"Ghee-iiii, hiii-iiit... Hiii-eeeeck..."
"She's completely out cold."
Just a moment ago, her belly had been distended like a full-term pregnant woman, but now it was completely flat as Glacia gasped for air under my foot.
"Haaahn, I've been impregnated with Master's child...♥"
"To be able to conceive alongside the Saintess, to harbor the same man's child in my womb together... I don't know if a lowly thing like me dares to enjoy such happiness...♥"
In the stalls opposite her, Violet—stroking her belly which was slightly swollen with cum, though not as much as Glacia's had been—and Christia were looking at each other, laughing, wrapped in joy, emotion, pleasure, and ecstasy.
Normally, they wouldn't have just ignored the puddles of white semen pooling around their crotches. But perhaps the pleasure of fulfilling their natural duty as females to harbor a male's seed in their wombs was incomparable.
Even now, they were chirping like songbirds, blossoming a conversation reeking of chestnut flowers about the sensations they felt when fertilized by my sperm.
"The Commander's words were true. She said the womb would throb and ring..."
"I didn't believe it at first, but experiencing it with my own body leaves me no choice. As expected of the Commander. She's more insidious than anyone when it comes to coveting cock, but her honesty in these matters makes her a true exemplar for us Sow Knights...!"
An exemplar of Sow Knights indeed. If Eleonora had heard that, she would have immediately tried to jump me, claiming she needed to covet my cock with a lewdness befitting her rank.
Unfortunately, I had left her at home as punishment for making a mess of the floor with Ariel earlier, so she wasn't here to spread her pussy in front of me upon hearing those words.
"The womb throbs..."
"?"
However, they say birds hear the day's words and rats hear the night's—or in this case, a Sow Knight hears the day and a Dragon hears the night.
Since Eleonora was absent, Glacia seemed to be taking her place, staring blankly and muttering at the conversation between Violet and Christia, who were still stroking their bellies.
"He really impregnated them... right in front of me, in such a filthy way..."
"I told you I'd impregnate you... are you deaf?"
Still pinned under my foot, Glacia ignored me, lost in thought as she stared at Violet and Christia.
Unlike them, dried semen was scattered across her buttocks in a fan shape rather than a puddle. It vividly displayed exactly what had been done to her—what kind of training she had endured. Yet, even as she confirmed it with her own eyes, she showed no anger, only muttering to herself.
"I'm just... verifying a little more. I-If it's truly real, I could become the great mother who saves our extinct race... Even borrowing that detestable Goddess's power... No, if it means escaping extinction..."
"If you want to get knocked up, just say so? I'll do it right now."
"S-Shut up! How dare a lowly human eavesdrop on someone's words! More importantly, can't you take that foot off my stomach?!"
At this, I slowly ground my shoe into Glacia's filthy belly, covered in footprints. Perhaps the sensation brought her back to her senses, as she let out a sharp shriek.
"Do you have any idea whose body you dare to place your foot on since earlier?! And not just that... y-you used me... my body, my ass-hole, my shit-hole as a tool for artificial insemination...!"
"Those filthy words cling to your lips so naturally now. Aww, so pretty."
"Eeek... I-It's not for your benefit, you bastard! This is just my mouth moving on its own...!"
[ Hehe, perhaps her body is saying it wants to be impregnated on its own? ]
Seeing her gibbering with a bright red face, she looked even cuter than usual—an explosion of cuteness, really.
"Hiiiit, haah, I-I told you not to s-step on me... N-No more, I can't take any more...♥"
"You've already learned to feel it, your pussy twitching just from having your belly stepped on? You're a real masochist pervert, just like Eleonora."
"Whoooooo! Who are you comparing to that nympho...!"
Of course, Eleonora was the type of pervert who wanted to be verbally abused and humiliated by showing her naked body to others. If I had to choose, Glacia was closer to Christia's type, rejoicing in direct physical punishment.
"I'd love to bully you more like this, but you look too exhausted. Plus, it's about time for lunch, so I'll let you off the hook this once."
"Heeek, heeeeck...!"
Glacia, staring with a complex gaze at the shoe prints stamped all over her body, gasped for breath. She seemed to have no strength left to rise and sprawled out on the floor.
"Don't step... on me... My ass-hole... there's nothing left to come out... Every time you step, it keeps gaping open... p-puckering... A-Anyway, don't press down...♥"
Squirt, squelch-♥
Because she had climaxed too many times while having her belly stepped on, her pussy—overworked in a different sense than her asshole—squirted out the few remaining drops of fluid, advertising that she had lightly cum once again.
"Get up. We need to eat, and you need to wash... Actually, no. That filthy look suits a sow perfectly. Don't wash up today, just stay like that."
"Huuuk... V-Vicious bastard...♥"
The smell of pig shit, love juices, and semen.
Glacia trembled as if she couldn't stand her own body odor, reeking of a filthiness that perfectly befitted me, Shin Seon-dong's sex slave—a sow.
Ignoring her reaction, I grabbed the chain connecting her pussy and clitoris and yanked her up. Unlike this morning, Glacia let out a hot breath, smiling at the pain inflicted on her body.
"What will you two do?"
"We're tired, so we'll stay here and enjoy the afterglow a bit longer...♥"
"Yes, go on ahead! I will be rubbing pussies with the Saintess, feeling the joy of fertilization, so ahem... i-if you insist, you may hit my ass to your heart's content...♥"
"Heh."
Even though she pretended otherwise, she was a lewd sow who revealed her true colors eventually. It seemed she had been full of thoughts about getting her ass beaten for a while now.
Despite struggling to stand, Christia stuck her voluminous buttocks out towards me.
Her pussy, injected with copious amounts of semen, felt no need to hold it in anymore. Her messy pubic hair was tangled with cum, creating an even filthier sight. Finding fault with that immediately, I swung my palm at Christia's ass.
Smack-!
"Huggiiiiiiiek?!"
"Trim that hair. What is this mess!"
"Aguuuuh! I-Isn't it better than Her Highness Leifelt's...♥"
"Don't talk back! Trim your pussy hair prettily later and get it inspected by me."
"N-No! Trim my pubes?! Are you planning to make me do such a lewd thing...♥"
Unlike Eleonora, who was used to making lewd faces, Christia always maintained a poker face while calling herself Violet's Holy Knight. But whenever I spanked her ass like this, her lewd nature popped out like that long tongue of hers, stimulating my sadism even more.
Gulp!
And watching Christia and me mercilessly slapping her ass, Glacia swallowed a large lump of saliva.
Seeing that, I slowly raised not my hand, but the foot that had just been trampling Glacia's belly, signaling for her to take a good look.
"Your foot...!?"
"Huuu, uuuhhh... A-Are you planning to kick me with that? M-Me... Are you planning to kick this Christia's ass bam bam like a pig being dragged to the slaughterhouse...♥"
"If you know, then present it properly!"
"Ohooooooohk...♥"
"Hut...?!"
As the shoe print was stamped onto Christia's voluminous buttocks, Glacia trembled, looking down at her own belly, which was covered in similar footprints.
And just like Christia, who let out murky love juices mixed with semen from her pussy hole every time my foot kicked her ass, Glacia trembled, exuding a thick female scent.
Watching Glacia from the side, Violet gave a cute smile and stood up.
"Master, hehe... You're thirsty, right? Here...♥"
"Oh."
"Huuuuuu...♥"
Compared to the other women, they were infinitely modest, but fitting her title as a religious figure—a Saintess—her breasts overflowed with milk and honey. They softly were sucked into my mouth, wetting it with sweet breast milk.
"Hehe, right now they are exclusively for Master, but starting ten months from now, there will be a tenant!"
"That's a shame. I wanted to monopolize them forever."
"Hmph! The moment you said you'd keep impregnating me even after I give birth, an expiration date was set on Master's breast milk usage rights!"
The sow Saintess, who was no longer just innocent, flashed a fox-like smile at Glacia, who was staring blankly at me sucking on her tit.
Pregnancy. Breast Milk.
She deliberately mouthed the words Glacia was particularly sensitive to, thrusting out her belly—fertilized with my child—as if to show off and provoke her.
It was as if she was saying, 'You can't do this, can you?' flaunting every advantage she possessed while harboring a rivalry against Glacia, who, like herself, was more 'cute' than 'beautiful'.
"E-Even after giving birth... you'll keep impregnating her...?!"
She pretended to look away as if it didn't matter, but Glacia's head kept turning back to glance at us, while simultaneously looking down at her own empty belly.