#5 Daily Life of the Captured Knight (Noa - The Holy Knight Turned Toy, Erotic Tattoo♥) (4)
Knock knock. "Coming in, Lady Lilith~."
The sound of knocking was followed by a cheerful voice. The door opened, and two women stepped inside. Both were succubi like Lilith, summoned to work at this brothel.
The room was thick with the scent of aphrodisiac incense, but it had little effect on succubi like them. What their noses didn't miss, however, was the lewd, musky female aroma mingling with it.
"There you are, both of you. Is the upper floor training done?"
"Yesss~ How could you, Lady Lilith? Summoning us to a place this wonderful?"
"It's just too fun. Those girls up there are all total virgins who don't know a thing. Such pretty ones, and every single one so devout... Ahh♡ I could've savored them one by one, nice and slow."
The two succubi looked utterly satisfied. I'd entrusted them with training the captured church scouting party members left at the brothel. They were all clueless virgins who knew nothing about pleasing men, utterly lacking in technique.
They had solid basics as is, so they could've been fine, but learning the fundamentals never hurt. It'd be a waste not to make proper use of those valuable bodies. A woman only truly realizes her worth once she learns how to please a man.
Beyond that, they'd also been tasked with tuning their bodies for long-term use. Soon, those bodies would grow even more sensitive, weakening to pleasure, becoming ones that couldn't live without chasing physical ecstasy. Just the sight of a male cock would send them into heat, desperate and lost, craving climax every moment of every day—begging on their knees before males and fellow succubi. That was the immediate goal for these succubi.
Half the scouting party was already in practical training; one floor up, you could see orcs mating with the pious priestess bitches. The yin energy from priestesses and capable women was especially delicious, prime prey for succubi. But their holy mana was poison to succubi, making them hard to acquire. Premium goods with a markup.
And now they were being provided like this—with promises of more to come. The succubi could barely contain their squeals of joy.
"So, how's that one?"
"Whoa, already at that stage?"
The two succubi grinned ear to ear as they peered toward the back of the room. Beside Lilith, who lounged leisurely with a pipe in her mouth, Noa Florence hung suspended, arms bound overhead.
The thick female musk filling the room emanated from her. Drunk on aphrodisiac haze, Noa stared blankly into space with utterly vacant eyes. Stripped naked, her body was filthy with all sorts of fluids, but most striking was the bizarre, glowing pattern etched on her lower abdomen.
It wasn't complete yet, but each time the pattern pulsed with eerie light, Noa's body twitched and shuddered.
A mark succubi leave on favored prey, a curse pattern to degrade the body into something utterly base. Targets become extremely vulnerable to succubi spells—practically a free pass—while producing and storing far higher quality and quantity of yin energy than before.
Normally, etching something like that on a priestess—no, a holy knight—would be incredibly difficult. But against a bitch this defenseless, exposing herself so freely? Not at all.
"It'll take a bit more time to finish~ But by tonight, for sure?"
"My god, a top-grade Erotic Tattoo... A normal woman would have her vitality sucked dry and die."
"But if she endures it, she'll be amazing. Totally delicious, right? If she pulls through, I'd keep her as a lifelong pet~."
"She'll endure, of course. This one's special. There's a reason even King Gaon cares about her."
"That lord, huh~ Ahh, I wanna be held in his arms too."
"I wanna taste His Majesty's yin energy. Even as a fellow succubus~."
The succubi chattered away, surrounding the bound holy knight, licking their lips. One of the lower succubi pressed down hard on Noa's glowing lower abdomen.
"Hrroooh♡"
A vulgar scream erupted. Was she really cumming that hard? Even mid-Erotic Tattoo procedure, her body was hypersensitive to an absurd degree.
"Haaah♡ Hnngh♡♡...."
That reaction, the surging yin energy, that expression just now... All of it was so tantalizing. So seductive. They'd just drained plenty from the other scouts, but they couldn't hold back.
The succubi glanced at their boss Lilith, but she shook her head.
"No. She's mine right now. And above all, King Gaon's. Suck her dry on your own, and it'll be trouble."
"Ugh...."
"Really...."
Visibly disappointed, the succubi eyed Noa with dripping reluctance. Those looks tugged at Lilith's heartstrings. With a sigh half-amused, half-resigned, she rose from the sofa.
"...I'll take a break and check the upper floor. About 30 minutes, I won't be back. I trust you two won't touch her—but don't leave a mark?"
The succubi flapped their wings in ecstatic cheers. As Lilith left the room, they swarmed Noa's bound body—groping, tormenting, kissing, draining her essence. Even as their bellies swelled near to bursting, they couldn't stop. Noa's yin energy was exquisite.
* * *
Thwack! The sound echoed. An orc's axe cleaved a monster's skull.
"Grk-! Dead?!"
"Looks dead, kwik! Definitely! Smashed its skull!!"
"Good work! Kwarrgh!!"
In the Bewitching Forest, where King Gaon had established his base—not far from that outpost—orcs were slaying ferocious monsters.
Food was produced at the base anyway, so no shortages. They targeted only those monsters lost and wandering too close.
The outpost had some interception, but occasionally some broke through to dangerous proximity. They also checked for nearby monster nests and cleared them.
Though young orcs, since becoming King Gaon's vassals, they felt their power surge. Three or four together could handle the forest's lost beasts with ease.
They had to.
"...Tough... Grk-."
The zombie and skeleton brought along for scouting aid? Zombie half-eaten, skeleton shattered to dust. The orc warriors survived—thankfully—but all bore serious wounds. One needed support, thigh torn out.
No more scouting. Time to return. The squad leader orc judged as much, about to order retreat.
Then he sensed the ground rumbling.
Thud thud thud thud thud—
Something was coming. The moment he sensed it, death loomed inescapably close.
"Tupa!! Grk-!"
A comrade called his name. But Orc Tupa had already turned to the presence behind.
First came the massive maw. A colossal monster with glowing red eyes descended like from the sky, jaws yawning impossibly wide to devour him.
A beast never seen in this forest before. How had they missed something this huge nearby? Or had it moved too fast to detect?
Either way, Orc Tupa had no hope of survival. One glance showed it several levels stronger.
"K-Kwaaaaaarrrgh!!!"
But he was Steel Fang tribe—proud to die fighting. King Gaon's warrior, with wounded comrades here. For even one second's delay, he charged the monster's maw voluntarily.
His axe-arm muscles bulged, veins straining. One strike. Meaningless or not, he'd land one before death.
But ultimately, that resolve went unrealized. Squad leader Tupa survived.
Thwooooom!!
『GRRAAAAAAGH?!』
Like a comet, another orc giant appeared—wielding an axe twice Tupa's size. General Barosy.
He swung his massive axe, smashing the monster's temple and skull with full force.
"Grk-!"
But not enough. It would've shattered boulders, yet the skull held. Still, blood sprayed, hide split. One eye crushed, fangs broken. The surprise blow hurt the beast too.
Krunch!!
The monster counterattacked instantly, whipping tentacles from its back and an unnaturally huge arm. Barosy dodged with improbable agility for his bulk, kicking the stunned Tupa beyond tentacle range.
"Barosy! General Barosy!"
"He's stronger than us, grk-! We can win! Fight!!"
Only now did the frozen orcs snap to. Ashamed at their fear from the sudden ambush, Barosy's arrival—the hero unit—ignited their morale.
But Barosy dodged tentacles, widening distance, gripping his axe tighter with grave tension. He blocked the orcs charging to join, briefly weighing intercept or retreat.
"—I wish you'd just run and preserve your lives in a spot like this."
As he leaned toward intercept, a voice rang out. From the monster's shadow, something surged—a familiar massive tentacle.
Larger and tougher than in the prior holy knight clash, it erupted from the beast's feet, piercing its belly. More tentacles and black spines followed, impaling and shredding from all sides.
The monster died without even a death rattle.
"But charging a superior foe without fleeing? Very brave orcs. Good job."
Barosy turned. Perched on a withered branch was the demon girl King trusted—Lete.
Relieved, Barosy bowed deeply in thanks. Lete accepted haughtily, then eyed the fresh corpse curiously.
It carried a strangely... familiar scent....
