#5 The Daily Life of the Captured Knight (Noa - Hypnosis Match Sex♥) (1)
"Sorry for startling you earlier."
Eve apologized again. But it wasn't entirely her fault to begin with—Lemon hadn't properly heard her calls despite Eve trying several times, lost deep in her own thoughts. Adding this to her dazed performance during the mass and speech, Lemon wanted nothing more than to crawl into a hole.
Now the two were in Lemon's saintess room. There were lounges and rest areas, but at this hour, people were everywhere, and a saintess with the Most Noble Knight couldn't avoid drawing eyes. It was exhausting just to have a casual chat and have to pick a spot like this.
Still, what cheered Lemon up was the desserts Eve had brought. The box was from a popular patisserie in the capital of the Holy Light Kingdom—one Lemon liked, and so did her little sister-figure Noa, who followed her closely.
That train of thought led right back to gloom. Noa... was that child doing okay? Nothing had happened to her, right? ...She prayed the dream she'd had was just meaningless nonsense....
"Saintess Lemon, are you alright?"
"Ah... Lady Eve."
"I came to pay my respects right after returning from the expedition, but you've seemed off since the speech. I'm worried."
Ah, it happened during the speech too. Plenty of people attended, but she hadn't even noticed Eve among them. I really wasn't focused at all, Lemon sighed inwardly.
Eve gently coaxed and soothed her, probing the worry, and Lemon, after some hesitation, spilled it all. Deep down, she wanted someone reliable to hear her out.
She ended up telling the full story of the dream, her fears, and Noa's departure to resolve it. At first, she picked her words carefully, but once she started, it poured out like a floodgate. By the time she realized and clamped her mouth shut, she'd said everything without omission.
Eve listened with a grave expression, lost in thought.
"That matter... to the elders or cardinals... Ah, right. Everyone left in this church—"
"L-Lady Eve! Calling them that...!"
Blasphemous, she meant to say, but Lemon couldn't continue. Hearing even indirect criticism from Eve's lips felt refreshing. She wasn't without resentment herself—especially as an orphan, harboring quite the venom. She just held back because it wouldn't please the Goddess.
Noticing, Eve gave a wry smile and voiced what Lemon couldn't: those taking bribes knowingly or not, faction-blinded fools skipping prayers and scorning others, the rigidly faithful whose extreme, murky piety was uncomfortable to witness.
They vented suspicions and gripes about such people. Lemon murmured "We shouldn't... we really shouldn't..." but listened with cool relief, soon unloading her own pent-up frustrations. She railed against elders, cardinals, and high priests who bore holy titles yet acted unworthy of the Goddess's followers.
Of course, they weren't just badmouthing. Naturally, most atop the church were exemplary. There were benevolent saints who listened earnestly, resolving issues with a word. But they were swamped—gone for months, even years at a time.
Talking about seeing them, their brilliant handling of matters, the miracles they'd wrought for the Goddess... time flew, and Lemon's mood lifted.
"Anyway, so Noa headed out, huh."
"Yes. I should've stopped her more firmly, but I didn't. Now that she's gone, I can't stop worrying...."
"How long ago did she leave?"
The saintess replied gloomily, "Twenty days ago..."
The Bewitching Forest where Noa went to investigate took even a light scout team seven days one way. Surveying its vastness could easily take ten days or more. The schedule was dragging past plan, but plans often shifted in the field. Plus, Noa had a communication magic tool—limited uses, but they'd talked just days ago.
Honestly, overprotective, Eve thought, but held her tongue.
Lemon and Eve clicked well—fun together, great conversation. Add Noa, and plates would shatter. Time slipped away too fast. They wanted more talk, but duties called.
"I'll look into Noa and the Bewitching Forest matter. Rest easy, Saintess."
"Lady Eve...! You're so busy...!"
"It's fine."
Their talk ended, the brief respite over. Eve handed over extra dessert gifts and left the saintess's room.
Eve's promise on the Bewitching Forest wasn't empty words.
Out of Lemon's room, she stared into empty space in a deserted chamber—not blankly, but at a translucent window only she could see.
Main Quest
In Progress: Subjugate the King of Ruin!
A quest window she'd seen countless times over years. Once just tiresome gibberish, now it made her heart race.
"King of Ruin... huh."
Holy Knight Eve. True name: Han Suyeon. A reincarnate. An ordinary South Korean office worker, she awoke in this world in her own body.
Luckily, as a guaranteed hero unit. Looks unchanged, but with newfound prowess. In the Holy Light Kingdom where she awoke, she built her life steadily as a fitting holy knight—boosting stats with bonus points others lacked, leveling up, clearing quests for rewards.
Soon, she became the kingdom's proud top sword, earning Most Noble Knight.
Great honor, solid footing, adapted life. But homesickness lingered. Finally, a clue to return.
Quest Reward: ......, ......, Dimensional Transfer Device, ......, ......
Among rewards for completing the King of Ruin subjugation, one stood out. No certainty, but maybe a way home. Finally, a lead on the enigmatic King of Ruin.
Her heart couldn't help pounding.
The Bewitching Forest... near the wasteland where I took down those orcs last time.
Would've been great if I'd checked then. No way to know.
If she'd returned sooner, she might've scouted instead. Don't get hopes up.
But squeeze in time soon for a look...
First, await Noa's report. Eve anticipated contact from Noa—for different reasons than Lemon.
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Noa, recipient of Lemon's worry, was now a captive of King Gaon—presumed King of Ruin—and his nameless nation.
But captivity wasn't worrisome. Gaon was gentlemanly; his subordinates non-hostile. Lodging and meals plentiful—luxuriously so for a prisoner, like honored guest treatment.
Her scout team got lesser but decent care—no mistreatment. She'd confirmed their safety yesterday, negotiating with Gaon: they'd cooperate awhile for atonement. Reasonable terms; no complaints.
Just regretted her inadequacy causing their unplanned hardship. If only she were stronger... If the Most Noble Knight were here, no such mess.
Regrets aside, no choice. She was low-rank holy knight Noa, not that paragon. No overwhelming noble power.
But Noa had things she could do. No giving up—situation reversible.
"Yeah, yeah. A bit more effort, and you'll get it. You're such a fine bitch knight, Holy Knight Noa."
"N-Nguh...♡ Hnngh... Haaah♡♡...!!"
Noa writhed, exuding lewd musk and moans, her vibrant body in motion.
Gaon lounged leisurely. Straddling his hips, she rocked her own, serving him.
Not mere service. A fair duel, sacred match.
Using her bitch knight pussy to fell Gaon's ironclad cock.
Of course, pussy wasn't her only weapon—lips, tongue, these pesky tits, full body to topple him.
N-No... it's... coming again... oh god... eeeek—!!
"Guh, oooh♡!!"
*Twitch twitch twitch twitch*
Noa's body convulsed again, climaxing uncontrollably. Helpless against the ecstatic bliss piercing from gut to crown.
She had to fell him. Somehow topple him.
But again, she came first—before his satisfaction.
Feeling that hard, hot length leisurely probing her depths, Noa sighed in rapture. Mind blanked white; innards writhed in ecstasy.
With the peak, something odd—like precious essence within her draining. Mana? Or some incomprehensible "something"?
Repeated yet unknown, baffling her amid confusion.
Gaon watched, smiling amused and relaxed: "You came again."
Infuriating, but she focused on calming, not rising to the taunt.
Once settled, Noa resumed bobbing her hips, pleasuring his cock.
Each stir of the rock-hard invader drew shameful "Ah, ahn...♡" moans from her lips....