While Ariel stood frozen, her soul seemingly sucked out by the sight of the "stage"—two chairs facing each other with a wooden sword erected firmly between them—I decided she could no longer use the excuse of "not knowing the method." I turned my gaze to Eleonora.
It was a silent command for her to teach Ariel the etiquette of what was to come, or rather, the instruction manual for the apparatus laid out before us.
Eleonora nodded happily, ready to faithfully execute my order. However, Violet, who had been busy panting and catching her breath in my arms, suddenly chimed in, pretending to be knowledgeable.
"Ah, that! I saw that before! I saw it!"
"You did? How could you have seen that?"
It should have been impossible.
Back when Eleonora was researching her Sow Swordsmanship, developing all sorts of stances, the only people on this farm were me and her. Since establishing the forms of the Sow Sword, Eleonora hadn't performed the eccentric act of climbing onto chairs and spreading her legs like that again.
If my memory served me right, Violet and Christia had only just realized our existence around that time. So how could she know about that setup?
"Speak honestly. If you try to fudge the details, you know what happens, right?"
"Hiiiieek?!"
I pressed down hard on Violet’s clitoris with my thumb and index finger, signaling that she’d be punished if she lied. A silent warning that I would twist and pinch it mercilessly if necessary.
Violet flinched, trembling, before blushing shyly.
"Actualllllyyyy... Even before Master came to adopt Christia and me, I was secretly peeking at the Commander and Master’s sex through my crystal ball!"
"What?"
"Hehe, tracking the traces of souls left on the keepsakes of the Holy Knights... no, the insignificant males... I was projecting the images and coincidentally saw the Commander climb up there and impale herself on the sword, and then Master..."
"..."
So, the one being voyeured this whole time was me?
Filled with a sudden surge of indignation, I pinched the clitoris I had been gently rubbing.
"Hyaaaahng!"
Violet shrieked as her body convulsed.
"W-Why?! Why?! I told the truth! Master told me to speak, so I told the truth!!"
"You had plenty of time to tell me, yet you never confessed to peeping on us. If I hadn't asked, you were planning to just bury this secret and move on, weren't you?"
"Huk!"
Like a rabbit twitching its ears, Violet’s purple half-twintails bobbed up and down dramatically with her body's reaction.
Of course, the fact that her flat tits didn't move an inch brought a tear to my eye, but I swallowed the sorrow and pressed her further.
"What else? Is there any other secret you’ve been hiding from me?"
"I-I masturbated! I learned how to masturbate from Christia! I learned how to finger my pussy and asshole, and I—I trained myself every n-night!"
"Saintess?!"
No wonder her sensitivity was suspiciously good every time I broke her in. So there was such a backstory?
"Good girl."
"Then hit me more! Nnngh, just don't kick me like a soccer ball, pleaaase...♥"
Since her secret was out, Christia looked flustered. To praise her, I planted my foot firmly into the white sow’s plump ass cheeks. Christia wiggled her hips wildly, looking like she might die of happiness.
Thud. Thud.
Sometimes drawing figure-eights with my foot. Swivel, grind.
The fact that the Goddess's Holy Knight, once a symbol of justice and fairness, was crawling on all fours like a beast under the sun, naked and rejoicing at getting her ass kicked... it was truly a spectacle beyond words.
After I delivered a few more kicks to Christia’s swaying rear, Ariel spoke up with a trembling voice.
"D-Do I... Do I have to do that as well... after impaling myself on that wooden sword...?!"
"I mean, you're supposed to shake your ass while crossing swords, just like a honeybee."
"..."
Still, considering Einstein claimed they were the most beneficial insects to humanity, bringing them up in this context felt a bit wrong. I glanced at Ariel, and as expected, she returned a look of utter disbelief.
"Anyway, did you hear what she (Violet) said? Just climb up on those chairs and..."
"I know! There is no need to repeat such ear-defiling filth! Just because your trash-bin of a mouth has no qualms about spewing such obscenities doesn't mean my ears are the same!"
"...One of these days, I’m going to have to roll you around in the pigsty so you stop talking like that."
I was going easy on her because she’s a pet pig, but she’s acting like a fierce wild boar, no less than Big Sis Urga.
Ariel let out a sharp humph, snorting derisively, and then marched haughtily toward the chairs.
Since the price for her stalling was staring her right in the face, it seemed she intended to shut my mouth by acting before I could find more fault with her.
"To think... to think I am being forced to do this right in front of my close friend...!"
"Oh dear."
They say people look different when entering the bathroom versus leaving it.
Ariel had boldly climbed onto the chairs, but once she was up there, looking down at us from her elevated vantage point, a change of heart must have occurred. She began to glare at me again, her voice shaking.
"Do not look! Where are you looking! I said, do not look! Eleonora, y-you too! Don't look!"
"Are you asking us to look at your pussy? Sure, if that's your wish."
"You... Yooooouuuuu bastard?!"
It was as if someone had questioned whether she was truly Eleonora’s best friend and she wanted to prove them wrong. From the moment she spread her legs wide, the fluids that had been trickling from her pussy slit began to pour.
Drip, drop.
The juices flowed down, coating the handle of the wooden sword positioned directly beneath her.
Glisten.
The liquid slicked the wood, creating an optical illusion that made the dildo-shaped handle look like a throbbing, glistening cock.
Seeing this, everyone present—perhaps excluding others, but certainly us—could be certain of one thing.
This Princess Knight was indeed the unparalleled best friend of the masochistic, perverted female knight who called herself a sow, a cum-dumpster, and a personal urinal.
Ariel didn't even need five minutes. In just ten seconds, she had proven the undeniable depth of her friendship with Eleonora right before our eyes.
Her legs were trembling so violently I thought she might collapse. As Ariel began to slowly lower her hips, my family and I watched her with anxious eyes, worried she might actually fall.
"Watch closely... I-I will show you! Your filthy tricks, this disgusting duel! I will show you that they have not affected this Ariel in the slightest! Even though it is depraved, the moment you spoke of a duel, you had already lost...!"
"No, you're the one who suggested the duel... Are you deaf?"
"Haaah... Haaah...!"
Ariel lowered her ass until the pommel—carved to resemble a glans—was tantalizingly close. She took several deep breaths, steeling her resolve.
"Like I said before, it doesn't matter if you use your pussy or your asshole, just—"
"Sh-Shut up! Do you think... Do you think I would struggle over such a trivial thing?!"
"..."
If she was going to talk big, she shouldn't be so visibly startled.
Once toward her asshole, once toward her pussy. Every time the tip of the pommel brushed against one of her holes, she flinched and hitched her hips up. She knew we were watching her indecision, so why was she doing that?
Violet gestured for me to lean in, then whispered into my ear.
"Isn't she wondering which hole would feel more slutty and pleasurable to stuff it into?"
"She's Eleonora's friend, but is she already thinking like that?"
"For someone claiming otherwise, she's leaking a bit... no, she's leaking a lot of love juice..."
"..."
Turning my head at Violet’s words, I saw the wooden sword. Even the blade was now coated in sticky, glistening nectar.
"Haa... T-To be seen again... By him, and by Eleonora... Haaah... To show such a disgraceful sight again...!"
"Now that you mention it, that makes sense."
She couldn't decide where to insert it, but every time she lifted her hips, her holes puckered and twitched lewdly as if arguing over which one could swallow it better. And despite knowing how she looked...
She kept glancing between me, Eleonora, the rest of the family, and herself, panting roughly. How should I describe it?
It was like an entertainer—a famous singer or magician—trying to elicit a reaction from the audience. It looked as if she was waiting for us to say something to her.
"She really is lewd."
"Yes, seriously! The way her asshole is puckering is so slutty!"
"Indeed, worthy of the Commander's close friend."
"Aaaah... Princess, exposing your pussy and asshole like that...♥"
They say you grant the wishes of the dead, so why not the living?
As soon as I tossed out the first comment, the rest of my family chimed in, throwing words at Ariel one by one as if they had been waiting for the signal.
"For the record, I recommend the pussy for beginners. The asshole hasn't had much experience taking a cock yet, so if you're going to do it, use the pussy...!"
"More importantly, I've only been tormented in my asshole for months, so I'm actually a bit jealous."
"Holding a sword with a pussy is a bit unfamiliar, but once you get addicted to that grip, it's a shortcut to being doted on by Master...!"
"Wh-What are you saying?! What is this sudden nonsense?! Can't you all shut your mouths?! H-How dare you... mock me, Ariel?!"
Ariel shrieked in feigned panic at the audience's response—which she had secretly desired—but she couldn't hide the faint, trembling smirk at the corners of her mouth. She yelled again, her voice cracking.
"Do you think I am doing this because I want to?! This is all because of that man's vile scheme... I have no choice... Hnnngh... I am only doing this because I have no choice!"
"Then hurry up and shove it in wherever. At this rate, we're all going to catch a cold."
"Eeeek...!!"
Ariel, whose face had turned as red as her hair, seemed to sense that if she milked the audience for any more reactions, she’d be met with boos instead. Feeling the crisis, she began to push her pussy onto the pommel that had been rubbing against her perineum.
"Oh, pussy after all?"
"She's sucked Master's cock once, so maybe she thinks it's a bit more familiar?"
"I said shut u— Nggoooohk...!!"
Schluuuuurp-squelch—
"It's... It's in... It entered... The wooden sword is in my private parts... inside my pussyyyy...!"
Ariel's pink rift seemed to stretch open slowly, and then—Gulp.
In an instant, it devoured the pommel. The moment the glans-shaped wood was completely swallowed by her pussy, Ariel threw her head back.
"Ah... Haaah...♥"
A bright pink tongue shot out from her mouth, dangling lewdly.
She had cum instantly.