#3 A Fair and Square Contest...? (Noa - Hypnosis Teasing, First Kiss, First Fellatio♥) (1)
There was a skill called Hypnosis. It was one I'd acquired recently after leveling up Persuasion to 4.
The name alone sounded like something straight out of an adult game, but while EoR was indeed an adult game, it wasn't an ero game. In the original game, it was just a gimmick that consumed a turn to hypnotize an opponent, boosting Persuasion success rates after a few turns.
I wonder how far the details go here. It works on a Lv.2 holy knight hero unit, but probably not on higher-level ones.
Skills can be leveled up too, it seems. By spending resource magic points... or raising proficiency through repeated use.
I could keep rolling dice until Persuasion succeeds, but that consumes turns too. Better to do this—can't move or act otherwise. Way more fun for me anyway.
A jumble of thoughts swirled and settled in Gaon Moon's mind. He still didn't fully grasp the dice system, turns, or most of all, this world. He'd have to learn it all through hands-on experience from here on out. In this harsh, grueling game world, there was no room for slacking off if he wanted to survive.
With a small sigh at that reality, he kneaded the holy knight's breasts in his arms.
Noa was nestled back against King Gaon, leaving her chest defenseless to his groping.
Knead, knead... stroke—rub—grind... squeeze... fondle...
"Nngh... how long... are you gonna keep groping them...?"
"Why say that? This is our fair and square contest, right? You were the one attacking so fiercely with kisses just moments ago."
Noa shut her mouth, face flushing red. True, this was a fair contest—stopping it now would be weird. If it made him feel good, she'd gain the upper hand. No reason to block it...
But it's embarrassing...
My first kiss...
She recalled the kiss from moments ago. To bring him down, she had to get as lewd as possible. That was the fair contest. And lewd meant starting with a kiss. So despite it being her first, she'd given it without hesitation—yet the King of Ruin seemed utterly unfazed.
Frustrated, she'd gone further, just like her sisters had once described, shoving her tongue in too. A long, deep French kiss... but he still looked calm. Of course, it was just a front—he had to be dying inside. She had to believe that.
Gaon kneaded her breasts for a good while, stimulating them in varied ways: lifting them from below, savoring their bounce in his palms, stroking firmly from base to tip... He even mercilessly pressed and rubbed her areolas and nipples, sending chills racing through Noa's mind.
Her body felt strangely sensitive. She'd masturbated a few times secretly, but it never felt like this. Was it because a man's hands were touching her? Or some other reason? She couldn't believe how responsive she was just from breast and nipple play.
Gaon kept groping until he turned her head again. He kneaded her face playfully, then hovered his open mouth over hers, sticking out his tongue.
"Drink up."
Saliva dripped from the tip of his extended tongue. Noa swallowed it. Why am I obeying this man? But it was a fair contest, so she convinced herself.
"How's it taste? You keep calling me the King of Ruin—does my spit taste different from others'?"
"...I don't know..."
She'd never tasted anyone else's saliva, so how could she? Gaon kissed her again, then resumed his obsessive kneading. Before long, labored sighs escaped Noa's lips. Every grope of her breasts, every tweak of her nipples sent strange sensations bubbling up from her lower belly and mind.
Noa, unfamiliar with these eerie feelings, felt her mental strength chipping away with each wave as she endured. If she just accepted them casually, something disastrous would happen—she had to hold out.
Sweat beaded across her skin, and a thick, vivid feminine musk wafted from her—unlike the maids' faint scents. Gaon buried his nose in her nape and inhaled deeply. Sweet, intoxicating, utterly delicious. He couldn't hold back.
"Alright, warmup's over. Time for the real deal."
"The real... ah, this was just foreplay...?"
"Yeah? Obviously. You think some kid's play like this decides the winner?"
Noa figured it was bluffing. After all she'd endured already, she was near her limit. For a virgin, contact with a man was overwhelming. Pretending nonchalance, she helped him undress. Up close, his firm male physique startled her repeatedly. Finally, pulling off his panties unleashed his fully erect cock, springing free.
Th-that's...
"Eek... ah♡"
An involuntary lewd sound slipped out. Her thoughts froze at the sight of her first brutal-looking manhood.
"What's wrong? Isn't freezing up mid-contest normal for holy knights?"
"N-no... no way... ngh... c-contest... we have to..."
But what next? Exposing his cock had been fine, but beyond that...?
"Allow me to assist, Lady Noa. From now on, serve with your hands and mouth."
"Eh...?"
"The Master has commanded it, so I'll guide you."
Maid #1 began teaching the virgin Noa how to serve properly. First, call it a "cock," and how to stroke it pleasurably with her hands.
"Serve with your mouth too."
"W-with my mouth...? This thing... ngh..."
"Service" felt oddly off, but Noa ignored it and followed diligently. She tentatively licked the tip of the cock before her. A bizarre new taste—but no revulsion. Instead, her heart raced, mind clouding.
Cautiously, under the maid's guidance, Noa adapted to her first blowjob. Starting with the tip, progressing to coating the shaft top to bottom in saliva. She even wedged her tongue into the sensitive groove under the glans.
Once fully slick, she engulfed the head and below, careful not to graze it with teeth.
"Ooh. Pleasure-wise it's so-so, but having a holy knight suck my cock? Fucking amazing."
"Mmph... slurp... chuup...!"
"Harder, holy knight."
Ignoring the taunts from above, Noa sucked deeper. The maid whispered techniques—ones the king had taught them. Gradually, she got the hang of it: schlup... schlup... realistic wet sounds emerged.
Making such vulgar noises, Noa felt the hot cock filling her mouth. Saliva drooled past her lips. Amid the chaos, her lower belly and pussy throbbed.
Sadly, her first blowjob wasn't that pleasurable. But Gaon taunted without stopping her, and Noa persisted, experimenting with angles and suction to torment him more. She truly believed pleasuring him sexually made him suffer. To win, she had to satisfy him—her logic twisted.
I'll make you feel even better... with this mouth that prays to the Goddess...!
Chup, chup, chup, schluurp— Lost in service, the cock in her mouth felt lovable. She was getting addicted to its lewd taste and scent.
The guiding maid now hugged Noa from behind, groping her breasts instead. Then Gaon's hand gripped her head, thrusting his hips. He ravaged her mouth—stirring, twisting, plunging deep, claiming every corner.
When he prodded her throat, she nearly gagged but held back per the maid's advice.
How long did he plunder her mouth?
"Good... here it comes—swallow it all, holy knight...!"
"Mm... mmmph?!?!"
And then—gulp, gulp, gulp— thick, hot semen flooded in.
Thinking it urine at first, she panicked—but the maid's whisper helped her collect it all.
Mngh... mm... twitch, twitch—
The spent cock withdrew. Noa swirled the load on her tongue, savoring, then gulp, gulp swallowed. Leftover dribbles from her lips? Scooped up and sucked clean.
"Haa... ha... haa...♡"
Noa finally swallowed it all, cheeks flushed crimson. Kneeling on the floor, heaving breasts exposed, she gazed up at the king with fervent, vacant eyes.