Could it be said that those who were anxiously waiting with bated breath were not present here?
No. Most of the people currently surrounding Shin Seon-dong had been watching Violet’s actions up until now, holding onto the thought that 'surely, it cannot be.'
She was not just anyone; she was the Saintess.
Looking at the sorry state of Christia, one could sufficiently infer what had happened during the months she was missing, but they still thought Violet would be different.
After all, they had been watching.
Before Violet had inserted that cock—back when they saw her pristine, tightly shut virgin pussy with their own two eyes, a hole so pure one wondered if a finger, let alone a cock, could even fit inside properly.
Before they could even question the blasphemy of a mere sword of the Goddess gazing upon the naked body and genitalia of the Saintess, everyone present knew that unlike her asshole, which was already—to put it vulgarly—fucked to ruins, her pussy remained spotless.
Therefore, everyone thought that Violet was merely using a ploy to escape from that black-haired man who had humiliated her.
"Goooood... taking it in the ah, asshole is good too but... the pussy is so goooood... Pussy, pussy sex, virgin pussy, even though it's used goods now, it feels so goooooood...♥"
"Did you waste half your life?"
"Yeeees... half my life, no, my whole life was a waaaaste... If I knew it was like this, I would have surrendered to Master immediately and had pussy sex...♥"
The Goddess’s divine punishment will strike. surely, divine punishment would fall upon that black-haired man committing the heinous sin of violating the Saintess's purity.
However, the hopeful event they imagined did not occur.
From Violet’s crotch, a single streak of blood, symbolizing her defloration, flowed down the length of the man’s member that had violated the Saintess’s purity.
The Saintess sprayed yellow piss from between her legs, spitting out vulgar moans filled only with the ecstasy of being broken.
Reality was always cruel.
The Saintess had lost her purity, and there was no divine punishment.
Unlike the world Shin Seon-dong came from, where the existence of god was uncertain, the Holy Knights of this world—who wielded divine power and witnessed the Goddess's miracles—found their minds thrown into utter chaos.
Do we have to admit it?
Squelch-squelch—
"Nnnngooooh! D-Deeper! It's coming in deeeeeeper!!"
"You've been teasing me by only letting the head in for a while now, so I'm getting a little impatient myself."
Is that man truly, as the Saintess said, an apostle sent by the Goddess to guide her?
"Theeeen... I’ll take responsibility and make Master’s cock feel good, spluuurt-splurt, I’ll make you shoot your semen inside my womb, splurt-splurt, feel so gooooood...♥"
"You're acting up again. Again."
It cannot be.
Nowhere in the teachings of the Goddess or the Saintess that guided them had they ever heard the word 'Apostle of God'.
"...Draw your swords. The Saintess... has fallen."
"Do not lower your guard! We will slowly tighten the encirclement!"
Unlike the Royal Knights, who had already witnessed and accepted the Saintess's corruption and reorganized their stance under the solemn orders of the Queen and Princess, the Holy Knights—who had lived their entire lives obeying the Goddess and the Saintess—instinctively began to form a defensive square to protect Violet.
"What are you doing! Move aside immediately!"
—Please, give us a little time. Just a little. We wish to verify one last thing. There is a certain method that will reveal the whole truth, something that will force our eyes to see and admit it. If we confirm that, then by our own hands...
Leifelt, who had remained silent for a moment at the sight of the Holy Knight swallowing his words with a grief-stricken expression, answered quietly.
"...Only a very short moment. If you delay or hesitate any longer, we will not stand idly by either."
"Your Majesty!"
Time was of the essence. Now that the Saintess's corruption was all but certain, they could not delay, for the sake of the Saintess herself and for Eleonora.
"...Unlike us, who intend to capture and persuade her, they are prepared to cut down the Saintess."
"What?!"
If they confirmed the Saintess's corruption, the Holy Knights would immediately strike her down with their own hands. Unlike Leifelt and Ariel, who sought to capture and retrieve the lust-corrupted Eleonora, the Holy Knights intended to carry out a summary execution of the heretic right here and now.
Although they were currently cooperating, the Royal Family and the Church operated under mutual non-aggression.
Going any further would be an overstep of authority, even for a Queen.
They had no choice but to take a step back, applying slight pressure implying that they would intervene if necessary.
Slap-slap-squelch—!
"Aaah! Master’s cock is in my womb! It’s coming to my wooooomb?!"
"You're the one shaking your hips, so from my perspective, your womb is coming to my cock, isn't it?"
"Hnnngh... Either way is fiiiine!"
However, regardless of the tension around them, Violet was enjoying her lewd intercourse right in front of Leifelt’s eyes, as if treating them all as invisible.
"Just what... in the past few months... what have you done..."
"I don't know the details, but that man must be cut down right here."
Even though she was a Saintess, she felt no guilt for touching the forbidden fruit she should never have laid hands on. Instead, fitting for her petite frame, she was already cheering for the cock that was about to ravage her womb.
"Fufu, eat slowly. If you eat too hastily, you’ll get an upset stomach."
"Ah... Saintess-nim, truly, just as this man said, the Saintess is also just like me...♥"
The platinum-blonde Sow Knight whom the mother and daughter sought to save, and the silver-gray Holy Knight once called the Shield of the Saintess—both watched Violet with pleased eyes, or in the Holy Knight's case, clasped her hands together in prayer just like Violet.
Stripped of even the basic rights of a woman and a human, treated as a sex slave, yet far from trying to escape, she was shaking her hips like a bee drawn to a flower, flaunting her gaping pussy.
'If I don't cut that man down right here, w-will I also end up like that...?!'
Gulp.
Why did Eleonora's words from the day Violet was kidnapped—that she would one day come for her—come to mind at this very moment?
Was it the covetous gaze of that man and her friend directed at her and her mother that made her crotch damp?
Why did her armor feel so incredibly heavy today?
"Aaah, again, m-milk, the milk is coming out agaaaaain...♥"
"Leaking piss from your pussy, and now milking from the top? Just how lewd are you?"
Especially seeing Violet, who paid no heed to their gazes and was now squeezing her own breasts with all her might, spraying breast milk everywhere.
"No, I'm not lewd! My pussy, virgin pussyyyy... You saw that it was a virgin pussy until just a moment agoooo...♥"
"Not anymore. Therefore, you, shaking your hips on top of me like this, are lewd."
"That’s such forceaaah...♥"
Every time she looked at that black-haired man enjoying Violet's pussy as she held onto his waist and pelvis, grinding down on top of him, the weight seemed to increase.
It felt as if her armor was becoming more and more constricting.
'If I am captured by that man, will I become like that? Stripped naked, not even allowed a single piece of clothing, just plap-plap in front of others like that... W-What am I thinking!?'
It’s all because of that man!
"If we do not execute him right here...!"
While Ariel was anxious that the sound of her increasingly pounding heart might be heard, Leifelt seemed to have complex thoughts of her own.
'That thing... With that massive member, the Saintess, and Dame Eleonora, like tha— Ah, aaah?!'
Her eyes were drawn to the dark red giant cock that peeked out every time Violet's body lifted.
A throbbing cock intended to forcibly pry open Violet’s cutely shut pussy and inject his seed.
'It cannot even be compared to his...?!'
It was truly the symbol of a massive male.
She hadn't slept with anyone since giving birth to Ariel. It had been so long since she was last pinned beneath a man that she couldn't quite remember, but she was certain of one thing.
"Ugh... how... disgraceful..."
'...The moment it thrusts in, one would never be able to escape.'
The proof was right in front of her eyes: the fallen Saintess Violet.
The proxy of the Goddess, scattering holy power-infused milk all over the place.
"Certainly, Ariel. As you said, that man must be decisively executed here."
"...We cannot let him live."
The mother and daughter, unaware of each other's thoughts, turned their eyes toward a Holy Knight slowly approaching through the encirclement of the other knights.
The garment and veil in his hands were, contrary to their appearance, holy relics with a long history within the Church of the Goddess.
Having been worn by generations of Saintesses, they never frayed or wore out despite the passage of time.
Their unique characteristic was that they would turn black if the Saintess sensed evil energy or was exposed to it. This served as an alarm to warn that the Saintess was in danger, and simultaneously as a tool to verify if the Saintess harbored any impure thoughts toward the Goddess.
In other words, depending on the situation, it could be a holy relic to protect the Saintess, or an object symbolizing innocence and pure faith, proving that there was not a speck of impurity in her worship of the Goddess.
The method was simple.
It just had to make contact with the Saintess.
Just by touching and checking, the truth or falsehood of the Saintess's words would be revealed in black and white—literally.
Urga and the others had slightly relaxed their guard from the moment Violet lost her virginity, and instead, they even cleared a path for the Holy Knight carrying the relic, as if inviting him in.
"Aaah?! You're about to cum now! Ahaat, in my pussy, in my womb... Master’s semen, his baby seeeeed...♥"
"I told you I was in a hurry."
Just as the steps toward the truth were getting closer and closer to the pair who were still frantically enjoying their intercourse as if they were in a world of their own—
Whoooosh—
—Huh?
—What is this sudden wind!
—More importantly, the relic is in the wind?!
Suddenly, a fierce wind, strong enough to shatter the chapel doors, blew in. The garment and veil resting on the red cushion in the Holy Knight's hands were caught by the wind and soared into the air.
But surprisingly, the garment and veil were not tossed aside. Like angels from scripture coming to welcome a saint ascending to heaven, they soared up to the stained glass symbolizing the Goddess's halo, then began to circle round and round above Violet's head.
"Cock, semen, cock, semen, creampie, cuuuum directly inside my wooooomb...♥"
At this blatantly unrealistic phenomenon, the gazes of the Holy Knights all turned toward Violet, who was begging for semen with her tongue lolling out.
The garment, instead of its neatly folded appearance, took on its full form as if shaken out by invisible hands. The snow-white veil, like a bridal veil, began to settle onto the head of Violet, who was tightening her pussy with all her might while vigorously shaking her hips.
At that moment, when everyone briefly let their guard down—
Crackle—
With an ominous sound like sparks flying in rejection, they saw it.
The veil turning black atop Violet's head, whose lower belly was bulging with something.
The dress transforming from an open gown into a lewd, pitch-black outfit reminiscent of a brothel whore.
And—
Spluuuuurrrrt—!!
"Nnnngooooooh, the semen is comiiiiiing...♥"
Even the sight of Violet reaching her climax, glowing with a vulgarly shaped womb crest engraved on her lower belly.
At this, the Holy Knights drew their swords in unison and began to thrust them toward the fallen Saintess.
As if to say that respect and loyalty to the Saintess were only offered when she existed as the Goddess's Saintess, and that the only thing given to an apostate was cold steel.
"Fu, fufufu...♥"
But for some reason, despite the numerous sword strikes directed at her for betraying the Goddess, Violet merely stroked her belly lewdly and laughed, taking no action whatsoever.
Sensing the ominous nature of this instinctively, Leifelt and Ariel hurriedly tried to pull back the knights who were surrounding and pressuring them, but—
—Kuk, hngk...?!
—What is this suddenly... Aaaaargh!!
Before they could even speak, one of the knights tightening the encirclement alongside them had his chest pierced by a Holy Knight who had suddenly turned his sword.
"Fufufu..."
Violet's eerie laughter, dripping with voluptuous lust, began to echo through the chapel, which now started to reek of blood.