Chapter 127 Saintess Watching Porn
Chapter 127: 127 Saintess Watching Porn
Pssshhhhhhh—!
"Hiiiiiieeegh?!"
Perhaps it was impossible to block it completely with a human hand, let alone a single finger. Eleonora trembled violently, letting out a shriek of pleasure.
Just as water sprays in all directions when you press your thumb over a running faucet, the lewd Knightess’s urine sprayed wildly around my pinky finger, which was jammed into her urethra.
"Hold it."
"I c-can’t...! I c-can’t hold it! It’s already started coming out, stopping now is imp-possible...?!"
I knew that feeling. It would be one thing if she hadn’t started yet, but there is nothing more uncomfortable and unbearable than stopping mid-stream.
But that wasn’t my problem.
"That’s an order. Hold it."
"Yeees! I-I will hold it... Even if this sow’s bladder bursts, right now, h-hnnnnngh...?!"
Squeeeze. As soon as she spoke, Eleonora’s urethra began to clamp down tightly around my finger. Since she couldn’t seal it completely with the foreign object—my finger—stuck inside, it continued to leak a little, but this was acceptable.
"If I’m right, you probably pissed all over the yard already. How is there still so much piss left?"
I had originally given her the sword just so she wouldn’t be bored—told her to train since she used to be a knight, and maybe guard the blanket while she was at it. I never imagined she would use it for something as useless as "Asshole Pussy Training."
"Th-that is... It felt like something from the dead Holy Knights was clinging to the sword, so to purify it..."
"Purify? With piss?"
"Hiii.. hiiieeeek...♥"
As soon as I spoke, Eleonora, though suffering from the stinging sensation of the urine trapped in her urethra, immediately let her mouth hang open in a slack, melted expression.
She realized I was mocking and degrading her.
"Strange... You’ve got piercings in your nipples and clit... and if that wasn’t enough, you connected them with a chain that pulls at each other. You look lower than a sex slave, yet a sow like you dares to speak the word ’purification’?"
"Huuu-uuugh... P-please... ridicule me more, even more...♥"
Even if she had become my exclusive sex slave, corrupted by lust and living her life stark naked, she had once been a noble Knightess. To think she desired for me to mock her own disgraceful state.
"How do you know my tastes so well?"
"...♥"
Slurp.
She truly was a hopeless masochist.
Even now, hoping for more verbal abuse, she was deliberately licking her lips in a sticky, suggestive manner right in front of me.
"For a mere sow to mention ’purification’ while sloppily leaking piss everywhere. The people who died by your hand, huh? They must be so resentful they can’t even move on to the afterlife, clinging to that blade."
"Huu, uuugh...!"
Of course, this behavior was a result of my breaking her in. She was a Sow Knight where filth and beauty coexisted perfectly to suit my tastes—truly the most beautiful woman in the world.
"Apologize."
"Yeees... I am sorry for pissing on the sword I used to kill them with..."
"Not for that."
"Eh?"
It was unfortunate for the dead, and I didn’t feel entirely at ease about it, but strictly speaking, I hadn’t done anything wrong to them. They were the ones who nearly killed me overnight.
I felt bad for them, but I didn’t feel any particular guilt towards things like that.
"Since a sow was just pissing wherever she pleased and happened to leak on the sword, is that something to apologize for?"
"Hee.. heeugh... I am sorry for using a noble word like ’purification’ when I am just a sow...♥"
"Exactly. That’s my sow. You’re quick to learn, just as you were quick to corrupt."
"Aaaah... Thank you for the praaaise...! I-I will become even more corrupted! I’ll fall to the very bottom and become a Master-exclusive cum-rag, lower than a pig...♥"
"That won’t do. I like sows."
"Hieeek!"
"So, what were you planning to do with that sword?"
"To create a Sow Swordsmanship for Master... I was training my asshole."
She wasn’t just doing it to enjoy herself alone?
"Create it for what? To teach the successors who come later?"
"Yes! A proper sow of Master’s should be able to fight enemies while serving Master!"
Back when we were in the middle of a battle, I asked her what she would do if I told her to spread her legs. She definitely told me this: She would cut down the enemies while being fucked by me.
At the time, both Eleonora and I were so frantic I didn’t remember it clearly, but that must have been it. Fighting enemies while being fucked by me.
So that thing earlier was training for that...
A female knight who fights with a sword shoved up her ass for the sake of sex with me...
"Only you do it."
"Pardon?"
"That swordsmanship. You’re the only one who should learn it. Don’t teach anyone else. Only you."
"I cannot! As a Sow Knight, this is...!"
"I don’t know much about swords or martial arts, but you’re the only one who suits such a filthy sword style."
Honestly, I couldn’t imagine it.
Other women besides Eleonora doing such filthy things. The madness of using swordsmanship honed over a lifetime for such depraved acts without hesitation—that was a perverse charm unique to Eleonora. Other women doing it?
Hmm, no.
I only wanted to see it from Eleonora. The filthiest swordsmanship unleashed by the world’s most lewd, most powerful woman.
How attractive is that?
It didn’t take long for Eleonora to understand my meaning, and soon she began to smile so wide it looked like her ears would split.
"Heuu-hiik... M-Master, you are despicable... Seducing me again with such sweet words...♥"
"Did you fall for me?"
"To be honest, I fall for you every time I see your face and every time you ram your cock into me. Every single moment, I am falling deeper for Master...!"
"Look at you, saying such pretty things."
I pushed Eleonora’s body, lifting her up from where she was leaning back as if to fall, and stepped up onto the precarious railing right along with her.
And as I thrust my cock into Eleonora’s asshole, which wouldn’t even close anymore...
Eleonora reached back to hug me as I ground my hips behind her. Even though I shoved it in without warning, just as she claimed herself to be a "pussy," the barrier inside wrapped around my cock warmly and stickily.
It was truly a legendary weapon but I let out a wicked laugh and whispered into Eleonora’s ear.
"So, did you fall for me this time too?"
"Yes... Heugh... When you drove your virile cock into my lewd asshole, I fell for the sheer force of it."
"Then what about this?"
"Kkiii-heeeugh?!"
Squelch—!
The pinky finger that had been tormenting Eleonora’s urethra disappeared completely inside her body. Eleonora trembled uncontrollably as if she had orgasmed instantly, then immediately turned her head to plant a kiss on me. Smooch.
"Chuuu... Now I’ve fallen for Master trying to break in my Piss Pussy... I’ve impudently dared to lust after Master...♥"
On the day I corrupted Eleonora, the SD Character told me to take better care of her and make her fall for me even more. I don’t know what she’s planning or what will happen...
"For now, let’s just do three rounds of deep gut creampies lightly. We’ll start the Piss Pussy training tomorrow."
"Aaaah...! Despicable Master... Trying to break in even my Piss Pussy... Just how deep do you intend to make me fall...?!"
As if she was looking forward to it immensely, Eleonora kissed me, hugging me tighter as if refusing to be separated, and pushed her tongue into my mouth.
And starting with that kiss, the piston motion began.
Plap-Plap!
Sloppy anal sex unfolding on a railing so precarious we could fall at any moment. But neither I nor Eleonora cared about that.
I was certain that if we fell, Eleonora would protect me.
And so, the sound of bodies slapping together, accompanied by the female’s squeals echoing from the rooftop, continued until the sun went down.
"Why is the blanket like this?!"
"A-Ah, it seems it got soaked when I squirted and pissed earlier... Aaaaaaahn...♥"
"Sleep is out of the question for today. Assume you won’t be sleeping tonight."
"Yeeeees...! All-night sex! I will do my best with Masterrrrr...♥"
No, it continued until the moon rose.
* * * * *
In the dead of night, when everyone had fallen asleep... inside a church located so far away from a certain pig farm that it might as well have been in a different world, a pair of amethyst eyes opened beneath the pale blue moonlight.
"...I cannot sleep."
Considering the hoots of owls and other nocturnal beasts could be heard frequently, it was no longer just late; it was the deepest, darkest hour of the night.
The duvet that had been covering the body of the violet-haired Saintess, Violet, slid down her frame with a soft rustle, leaving the bed in disarray.
Before sleeping, she had offered her closing prayers to the Goddess she served. She should have been able to end her day with peace of mind, resting on a bed as soft as lamb’s wool, just as she always did. But...
-Like this... just using the tightness of my lewd asshole, trained by Master’s cock, I’m pulling out the sword stuck in the ground... Hnnngh... P-Pulling it out...♥
"Ughhh..."
Every time she laid her body on the mattress and closed her eyes, the image flickered before her. The indistinct yet voluptuous woman she had seen earlier today—naked, with platinum blonde pubic hair and massive, heavy breasts—committing such depraved acts.
"How could she use her own genitals for such a thing...!"
Historically, a woman’s genitalia was a sacred organ, entrusted with the noble duty bestowed by the benevolent Goddess to bear healthy children and bring prosperity to the world. To think someone would slide a sword handle in and out of such a place, indulging in such filthy lewdness!
"It... It was the first time I saw... another woman’s sex... organ..."
But more than anything else...
Violet found herself blushing furiously. Not out of anger toward the unknown woman who committed such acts, but because she was recalling the woman’s lewd anus she had seen with her own two eyes, and that pissing-hole—her pussy—which, unlike Violet’s, gaped open like a pink snout, hungrily yawning for something to fill it.
"To think I looked at a pussy... one I haven’t even seen on Christia... and thought it was p-pretty..."
And was that all?
-Haaaangh! Master! Maaasteeeeer!!
-Tighten it! Clamp down harder!
"It was the f-first time... I saw actual m-mating between humans..."
These were not just anyone; these were the people who had slaughtered her brothers and sisters who served the Goddess.
Yet, instead of raging against them, instead of thinking about how to guide them back to the righteous path, or at the very least uncovering their identities...
She had been utterly captivated by their rutting!
"Hah..."
No matter how much she scolded and reprimanded herself as a Saintess who served the Goddess alongside her brethren, trying to calm herself down, the image of those filthy beings mating continued to shimmer before her eyes.
It might have been better if she hadn’t seen it at all. But the water had already been spilled. The problem was that the first act of sexual intercourse she ever witnessed just happened to be between Rafe and Eleonora.
If it had simply been gentle sex shared between lovers, she might have lightly brushed it off, thinking, "Ah, even villains like that make babies. After brutally murdering my brethren, they giggle and make children!"
But for the Saintess, who only knew of copulation through books on avian ecology, the reality of "mating" between humans was shocking enough to shatter every preconceived notion of sex she held in her mind.
Rafe, who didn’t give a damn about the safety of his female—Eleonora—and simply rammed his cock relentlessly into her anal sphincter. And Eleonora, who instead of recoiling, acted coy and fawned over him, shaking her ass this way and that to service his cock.
And as time passed, they craved each other even more, mixing their bodies with obscene lust, greedily devouring each other’s carnal desire without a shred of hesitation. It was, quite literally, the world’s filthiest male and the world’s lewdest female engaging in anal sex.
Seeing someone’s sexual intercourse for the first time in her life... it was enough to make the Saintess momentarily forget her anger towards the culprits who killed her brothers.
It simply wouldn’t leave her head.
Her face kept burning up. Even though it was the dark of dawn, her body felt hot, as if she were standing under the blazing midday sun with the lingering heat of summer refusing to fade.
Yes, it must be anger. It had to be rage towards those beings who, after brutally slaughtering her brethren, didn’t offer a single ounce of atonement but instead leisurely made babies.
How could I forget? How could she forget that shameless display of them whispering love to each other while exploring each other’s bodies so fervently, so violently, so fiercely?
This is different from the day. This heat is definitely caused by anger.
Or so Violet muttered to herself.
"..."
Whatever she was thinking, Violet climbed out of bed. Dressed not in her Saintess robes but in a sheer babydoll nightie—so thin her bare skin was visible underneath—she carefully slipped out of the bedroom.
"...Is Christia asleep?"
Thinking of the silver-haired Commander of the Holy Knights aka Crusaders who always guarded her side without fail, Violet stepped cautiously into the hallway, heading toward her office.
Walking beneath the lamps that illuminated the empty corridor, Violet soon reached her office. She immediately unlocked the door with her key, entered, and walked straight to the desk positioned directly under the stained glass depicting the Goddess.
She opened the drawer, snatched the crystal ball she had used during the day, and shot back to her bedroom like an arrow. As if fleeing from a predator, she hurried back inside like a chick running from a cat.
Haaah...!
"I wasn’t... caught, was I?"
Although there weren’t soldiers standing guard or on patrol in every hallway like at the Royal Palace, the Holy Knights—each worth a hundred men—patrolled the grounds and outer walls of the church, making her anxious.
Fortunately, she didn’t run into anyone.
Closing the bedroom door carefully, Violet hopped onto the bed. Like a bird incubating an egg, she lay prone over the crystal ball, closed her eyes, and placed her hands on it.
Immediately, purple mist began to seep from her mind and was sucked into the crystal ball.
During the day, she had inserted the blacksmith old man’s memories of forging the sword. But what was being captured in the crystal ball now was none other than the memories of that shocking video Violet herself had witnessed earlier.
Since the old man’s memory was already recorded here, she could track the sword whenever she wanted. With no worry about overwriting it, Violet clutched the crystal ball with a pounding heart.
A short time passed. Once all the memories leaking from her mind were captured, the crystal ball began to emit a soft, light purple glow, matching the color of her hair, as if asking for confirmation. Violet took a small, deep breath and muttered.
"This is... to protect the light and justice of the continent. I am only watching it briefly for that purpose. It is absolutely necessary to identify their true nature..."
Who was she making excuses to?
Even though there was no one listening, the Saintess’s amethyst eyes sparkled as she held the crystal ball.
Soon, the video began to play: the beautiful, platinum-blonde woman, completely naked, sitting on the ground and impaling herself on the sword fixed upright, pushing it into her own asshole.
Violet, still curled up, began to subconsciously wiggle her bottom.
Immediately after, the scene shifted to the woman bringing a large sledgehammer from somewhere and pounding the sword handle into herself as if driving a stake. A loud gulp of saliva slid down Violet’s throat.
Of course, Violet didn’t seem to realize she had done it.
"It’s coming soon... it will come out soon..."
The scene she wanted to see. The part where the woman’s body was fully exposed, vulgarly shaking her massive tits while screaming in pleasure. That moment was approaching.
And then,
-Like this... just using the tightness of my lewd asshole, trained by Master’s cock, I’m pulling out the sword stuck in the ground... Hnnngh... P-Pulling it out...♥
"Haaah...?!"
As the obscene video of the woman shaking her ass to insert and remove the sword handle began to play, only then did Violet exhale the breath she had been holding. Just like earlier in the day, she began to grind her thighs together.
"Uuuugh... I feel something strange..."
It was just a platinum-blonde woman performing a lewd act on herself, merely a scene of a fallen individual committing a sin, yet Violet’s body heat was rising so high that sweat was trickling down her entire frame.
"I feel like... I need to pee again..."
Moreover, saliva kept flooding her mouth, forcing her to swallow continuously as if drinking water. Her crotch, including her inner thighs, throbbed with an ache that felt like a desperate need to urinate. She couldn’t stop rubbing her legs together.
If she didn’t, she felt like she would soil her panties without realizing it, just like she had during the day.
But despite her desperate efforts, as a little more time passed, a wet stain resembling the shape of a camel toe began to form on her pure white panties. Violet, completely absorbed in the video from the crystal ball, was startled by the dampness spreading in her crotch and jumped up from her spot.
"A-Ahhh?! I did it again without realizing...!"
Did she really just pee herself without knowing?!
And not just once, but twice?!
To think a grown adult would wet her panties twice in a single day!
"Something to wipe! Where is something to wipe...?!"
She couldn’t allow herself to make such a shameful mistake twice, not just once. The Saintess frantically began fumbling around the bed with her left hand, hurriedly searching for something to wipe herself with.
It was a desperate gesture, reaching out in all directions to find the blanket.
But the duvet had long since slid off the bed, pushed away by the Saintess’s jumping body just moments ago.
Just as she thought about pausing the video to find a towel first...
-Haaaangh! Master! Maaasteeeeer!!
-Tighten it! Clamp down harder!
-Hiiiieeeek?!
"Ah...?"
With impeccable timing, the climax of the video—the mating of the two filthy beasts—began to play.
In a sense, this was the part the Saintess wanted to see the most. The scene where the man, shrouded in an incredibly evil aura, began to ravage the woman.
"It’s even more intense... more dynamic than just sliding a sword handle in and out...?!"
The Saintess swallowed her saliva so loudly that the Gulp! sound echoed through the bedroom.
And as the Saintess began to focus, entranced by the video in the crystal ball as if possessed by something...
Her left hand, which had been wandering in search of a wiping cloth, slowly extended toward the pure white scrap of fabric covering her plump buttocks.
Responding to the state of its owner, who stared at the breeding video unfolding before her with glazed eyes, the hand realized its true destination.
The Saintess seemed to be aware that her hand was moving on its own, but she was too engrossed in the crystal ball to care about it now.
Like that, her left hand invaded the bloodless territory of her knees and inner thighs, and finally, launched its invasion toward the pure white fabric that was already soaked wet.
"Hnnngh-oooooh...?!"
The Saintess fell helpless victim to the impudent act of treason committed by her own hand.