#6 Stonevic and the Shadow Intruder (Noa - Climax Bet Sex) (1)
Stonevic had been hit by a string of misfortunes lately. Half of them stemmed from the Bewitching Forest, a quarter from environmental factors, an eighth from the homeland and upper echelons squeezing the city dry, and the final sliver from the Seeds of Ruin popping up across the continent, stirring up trouble everywhere.
The most pressing issue right now? Probably the Bewitching Forest. A few months back, the number of monsters spilling out from it had spiked. The city's observation team reported that the poisonous miasma was thicker than before, too.
Stonevic was a mining city, built for extracting resources. With half its residents being simple laborers, it didn't have the manpower to leisurely fend off the surging monster hordes. They'd managed without major losses up until recently—but that was then.
Lately, Ruin Seed monsters had started emerging from the forest. Not just hardened by the forest's poison, these things carried the attribute of ruin itself. Even a full squad of soldiers struggled to take one down.
Not long ago, when they sent troops to clear monsters from a major highway, a Ruin Seed ambushed them out of nowhere. They lost half their precious soldiers and failed the extermination to boot. The highway was still occupied.
The area was bordered by forest on one side and treacherous mountains on the other. Travel routes were limited. With the largest, fastest highway seized by monsters, the city's logistics were crumbling fast. Merchants and businessmen were flooding the mayor's office with complaints.
All the mayor could do was submit petitions to the homeland for aid or post mercenary bounties in other cities. But neither was reliable right now. As mentioned, Seeds of Ruin were rampaging everywhere, tying up forces continent-wide.
The homeland's response to the petition from months ago? "Hold out a little longer." No change expected this time either—even as those terrifying Ruin Seeds multiplied by the minute.
The silver lining? The Ruin Seeds hadn't charged the city yet. Like rolling a lucky dice throw. Instead of attacking directly, they just prowled the outskirts.
But luck doesn't last forever. One day, the dice would fail, and the monsters would swarm in. The walls had been reinforced as much as possible, but how long could they hold against those things?
If only that holy knight were here. As church folk, they might've helped if we asked.
Mayor Renoa pondered. A reconnaissance team from the church had used the city as a base for forest expeditions. They included a holy knight—one said to be especially effective against Ruin Seeds. Maybe she could've repelled them.
But it'd cost a fortune in "donations." Exhausting just to think about. They'd let the goddess church in for political reasons, but Renoa wanted nothing to do with them if possible. In her eyes, for all their goddess worship, they were just opportunistic leeches.
But they still haven't come back.
It had been about ten days since their last expedition. The forest was vast, and they camped out for days at a time, so a few days' delay was normal. But ten? That spelled potential trouble.
Should I report this to the Holy Light Kingdom Berea? God, it'll just mean more headaches—I can feel it!
Not a feeling—certainty. When the recon team first arrived, announcing they'd base here for a while, Renoa had drowned in paperwork and negotiations. She'd accommodated their "short stay" without major issues.
But if something had gone wrong during recon? It'd be ten times the hassle.
Even if it was at Saintess Lemon's request... I shouldn't have agreed. My own neck's on the line here...
But if things went well... I could've aimed higher than mayor. No, forget that—my life's hanging by a thread right now!
Amid all these headaches, Mayor Renoa suffered worsening stomachaches, migraines, and stiff shoulders by the day. Her aide gave daily massages—and nurtured murderous intent just as steadily.
* * *
"Gaon! We're back!!"
General Barosy's booming greeting echoed. I praised him with a casual "Good work" through the slightly ajar door.
That single phrase bumped his loyalty and affection even higher. Was there no cap on affection stats?
Barosy had brought fine game, it seemed. He finished his report and left promptly. I'd follow soon.
But first, finish what I was doing.
"G-Gaon... my king... focus... This time for sure... hngh... I'll beat you... and free myself... and my comrades... ahh♡ nn...♡♡"
"Yeah? But Noa Holy Knight, aren't you already on the edge?"
"N-No, not yet...♡♡"
I slammed my half-sheathed cock fully into Noa Holy Knight's defiant pussy. Sweet bitchy moans rang out, but she somehow held back her climax. Impressive—and infuriating.
I pistoned deep again. She couldn't endure this time, squirting with a vulgar nyoooooh~!
"A-ahh... ha...♡"
"That's seven orgasms, Noa Holy Knight. Looks like you lose today's bet too. Right?"
"N-ngh... y-yes... I lost...♡ B-but... tomorrow...♡"
The knight wanted to say more, but I kept thrusting regardless. Even after cumming her brains out, her climax-hungry pussy milked me greedily. Finally, I flooded her depths.
Hnnngh~! As always, she squealed in slutty rapture at my semen. Stupid—er, cute—Holy Knight's bitch-womb felt divine when creampied. I wanted to knock her up for real.
"Ah... ugh... you came... so much inside again..."
"But it felt good, right, Knight?"
"......Kh...♡"
Frustrated groan. Leaving my cock plugged in her pussy, I opened her status window and summoned the dice into the air.
"You said 'tomorrow...' earlier, Knight."
"...Y-yes... Tomorrow... I'll win... I will..."
"Not giving up is admirable. But assuming there's a tomorrow? Not wise."
"......?"
Perplexed look from Noa. No need to explain—I posed the usual question.
"Knight—will you be mine?"
Target: Noa Florence
Dice Roll Initiated...
The dice spun in the air—
After the satisfying creampie, I had Noa Holy Knight clean me with her mouth-pussy. Dressed lightly, I stepped outside the base.
Nearby, orcs sorted spoils. "Gaon!"
"Yeah, yeah. Good work, everyone."
Seeing me, they roared uoooooh! like fans. Idol vibes—except the fans were burly orcs. Not bad, though.
Their spoils: monster corpses and gathered materials from around here. Mea had taught the orcs directly—giving squad leaders illustrated guides since orcs were thick-headed.
Corpses and rare gathers had uses. Solid gains already, but the real prize arrived late.
Thud—thud—
Crashing through trees came a colossal undead monster—bigger than me or even Barosy. Red-glowing eyes, drooling, it lumbered over slowly.
It bared its vicious fangs before me, then bowed its head.
"Good hunt. Well done."
Petting the undead beast's head, it wriggled happily. This was the Ruin Seed Barosy and Lete had slain before. I'd had Mea undeath it again.
The giant undead danced joyfully, then dropped its load—a massive monster corpse like itself. Similar Ruin Seed traits, different form.
"This the spoil? Barosy's kill?"
"Gruk— Yes!"
"Good job. Worth the mana pour."
Barosy, formerly early Lv.2, was now Lv.3. After that near-death report, I'd leveled him up immediately.
"Lete's out, so you're my rock, Barosy. Countin' on you."
"Gruk, gruuuuk!! Leave it to me, my king!!"
Barosy knelt, tearing up, deeply moved. Other orcs eyed him enviously. Feeling their stares, I slipped away quick.
I'd said that, but I had another ace up my sleeve—freshly made. Base should be safe.
Hope Lete's side goes smoothly. No dangers, please.
I thought of absent Lete. Right now, she was—