Chapter 192 The Saintess’s Witness Utter Degradation

Chapter 192: 192 The Saintess’s Witness Utter Degradation

"Aah... Master is watching, yet here I am, behaving so frivolously, coveting my own pussy! With my snout gaping open like a filthy beast, smearing my pussy-juices all over a public facility used by others, rejoicing in it... Hnnngh...♥"

Schlick-schlick-schlick—!!

Just how long had she been watching this display of mad, frantic planing?

Just how much of this insane grinding does she have to do to be satisfied?

"Aah... The chain connecting my ass to my clitoris... the pressure pressing down tight between my lewd pussy lips like a rope... The pain and thrill of it roughly tugging and churning against this sow’s most sensitive spots... Haaaahn...♥"

I had heard somewhere that time is relative to the observer.

They say that while time flows equally for everyone, it can feel like it drags on or flies by depending on the situation a person is in.

For example, a boxing athlete in the ring, staring down an opponent, throwing and dodging punches dozens of times within seconds, perceives time differently than the spectators watching him.

The moment a trained boxer sees an opponent’s fist coming in slow motion, or feels as if everything except themselves has slowed to a crawl, is actually just the blink of an eye to others.

Perhaps, without knowing it, the time felt by that platinum-haired sow—who was currently busy gasping for breath at the sensation of the chain tugging her clitoris while compressing her pussy—was distinctly different from the time Violet was experiencing.

Furthermore, since that sow was blindfolded, she might think time was flowing even slower.

’No, no. It’s the opposite!’

The proof was in the way the sow clicked her tongue as if slightly disappointed, even while panting as if she were dying of pleasure.

Of course, Violet’s conjecture was surprisingly somewhat true.

The platinum-haired sow Violet was watching had originally intended to savor the sensation of that chain slowly, leisurely tugging at her insides.

She wanted to fully enjoy the feeling of the chain ravaging her clitoris and asshole while she disgracefully ground her pussy against the bench in front of her Master—relishing this moment of taking another step towards becoming the world’s lewdest sow, just as her owner desired.

But she had enjoyed it too much to take it slow.

Her vision stolen by the blindfold, the naked walk, the immorality of knowing she might be seen by someone, the thrill of committing lewd acts in a public place that her Master’s acquaintances might use...

And above all, her own pride and self-esteem in performing such filthy acts by her Master’s command.

She didn’t want to miss a single thing just to leisurely enjoy the pleasure pulling at her clitoris.

Of course, Violet didn’t catch onto these specific details.

She merely vaguely realized that the sow was experiencing time differently than herself, deducing this from the absolute, undeniable evidence of the sheer volume of love juices flowing down the bench and the sow’s reactions.

Unlike herself, who could only watch while hugging her own heated body in a daze, that woman was actively enjoying it.

’B-Bullying the pussy like that... certainly felt... g-good...’

Since Violet had only ever gone as far as sliding a hand down to touch her clitoris and vaginal opening through the crystal ball at night, empathizing with the fact that the sow in front of her was enjoying this moment was a major factor in her realization.

Of course, there was a small question that followed.

’But why is that woman torturing her own pussy like that? I know from watching before, but unlike me and Christia, she isn’t even tightly closed, and she was dripping wet... is that why?’

Is she training her weakness, as I thought before?

Furthermore, unlike herself, why was water dripping from her pussy when she hadn’t even touched it with her hands earlier?

’No, maybe she’s bullying her pussy like that specifically because water is dripping from it.’

Because she was the same. When her pussy became moist and wet, she couldn’t cool the heat in her body unless she tormented her clitoris and pussy mound. If she didn’t cum, if she didn’t climax, this heat would continue to eat away at her body.

However.

"More importantly, how long are you going to keep grinding like that?"

"Haaaah... Even though I came, my body won’t stop. I don’t want to stop! I wish this moment... would last forever... eternally... Even though I’m cumming continuously right now, I want to cum more, even more...♥"

’Huh?’

Didn’t she just say with her own mouth that she already came?

’T-That person’s pussy... it was trembling spasmodically every now and then... T-That means she was trembling and breathing out hot sighs just like I did...?’

I thought it was just an act to reach climax, but she was in the middle of climaxing?

More importantly, if she came, that should be it. Why continue that act?

If she climaxed, it should be over. Why does she keep rubbing her pussy against that thing?

Why does she want to wrap her body in heat again?

Is she not already burning? Even though she said she came, she’s breathing out scorching breaths as if she’s about to incinerate, yet her body shows no sign of resting.

Rather, she was grinding her pussy even more passionately, as if she wanted to become a single flame and burn away completely.

’Like that, it’s almost as if she’s enjoying the act of climaxing itself...’

"Seeing as you’ve enjoyed yourself enough alone, how about you entertain my eyes now?"

"Hnnngh... D-Don’t suck on them like a babyyy...!"

"..!"

Just before she could reach a conclusion about something she didn’t know...

Was it planned, or was he just tired of watching?

At Rafe’s words—spoken while he kept Urga’s massive tit in his mouth, watching the sow’s shameful display unfold before his eyes—Violet’s body trembled slightly. At the same time, the sow, who had been panting feverishly until now, licked her lips stickily as if she had been waiting for those very words.

This small bus stop was already completely dyed in the scent of females just as he and she had wanted, and the bench was in a complete mess, slick with the love juices that had flowed down from her pussy.

The sow seemed to display the strings of slime connecting her thighs and the bench, as if someone had applied glue, before spreading her pussy wide with both hands.

"Shall we enjoy it here?"

"I told you. It’s sad there’s no pig smell here. Shouldn’t we make it smell like pigs?"

"Slurp...♥"

Naturally, Violet understood absolutely nothing of this conversation.

He asked if she wanted to enjoy it, but why did she spread her pussy open? And what was this talk about pig smell since earlier?

Her body was only halfway heated, making her feel unpleasant, yet this filthy male and female kept speaking in a language she couldn’t understand.

"Kuhuhu, I knew our darling was a pervert too."

"Are you really saying that, big sis, while baring your tits right here?"

Even that Urga woman was joining in on the conversation!

Why couldn’t she understand what they were saying?

What is it? Is it a conversation that can only be understood by women who carry watermelons on their chests, like that explosive-breasted woman and the big-breasted one hovering next to the man?

’Speak so I can understand you!’

Violet screamed inwardly, overcome by a massive sense of deprivation that swept away her composure as she tried to force even a little bit of understanding about the platinum-haired woman into her head.

But there was no one who could answer Violet’s silent shout.

And in the brief moment Violet was distracted by Rafe...

The platinum-haired sow, who had been spreading her pussy while sandwiching the bench with her tits, quietly rose from her seat and began to climb on top of the sticky bench, which was thoroughly soaked in her love juices.

By the time Violet hurriedly turned her head back, the platinum-haired sow was already perched atop the bench in a posture reminiscent of an owl on a roost.

’W-What kind of thing are you trying to do now... You’ve already done enough shameful and absurd things! Hurry up and just go to your base quietly...’

"Fufu, do you see it? This chair soaked deep with pussy-water, and the sight of this vulgar sow... this lewd cunt that keeps twitching ceaselessly, spilling its drool...♥"

"Hiiik?!"

Gaaape.

The platinum-haired sow began to spread her crotch.

What is she trying to do now?! Even if it’s night, running around naked outdoors wasn’t enough? What more are you planning?!

Even if they are corrupted, even if they can’t see her, how can they continue to pile up sin like this?!

And right in front of her!

Violet began to seriously consider what the nastiest words she could say were, even though they wouldn’t hear her.

However, almost unfairly, before Violet could even finish her thought, the platinum-haired sow spread her legs and thighs even wider, acting coy towards her Master.

"Huuuugh...♥"

’Huh?!’

And then, accompanying a moan that sounded more like a cry of wonder—distinctly different from any moan heard so far—something bright and clear began to flow as the chain tugged hard on her clitoris and the pressure released.

Violet’s brain practically shut down for a moment. Without even a chance to think about the identity of that liquid, she simply stared blankly, continuously watching the fluid.

The moment the liquid contained within her finally began to release...

"Aaaah... It’s coming out again. Master’s cum and my piss...♥"

Violet nearly lost consciousness right then and there.