#5 The Daily Life of the Captured Knight (Noa - Hypnotic Shower, Bath Service) (5)
Noa, Holy Knight Noa, and the "Lucky ■■" Noa.
I knew that name. The moment I laid eyes on her, I recognized her instantly. She's just one of the countless hero units in the game [EoR], but within the game world, she carved out her own unique position and influence.
I never actually played the game myself, but I was pretty familiar with Noa and a few other characters—those memories stuck with me vividly. The whole reason I even wanted to try [EoR] was because I was drawn to some of its captivating characters. Secondarily, it was probably the dark, adult-game vibe of the setting.
Noa was one of those characters I warmed up to first because of her design, then dug deeper into her backstory. I didn't have the time to sit at my PC and play, but during commutes, I'd scour wikis and such for details on characters' personalities, growth arcs, relationships, stats from early to late game—even their bad endings.
By the endgame, when you lose to the King of Ruin, her fate was just as horrific. I won't spell out the details, but it ended in mockery, desecration, and a pathetic death. Even viewing her as a flat character on a screen, I couldn't stomach that ending.
And now? She's not flat anymore. We're on the same plane, hearing her voice, talking directly, even touching. It makes me empathize even more—I want to save her.
'Of course. I'm an exceedingly kind, good, and moral person, after all.'
'I just hate bad ends and love happy ones. That's the normal sentiment of an ordinary guy.'
So when the choice came to oppose or ally with the King of Ruin, picking opposition and becoming the Salvation King to save the game's heroines and inhabitants felt like the natural flow. I want to save them all. My heart is filled with pure goodwill.
"A new breed of monster appeared?"
In the conference room, I was hearing the report from the executives: Mea, Lete, and even Barosy had joined. But this was something I already half-knew before the briefing.
I'd seen the monster that nearly wiped out the orc scouting party through Lete's eyes. Unfortunately, I didn't remember much about its appearance. I must've popped up its status window and seen the name, but it was fuzzy now—not crystal clear.
I paid close attention to appealing hero unit characters, but grotesque, varied mobs? Not so much.
A new monster popping up wouldn't be a huge deal on its own. But if its potential hit around Lv.3, that was a massive problem.
"More precisely, between Lv.2 and Lv.3. Barosy would've barely lost even with the base buff, but Noa could've just barely taken it down," Lete explained.
Mea chimed in from the side: Normally, this forest only spawned or hosted magic beasts with potential up to a shaky Lv.2 at best. Stronger ones stuck to their territories and nests, rarely venturing to the center.
"Above all, this place is a sacred space. Even magic beasts instinctively sense it and avoid coming here."
"......Hmm."
"And... those things smelled weird. A familiar stench."
Following Mea's words, Lete jumped back in. She said the new monster reeked of "ruin." In game terms, that meant a mob with the Ruin attribute. Those were exceptionally ferocious, wielding greater power than average beasts, sometimes with special abilities. And above all—they were harbingers of the King of Ruin's descent.
"...I don't think the full descent is imminent yet."
"Yeah, me neither. In the game, they could show up from the ultra-early game depending on the mod."
If my guess was right, this game world's difficulty was at least Insane or higher. Ruin-attribute mobs appeared at different points based on difficulty—the higher the mode, the earlier they came. So even as harbingers, we had some breathing room.
'And...'
It jogged my memory of another strategy I'd forgotten. Far more legitimate than the exploits I'd used so far—a proper head-on approach. But it wasn't executable right now, so I shelved it in my mind for the moment.
The meeting dragged on a bit longer before wrapping up.
Shhhhhhhh—
'......? Huh... when did I get back...?'
Noa's consciousness returned while she was in the midst of washing her body in her room's bathroom. The shower spewed hot water without any visible magic tool. As she rinsed off under it, Noa tried to piece together her memories.
She'd definitely been at the brothel out front just moments ago. Met the succubus Lilith as usual, received her "lessons" like the past few days, and came back... Or something like that.
"...?"
Noa glanced down at her abdomen. It was just smooth, pale skin—nothing there. No glowing tattoo. For some reason, that emptiness felt hollow.
She felt the emptiness but couldn't pinpoint why. Ignoring the vague unease, Noa kept washing. Her body was caked in some unknown sticky fluid, requiring extra care.
As she lathered up with the luxurious shampoo and body wash provided, the bathroom door suddenly burst open without warning.
"?! Wh-who are you?!"
"Oh, what? They said you weren't in your room—turns out you're showering. Got worried when I heard you were back and you weren't there."
It was King Gaon who'd flung open the door. Noa panicked, then flared with anger and disbelief. This was no accident—he wasn't even apologizing. And then, "Perfect timing. Wanna shower together?" as he started stripping right there.
Caught off guard, Noa panicked hard enough to forget her rage. First things first: she covered herself with her arms and tried to shoo King Gaon out.
She meant to, anyway.
Snap!
'Wha...?'
King Gaon snapped his fingers. Noa's mind blanked out instantly. What was she doing again?
Clueless but compelled, she slowly lowered her arms. It just felt wrong to keep covering up.
"Mind if I join you?"
"Y-yes...? N-no... that's..."
Snap!
"......Of course, that's fine..."
Another one. Her head went foggy again. But first, she needed to keep washing. And King Gaon had already stripped... wow... She'd seen it plenty, but... a man's body really is impressive...
"How about we wash each other? It'll help us get closer."
Not a bad idea. Observing him up close might reveal weaknesses. And above all, as a female, it was her duty to serve an superior male like Lord Gaon. It was the rule, an eternal truth, plain common sense, undeniable fact. Females were born to submit to males...
With that, Noa diligently fulfilled her duty as a female, lathering and scrubbing King Gaon's body with care—from his neck down to his feet, every inch. She shampooed his hair, and handled his precious manhood with extra gentleness and thoroughness.
Once she finished, he offered to wash her in return. She'd already soaped up thoroughly and tried to decline, but—
Snap!
...He wanted to bond, and refusing kindness from her heavenly male was against a female's nature.
Sluuurp—scrub—sluuurp—scrub—rub rub—
"Eek... ahn... haaah?!"
Thus, Noa trembled as Gaon's hands meticulously cleaned every nook and cranny. His soapy palms roamed freely, zeroing in on her sensitive spots. Each touch drew involuntary moans—she couldn't hold back. It tickled everywhere he grazed, and when he hit her breasts or pussy, electricity shot through her brain.
Her body heated up independently of the water. Was I always this sensitive...? Something feels off with my body right now...'
The erotic tattoo Lilith had inscribed was now magically concealed from normal eyes. But its effects lingered, real-time transforming Noa's body into prime "succubus prey." It amplified her presence like a bitch in heat—light skin grazes felt like direct clit taps, original erogenous zones multiplied pleasure by tens or more.
At first, her hazy mind didn't notice. But as she adapted to his slow caresses, the changes became impossible to ignore.
Shhhhhhhh—
Under the pouring shower, Gaon and Noa pressed together, kissing deeply, tongues entwining. Her arms, once resistant, now hung limp as she accepted his sticky kiss.
"Delicious, Holy Knight."
"Hnn... mmm...♡"
He sucked her yin energy greedily through the kiss. As an incubus, Gaon now felt a new gnawing hunger, but it came with the joy of devouring this tasty yin. Thanks to the erotic tattoo, Noa's yin output had surged in quantity and quality.
After a long feast, her lips were freed. Noa panted with glazed eyes, face flushed crimson.
"You okay, Knight? You look wiped."
"Ah... haa... y-yeah..."
Gaon kneaded her defenseless breasts as he asked. She shuddered violently, lower belly squeezed, on the verge of collapse. It took ages to reply, but she managed a shaky "I'm fine" without falling.
"Good, good. Wanna hop in the tub together? Wash up more—sound okay?"
"Y-yes, haa...♡"
Groping her luscious tits relentlessly, Gaon led her into the already-filled luxury bathtub. Incubus fluids acted like potent aphrodisiacs—sharing water with him was like soaking in an aphrodisiac bath. But Noa had no clue...