#4 Enjoyable Time of Internal Affairs (Noa - Bukkake Ass) (1)
I'd given the holy knight a monumental first-time sex experience. She already seemed at her limit from that alone, but there was no way I could be satisfied with just that much.
In the end, our "match" continued afterward. The holy knight looked like she was at her limit, but surprisingly, when I ordered her, she followed along nicely. It must be thanks to her knightly stamina, which I'd praised her for several times.
But despite being a knight, her body wasn't muscular—it was soft and feminine. Her arms and legs were slender, not matching the valiant image of her swinging a sword. Maybe it was because they used mana instead of regular muscle development. Or perhaps their god was related to beauty.
I didn't particularly like or dislike that fact. Every woman has her own charms, after all.
"...By the way, Lete, is it okay for you to just be hanging out there?"
The room reeked of lewd female musk and other erotic scents wafting everywhere. I glanced toward one corner and asked.
Lete was crouched there, staring at us. Ever since she'd brought the holy knight here, she'd been watching me from that spot the whole time.
I figured she'd be bored out of her mind, but every time I looked, she was munching on snacks the maids brought or playing around with Number Two.
"Does it bother you if I'm here, my king?"
"No, it's not that..."
"Then I'll stay."
What could I even say to that?
Lete must hate me.
What's so fun about watching someone you hate?
I'd heard about Lete from Mea—including her "good person phobia."
Apparently, when she first saw me, she hated my "good guy vibe."
And she probably still hates me now.
Of course. I'm an incredibly good person. I've decided to become the Salvation King who saves all the heroines in this game world from here on out.
No one's as kind and nice as me. I'm exactly the type Lete can't stand.
But I couldn't turn into a bad guy just to suit her tastes. According to Mea, she "won't betray you anyway," so there was no need to force her approval.
"...Knight, you okay? Had enough rest?"
I turned my attention back from Lete.
In front of me was the holy knight's massive ass.
Semen was dripping steadily from her pussy below it. I smacked that vulgarly presented ass, sprawled lewdly on the bed, and a faint "Hngh...♡" escaped her.
"You're filthy now, so let's wash up and continue? You look exhausted—I'll help you clean."
I spoke kindly, but she didn't respond, still out of it. So I shoved fingers into her pussy and rubbed her G-spot squish squish squish, and she immediately whimpered her agreement.
Lete watched us the whole time, munching on popcorn a maid had brought. God knows what she was thinking...
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My time with the holy knight—Noa Florence—was incredibly enjoyable.
For starters, her looks were totally my type, and her breasts were even bigger than the maids'. But above all, her stronger natural scent and her fresh reactions to everything were highlights.
The maids barely had any body odor, and their responses were like sex dolls—realistic but lacking, leaving me wanting more until now...
She also made a great test subject for practicing and mastering my new [Hypnosis] skill. After using it a few times repeatedly, I was starting to get the hang of it.
There were still plenty of experiments I wanted to try with Noa, but sadly, I couldn't afford to obsess over just one woman.
"I see. I could tell at a glance they were from the Holy Light Kingdom..."
"Yeah. Luckily, it wasn't an official dispatch with orders. Feels more like one saintess and her close junior holy knight acting on their own..."
I relayed the intel I'd interrogated from the now-snoozing Noa Florence to Mea.
Like with Persuasion, Interrogation also cost turns and dice rolls, but with her mental strength shredded by hypnosis, it was easy to extract some info.
A few more days, and I could probably drag out details on her nation and church internals. Not that a newbie holy knight like her would know much anyway.
At least the Holy Light Kingdom hadn't sniffed us out yet—that was a relief. If they had, they'd be ready to send an army anytime, and I'd have to pack up and relocate ASAP.
For now, I could keep developing this base.
"Grk! Lord Gaon, the funeral preparations are complete."
As we chatted in the hotel lobby, Orc General Barosy approached and saluted.
We wrapped up and headed outside.
In the open plaza right in front of the hotel, a totem made of wood and bones stood at dead center. Piled before it were orc corpses—the ones killed fighting the Holy Light Kingdom scouts.
Apparently, burning the bodies like this was their funeral rite.
They normally only held proper funerals for ten or more orcs who died heroically in tribal battles. For one or two deaths, they'd just dump the bodies in the wilderness outside the village to prevent disease.
This time, they'd planned to toss them into the Bewitching Forest. I talked them out of it.
To my modern sensibilities, soaked in civilization, that was unacceptable.
So I suggested giving them a proper send-off.
It was partly my fault for the command mishap.
I'd ordered them to capture the all-female scouts unharmed, so they died in the process. If I'd let those strong warriors fight properly, maybe they wouldn't have.
Feeling guilty, I decided to hold a full funeral. That shot my affinity with the orcs and General Barosy through the roof.
Seems Persuasion was overpowered on them—their affinity skyrocketed insanely at every little thing...
"To the brave warriors who fought for me without retreat until the end—salute."
With my half-assed eulogy, the funeral began and wrapped up quickly.
I had no experience leading funerals, and orc rites were short anyway—no long speeches.
Afterward, as they prepared to ignite the pyre, I stopped them.
"My king?"
"Their souls have gone to a good place now. So the bodies left behind? We can use them however."
Burning them to ash felt wasteful. There had to be a use for the corpses.
I glanced at Mea, who nodded as if ready and stepped forward.
"【────】"
⟨ Necromancy ⟩
Mea extended her hand toward the lined-up orc corpses and chanted the spell.
Moments later, black mist enveloped them, and the covers and straw piled for burning began to writhe.
Then the bodies underneath slowly rose.
Groooaaar...!
Clack clack clack—
Of the five corpses, two rose as zombies with some flesh remaining. The other three became orc skeletons, bones only.
Perfect, just as requested. Mea had prepared well.
According to strategy guides from my memories, undead didn't need rest, wouldn't betray, and required no food or resources—ideal workers.
The downside? They couldn't think complexly, so no intricate tasks.
But orcs weren't bright even alive, so no big loss there. Way better than just ash.
"...Lord Gaon..."
Barosy called me in a trembling voice. I turned, puzzled. Did he resent using his comrades' bodies like this?
I felt a twinge of regret myself...
"Magnificent! Even in death, they can continue serving you...! They'd be thrilled!! Grk!!"
Grk, grk!
My worries were unfounded. Barosy and the other orcs were ecstatic, practically frothing.
They'd probably do a ritual dance if I let them. Not that I would.
Anyway, they seemed genuinely happy—their affinity was still climbing. Even I tilted my head like, is this right? But if they were thrilled, my strategy worked.
Mea stayed silent, saying only what was needed, as always.
Lete stared at me with sparkling eyes, like they might shine.
Next, I headed to the "prison."
It wasn't a real facility yet—just the captured Holy Light Kingdom scouts crammed into a suitable hotel space.
"Grk! On guard, no issues! Kept the bitches from trying anything stupid!!"
"Ah, yeah. Good job."
The guarding orcs reported with overflowing zeal. Not just these guys—all orcs were overly enthusiastic lately.
The funeral and undead revival had boosted their affinity massively.
I brushed off their burdensome salutes and entered.
The scouts were disarmed but unbound. As I scanned them, one stood and stepped forward.
A sharp-featured woman—she seemed to be Reisi, the vice-captain.