Chapter 191 The Saintess’s Witness Degradation

Chapter 191: 191 The Saintess’s Witness Degradation

An old-fashioned bus stop, the kind you might occasionally stumble upon in the deep countryside where buses rarely roam.

Fitting for a rural area surrounded by grain fields, it was crude compared to the city. However, much like the brick house built by the youngest pig to ward off the wolf, it boasted a sturdiness capable of withstanding any wind or rain.

Of course, not every place was like this.

But in this small country village where Rafe lived, the probability of finding a proper bus schedule attached to such a stop was about fifty-fifty.

In a remote village where a bus might pass through once every two or three hours, simply having an old-fashioned shelter was something to be grateful for.

Expecting a printed schedule there would be nothing short of excessive greed.

Therefore, if a foreigner unfamiliar with such places saw this red brick structure and missed the sign that read ’Bus,’ there was ample room for misunderstanding—much like Violet had. One might think, ’Ah, since public transport is so scarce in the country, they must have built a simple shelter for those walking on foot.’

And so, as Rafe, Urga, and the platinum-blonde sow walked nonchalantly toward the bus stop, Violet couldn’t help but question the scene.

’It even has a bench and offers a view in all directions... I thought for sure it was a hunter’s rest stop or a waiting area for soldiers before patrol...’

"Sniff-sniff, Oiiiink, squ... squeeeal...♥"

"Why? Does the texture of the rough cement feel familiar to you?"

"Oink! It is a pity there is no smell of pig feces here, but this alone is enough...♥"

Despite wearing a black blindfold over her eyes, the platinum-blonde sow acted as if she could see perfectly. She planted her nose onto the hard cement floor, sniffing noisily and obscenely.

Sniff-Sniff-Sniff.

"Ahhh, aaaah...?!"

Wondering if there was something special there, Violet tried to check what the woman was smelling with such intensity. But the moment she saw the sow’s movements, she landed on her butt once again.

That was already the third time today.

Having fallen on her rear twice already, she had snorted and told herself she wouldn’t be surprised by anything else—that there wouldn’t be a third time.

But contrary to her resolve, the overwhelming, crushing vulgarity of the sow before her eyes made her collapse in shock yet again.

However, that was strictly Violet’s personal predicament. The sow, who couldn’t even see Violet, shoved her nose right into the space where Violet’s crotch—her pussy—was located, making filthy nasal sounds.

Sniff-Sniff.

’D-Does she sense my presence...?!’

Surely she couldn’t see? No, perhaps because she couldn’t see, her other senses had heightened to detect the invisible? Or was it just a coincidence?

Violet let out a small sigh of relief as she watched the platinum-blonde woman finish sniffing and oink incomprehensibly.

It had to be over now, right? After doing something so filthy, surely even they would be satisfied.

What a pure, naive romantic she was, to think she had seen the depths of their endless lust even after witnessing so much.

If a certain platinum-blonde sow could hear her, she would have undoubtedly scolded her, shouting, "Don’t pretend to know about sows when you’re just a virgin who doesn’t even know the taste of a cock!"

But as mentioned, no one had actually noticed Violet’s presence.

There was no one to snort at her childish thoughts.

However, even if they couldn’t snort at her, they could certainly show her.

"What do you mean ’enough’? I say it’s not enough, so why are you deciding it’s enough on your own and talking bullshit!"

"Squeeeeeeeal...♥"

With a twisted smirk, Rafe raised his foot—and Thwack! He kicked the platinum-blonde sow’s pale white ass.

And at that moment—

The chain connecting her asshole to her clitoris tugged visibly with the impact.

"Hiiiieeeek...! The chain... it’s pulling so hard on my clitoris...♥"

’Did something just... tug on that chain?’

Was it just her imagination? Violet stared at the sow, who was trembling while clutching the bench, praying that what she had just seen was merely a hallucination.

"You begged me for training! You cried and pleaded to be broken again because you couldn’t forget the last time, and now you’re already acting like this? Huh? Are you?!"

"Oink! I-I am sooorryyyyy...♥"

"Woaaah..."

Thud! Thud!

Rafe kicked the sow’s plump, jiggly ass again and again, making loud, dull impacts. Urga, who had been helping tease the sow just moments ago, was now squirming her own thighs at the sight, letting out vague exclamations of admiration.

"If Big Sis wants some too..."

"Noooo! I told you earlier, I’m not interested!"

"Hmm... Really?"

"D-Don’t be cheeky! Do you need to be devoured by me again to come to your senses?! More importantly, your foot stopped moving, look! That sow is slacking off!"

"Oh my, what a bad pig."

Squeeeeeal!! Squeeeeeeeal!!

He wasn’t a tyrant ruining his country by ignoring loyal subjects for a concubine, yet Rafe resumed his kicking at Urga’s words.

The sow had every right to be angry, but instead, as her milky-white buttocks were kicked by dirty shoe soles and covered in mud, she only howled more obscenely. Watching this, Urga secretly rubbed her firm thighs together.

Only after the sow’s ass was a mess of boot prints did Rafe seem satisfied. He reached down and roughly grabbed the hair of the sow, who was lying face down on the ground, gasping and oinking roughly.

’Wh-what is he going to do now...?!’

She had seen enough to know.

Violet gulped loudly, certain that Rafe was about to do something utterly absurd to that sow again.

"Hmm, anyway. You said it was a pity there was no pig smell here, right?"

"Ye, yeeees... Haaaah...!"

The sow panted like a dog, tongue lolling out stupidly, indifferent to her hair being yanked.

What kind of eyes was she making behind that blindfold?

Violet pretended to ponder deeply what depravity they would commit next, but in reality, she was just gulping down dry saliva nervously.

Gulp.

In that moment, holding the sow by her hair, Rafe seemed to have another wicked idea. He grinned—a truly evil smile—causing Violet to hiccup and tremble.

"If there’s no pig smell, we just need to apply your scent, right?"

"My scent... do you mean..."

"Yeah. That’s why I brought you all the way here."

Squeeeeeeal~♥

As if telling her to figure it out herself, Rafe let go of her hair.

The sow, seemingly having anticipated this from the start, shook her platinum-blonde hair back into place. Then, shaking her hips lightly, she turned her body around.

She immediately brought her hands together politely and bowed her head to her Master.

"Sniff-sniff... Oink... Y-yeees... I will leave it. I will leave the traces of this sow here. I will let everyone know that Master’s lowly and lewd sow was here... Please, punish this dirty sow who dares to defile your noble eyes with her presence...♥"

As she finished speaking, the sow flaunted her pussy, which was already dripping with thick love juices. Violet felt her face flush red automatically.

But there was no time to stand there shivering. The sow turned her head toward Violet again. Before the sow’s forelegs could move, Violet quickly scrambled out of the way.

’Phew, I almost got bumped!’

Although invisible, seeing as the sow had sniffed around her crotch with suspicion earlier, it was clear that even in spirit form, carelessness was dangerous.

However, unlike what she had only seen in videos until now, the reality of the situation far exceeded her expectations.

"Haaaah... Squeeeaaaal...♥"

Schlick-schlick-schlick-schlick—!!

"Hiiik?!"

Before she could even sigh in relief, Violet was forced to gasp again.

Following her Master’s command, the sow began to willingly rub her pussy against the wooden bench provided at this small stop.

"I-I thought I had gotten used to this, but...?!"

Plap-plap!

Like a laborer in a woodshop, the sow began to vigorously grind her pussy against the bench as if her crotch were a planer smoothing down the wood.

"Wow, this is the first time I’ve seen someone varnish wood with pussy juice. It’s quite a sight to behold."

"...Is it not just because you are kneading my breasts?"

"That too!"

"W-When did he start doing that?!"

Even though it was called a bench, it was essentially a single log processed to look like a seat. As the sow’s movements became more violent, the obscene atmosphere of her ’pussy-planing’ intensified.

In front, a sow was scrubbing her cunt against wood; behind, Urga was having her massive tits fondled.

Violet felt like her eyes were spinning.

When she had first crawled here, her goal was to analyze their physical characteristics and wait for the moment that blindfold came off.

But this lewd sow was a monster among monsters, far exceeding the expectations of this cute hunter. And the Master who broke that sow, as well as the wild boar woman, were anything but ordinary.

Ideally, she wouldn’t know where to look in such a situation.

But since revealing the identity of that platinum-blonde sow was her primary objective, Violet tried to ignore Urga, who was beginning to let out heated breaths, and Rafe, who was massaging her large breasts.

"I will leave it. Here... this sow’s pussy smell... I will leave the scent of my filthy, trashy pussy! Even for those who visit later... I will engrave a lewd female scent that won’t be erased until the day the world ends...!"

Instead, she decided to focus her gaze on the obscene Sow Knight, who was now imbuing her filthy act with a useless sense of duty.

"Ahhh, ahhh...?!"

Of course, even that didn’t seem like an easy task.

Violet’s face burned hotter as she watched the bench slowly becoming slick and shiny with love juices, and the sight of the sow’s pussy—mouth gaping wide as if to swallow the thick wood whole—slathering it with its own lewd nectar.