declared, 'The Saintess was better!' then it would be all over.
From the position of having to settle this solely through the results of her past training and the process about to unfold, I couldn't help but feel a twinge of anxiety.
Violet seemed to read my agitation, wearing a mischievous, teasing smile as she provoked me.
"Surely you aren't going to back out now and miss the chance to acquire both of us at once?"
"As if I would. So, who goes first? How are we deciding? Coin toss?"
"…Since I am at a disadvantage, I will take the first turn."
"You’ve become quite brazen since I last saw you, haven't you?"
Usually, one would suggest a fair coin toss in this situation. But emphasizing her disadvantage to claim the initiative…
[I wonder what she is thinking?]
I had a rough idea, but my interest was piqued as I watched Violet command, "Christia, get down!" causing Christia to lift her knees from the floor and raise only her hips high into the air.
"Huuuugh… Huuuuuh…!!"
"Christia, are you getting excited? Are you actually getting wet in a situation like this…?!"
It seemed certain that she had spent a very enjoyable three days with Christia. Despite the numerous gazes pouring down on them, Violet wore a smile full of sadism as she lightly patted the white sow's buttocks with her palm.
Pat, pat.
Just like tapping a vein to stimulate it before an injection, she was exciting Christia by stimulating her ass—one of her primary erogenous zones.
"My god, look at how swollen that white sow's cunt is."
"She has gone completely into heat."
Her nether lips were puffy and engorged, just like Eleonora, Sister Urga, or the Elves after accepting my cock relentlessly. It was proof of how much Violet had tormented and trained Christia, and how much effort she had poured into reclaiming Christia’s body for herself.
"Wait, looking at how her mouth is twitching and making those sucking motions just like Eleonora that bitch… isn't it basically over already?"
"Shh, keep it down a little, Big Sis."
Just ignore it and jam your cock in! Big Sis Urga whispered to me, but as I said, unless there was a legitimate reason, I couldn't leave room for objection or disobedience.
"…More importantly, three rounds?"
"You can at least grant me that much!!"
"You’re really going all out now, aren't you?"
Instead of answering, Violet just snorted. She skillfully connected the nozzle of the deep injector to the vinyl pack containing my semen, then nonchalantly began to shove the rod into Christia's pussy.
"Nnnghhhuuuuh?!”
"There is no need to make a fuss. It’s me. It’s me. I am the one doing this for you."
[Huh, that looks like a foul to me.]
Despite claiming this was a contest to reclaim Christia’s body from me, Violet was constantly whispering her own voice into Christia’s ears to stimulate her mind. She was attempting to resonate with the body that had been lewdly broken by me.
It was a rather dirty tactic—enough that even the SD Character, who usually focused on teasing me, took my side—but I pretended not to notice.
"Ouuughhh, huhuuugh…♥"
As expected—or perhaps inevitably—Christia, convinced by the jade-like hand gripping her ass and the familiar voice that it was indeed Violet, began to tremble uncontrollably.
"Using such a despicable trick… How can she call herself a Saintess?"
"Hmph! I’ve been on the receiving end this whole time, so I have the right to use dirty tricks too!"
Violet shrieked in response to Eleonora, who had been watching with envious eyes every time the metal rod slid into Christia's cunt.
Of course, since she couldn't openly express her dissatisfaction to us, it was obvious that the spark of her anger would be directed at the white pig writhing under her hands.
"Now, squeal louder. Tell the Master Breeder and the others exactly who Christia serves!"
"Burrrgh! Haaahhn…♥"
The Violet who used to tremble with fear was nowhere to be seen. Now, she was shoving the deep injector into Christia's pussy as skillfully as Sister Urga.
Wearing a blindfold, surrounded by the thick stench of semen… At first, Christia suspected I might be tricking her by mimicking Violet’s voice. But now, fully convinced, her asshole was twitching and gaping in anticipation.
"Still, I have to admit, Eleonora has a point. Who taught her to block the vision to focus the nerves on other senses? How did she know that?"
The reason for blindfolding in common training scenarios is quite simple.
It is to make the other senses, excluding vision, more sensitive.
When one of the five senses is blocked or disabled for some reason, intellectual beings, including humans, become hypersensitive in their other sensory organs to compensate for the absence.
If one performs an act of recognition while all five senses are active, there is no need for additional actions like listening intently, sniffing, or touching, because vision is dominant.
However, in a case like this where the eyes are covered, all the nerves that were poured into vision are diverted to the other sensory organs.
Through her heightened sense of touch, Christia felt the minute vibrations of the deep injector pushing past her vaginal walls and the sensation of the hand gripping her buttocks.
She realized that the one fucking her pussy was Violet, and that was why she was getting even more excited, pouring out her juices.
[Eh? What about smell?]
'She's pouring all her focus into smelling the semen right now.'
It would be unreasonable to think that Christia's naturally sensitive sense of smell was idle when she was getting aroused this quickly.
One way or another, she had been trained to cum just from the smell of my semen. It was no exaggeration to say she was aroused the moment she stepped into this house.
After all, that was partly why I deliberately held an orgy with Eleonora and the others beforehand.
[So, basically, the White Pig is getting aroused by the Breeder's semen scent, but the Saintess is stimulating her touch and hearing to claim that she is the one arousing her? She's doing something similar to brainwashing the White Pig?]
'Exactly. No one could have taught her that; she intuited it herself. She realized she couldn't win with normal methods.'
"Fufu, here, you liked this spot, didn't you? I know you love it when I grind it right against your cervix!"
"Pwahh-ahhn…♥"
That’s why she kept talking to her, continuously injecting the perception into Christia that 'this pleasure is being given by Violet.'
"So that’s why she insisted on taking the first turn. She must have thought that if I touched her first, she wouldn't know how Christia would react, or that I might take off the blindfold."
"I-I have no idea what you are talking about! Now, Christia? Here comes the Master's semen that Christia loves the most… Ahem, hates the most!"
Having harbored malice for three days, Violet was deliberately choosing to act like a villainess.
As if Violet's hard work was paying off, watching the semen flow through the transparent hose and into Christia's pussy, I quietly pondered.
"Ouuuughhh…!!"
"Come on, cum miserably like you always do, Christia…♥"
And in that moment, as the white, cloudy liquid flowed into Christia’s body, the white sow shook her hips violently up and down and reached her climax.
"Hiiieeeeeek—!!"
It was neither too much nor too little—truly a clean, superfluous-free training session.
Violet looked down at Christia, whom she had sent over the edge with her own hands. perhaps thinking she had reached the high ground, a battlefield advantageous over me.
She looked triumphantly at Christia, who was drooling saliva past the ball gag, with a gaze that seemed to say, 'Well done,' but well…
"Now then, is it my turn?"
"Hmph, try it if you can. The only time you can humiliate Christia is probably right now! From now on! Forever!"
"Huuuugghhh!!"
Squelch— Schlurp—
Violet roughly yanked the deep injector out of Christia's pussy and handed it to me. I turned to Eleonora, who was watching us with eyes full of intrigue, and spoke.
"Go get me the scissors."