Why did he ask for scissors all of a sudden?
At my unexpected command, the triumphant look in Violet’s eyes vanished, replaced once again by a rising tension.
"Why scissors... H-Hmph, whatever you're planning, it's useless! Christia has already submitted to me, not you, Master! No matter how good you make her feel...!"
She had just demonstrated a massive orgasm from Christia.
At best, she assumed I would insert the tip of the deep inseminator against the cervix and spin it around. Since Violet had already made Christia cum that way, she was convinced that using the exact same method wouldn't satisfy the Holy Knight again.
'Even if I did make her cum, she’d just insist that she was the one who broke her in first.'
That was exactly why I had spent the last three days training Christia.
I had already thrust the deep inseminator into her countless times myself. I knew exactly where to stab her, exactly how to grind against her insides to make her die of pleasure.
All that remained was to imprint my voice and my touch into Christia’s mind while her pussy was being thoroughly reamed. I needed to make my presence seep into her very flesh and spirit.
For Violet’s sake, Christia would try to endure the stimulation attacking her lewd body, desperately trying to cum quickly to get it over with. She would try to build a mental and physical wall, dulling her senses to anything that followed, forcing herself to reject my touch, however slightly.
[Hehehe, but surely you have a wicked scheme prepared to smash that wall, Master Breeder?]
Responding to the SD Character, I flashed a smile as wicked and deceitful as a snake toward Violet.
"That’s quite cheap, and yet, surprisingly bold. Are you saying you’ll stop at nothing for this final showdown?"
"Considering the things you’ve done to us so far, you have no right to say that, Master."
She sensed that I had seen through their strategy. She was tense, but that smile remained—she hadn't lost her composure yet.
Does she really think they still have a chance of winning?
I laid Urga—who was gasping for breath against my back—onto the bed and stood up.
"Haaah... Haaah...!!"
"Wow..."
My cock, having just slipped out of my Big Sis’s pussy, was still standing proud and majestic, aiming for the sky. The distinct, musky stench of sex and filth wafted from it, immediately catching the attention of Christia and Violet.
I thrust my hips once at those two laughable sows. Like a beast shaking water from its fur, I shook off the slick mixture of love juices and semen clinging to my shaft, letting it splatter around Violet and Christia before sauntering circles around them, my cock bobbing with every step.
"H-Hmph... You cannot break our bond with just a cock. If you admit defeat now, your filthy pride might remain intac—!"
"Have you been doing well, my little White Pig? Did the Saintess bully you?"
"Huuuugh, huuuugh...!"
Because she had been thoroughly spanked by Violet just moments ago, Christia's ass was slightly swollen, bearing the red handprints of the Saintess. But the moment my hand—rough and covered in calluses—made contact, her buttocks twitched violently.
[Hehehe, her body recognizes her true Master's touch like a ghost!]
Just as the SD Character said, every time my hand swept over her skin—Swish, rub—Christia’s ass seemed to lift and reach out toward me, as if drawn by a magnet.
It was an unconscious reaction.
Even though her mind relied on Violet as her pillar, her flesh had been tamed by me for too long. It was a sow's signal—begging for my rough, calloused hand to spank her, not Violet's soft, fern-like palms.
Violet gulped loudly, watching Christia’s reaction with trembling eyes.
What if he hits Christia’s ass? Can Christia withstand being spanked by him?
Violet herself would moan Ang, Ang whenever she got spanked, so she naturally worried if Christia, who had been trained specifically for that sensation, could endure it.
Her worry was well-founded. She knew firsthand what her body had gone through, and she had seen with her own two eyes how I had broken Christia in.
"Eleonora?"
"Yes, excuse me. Schlurp...♥"
"Aaah?!"
"...!"
However, my hand, which had been prowling around Christia's ass, didn't strike. Instead, Eleonora, who had handed me the scissors, knelt before me and began to lick my cock, dragging her tongue all the way up the shaft.
"W-What are you planning...?"
"There was no rule against receiving service during the game."
"That is true, but...!"
Violet swallowed hard, watching Eleonora cherish my massive cock with both hands, her head bobbing as she licked it sloppily from the base to the glans.
But her distraction was short-lived.
"Ah! What are you doing?!"
Violet flustered in panic.
It was inevitable.
I was using the scissors to cut the tube of the deep inseminator—specifically the bridge connecting the semen pack to the hose.
"Nnngh... Schlurp, gluck-gluck...♥"
"Right, I'm going in too."
"W-What on earth are you plotting...?"
Having done something suspicious once already, Violet watched nervously as I spread Christia’s pussy lips. The hole was still gushing out the semen Violet had just pumped into her. Her own pussy twitched in sympathy as I positioned the modified device.
"Good, keep it loose just like that. I'm going to eat you up soon."
"W-Who said they would give their purity to Master...!?"
It was a reflex. She always masturbated around this time.
"Uuuugh...!!"
"Since it's been loosened up, it slides right in."
Every time I shoved the deep inseminator into Christia’s pussy like this, Violet would be fingering her own tight, clenching virgin cunt.
"My White Pig is such a good girl. You're all prepped and ready for mating today."
"Huuuugh... Huuuugh...!"
"C-Christia...?"
Unlike my usual slow entry, I shoved it in—Squelch—following the path Violet had cleared. Christia shook her ass at me, surprised by the sudden change in routine.
"That's right, I'm going to knock you up, so stay still. I'll give you a mating session that feels even better than your Saintess's, so be a good girl, okay?"
Perhaps my words triggered her competitiveness; Violet puffed out her meager chest and smirked.
"Hmph! That’s obviously a bluff! I dare say I have copied your technique perfectly! There might be a slight difference in speed, but the method is identical!"
Is that so!
Does she think I’m just rushing because I’m impatient? Does she think the speed difference is just to give Christia less time to prepare?
"Uuuugh...! H-Huuuuk...!!"
Ignoring Violet, I grabbed Christia’s pussy mound with one hand, spread her wide, and shoved the deep inseminator deep into her vaginal canal.
"...!!"
Unlike the watching Violet, Christia, who was on the receiving end, instinctively realized I was plotting something beyond their imagination.
Her pussy, which had been fluttering open, suddenly clamped down with all its might, desperate to stop the device from reaching her cervix.
But her resistance was futile. The deep inseminator in my hand slid effortlessly over the vaginal walls, which were already coated in my semen thanks to Violet.
If anything, it felt like her meat walls were sucking the device deeper inside.
"That's it, good girl. That's my White Pig."
"Euuuughhh...!!"
Perhaps she realized she was finally about to be completely corrupted by me today. The silver-haired Knightess shook her ass with a mix of rage and anticipation, as if screaming 'Get it out!' trying to shake off my hand and the device wedged in her snatch.
But Christia’s filthy body, already on the brink of falling completely to the level of a sow, would never let go of anything that entered her pussy.
Whether it was a cock or a deep inseminator.
She had become a creature that joyfully welcomed anything that could mate with her, anything that could breed her, guiding it straight to her womb.
"Schlurp, schlick... Glooorp... Chupa-chupa...♥"
Violet was sweating—not cold sweat, but leaking love juices. To show her just how deep I had gone, I pulled Eleonora away from my cock by her hair.
Eleonora had been sucking mindlessly, but I forced her back to reveal the sight to Violet: The handle of the inseminator had completely disappeared inside Christia’s pussy. Only the hose dangled from between her ass cheeks like a tail.
"...Even so, Christia and I expected this... If you think visual effects will shake me, it’s useless."
"Is that so? Hmm... I see... I wasn't going to do this part."
I looked at Violet, who was snorting in derision. I grabbed the hose, which was also dripping semen from the handle end, and began to shove that into Christia as well.
"Buh-huuuugh?!?!?!"
"Christia?!"
The effect was immediate.