#7 Outpost Expansion, Nameless Village (Village NPCs - No Resistance NPCs) (2)
"Fascinating."
The [Construction] command powered by Resource Magic. Seeing the results it produced, I found myself marveling at it from every angle. It wasn't just that buildings had gone up and everything looked presentable. No, the real wonder was how the once-empty streets of our newly polished outpost village had suddenly filled with people appearing out of nowhere, one by one, swelling the numbers.
I had no idea where they came from or how they materialized. But the [City Population] figure on my status screen—which had been a measly two digits until now—had just rocketed into three digits in an instant.
'Even if I could somehow build the structures, how the hell was I supposed to boost the population...'
I'd been fretting over that, wondering if I'd need to set up an orc baby factory or kidnap folks from other territories. Luckily, it didn't come to that. Still, these new residents didn't seem entirely human. I grabbed one and tried talking to them, but they just repeated the same lines over and over with barely any human-like reactions.
Game NPCs? Or maybe data that hadn't been fully loaded? They gave off the same vibe as the maids in the hotel—the ones flanking me right now as my attendants.
I'd gotten excited by the sudden population boom, but realizing what they were poured cold water on it, calming me down a bit. Sure enough, with all these people around, the noise level was surprisingly low. The only sounds came from the market stalls, and even those were just the same phrases looping like a radio stuck on repeat.
'I could've summoned Lilith a little later after all.'
If the villagers were just these doll-like puppets, I could've handed half of them over to her without a second thought. Unlike with the orcs, my conscience wouldn't even prick me.
Come to think of it, there were black magic rituals that used human corpses as sacrifices. I'd always figured someone with my perfectly normal thought processes, ethics, and morals would never touch that stuff. But now? It didn't seem so bad. At least worth considering. Maybe I'd have Mea research it later.
Anyway, doll-like or not, these were my citizens for now. Curiosity piqued, I wandered around a bit more to test them out.
"Thank you for building such a fine nation, my king."
"My king, I need more land for farming."
"I've heard rumors of monsters nearby. Don't we need more soldiers?"
"That look you're giving me is lewd, my king. An expensive girl like me shouldn't be ogled so casually, you know?"
The last one got her panties yanked off and pulled over her head. No real ego as an NPC—or maybe because I was the king—she offered zero resistance. Hell, she just walked off with them still on like it was nothing.
As far as I could tell, most residents stuck to the same script or slight variations. But a few showed a bit more variety in their responses. I checked their status screens too: clean slates, nothing like what I'd seen before, with barely any details—just a name, age, and that's it. Pure, functionless residents, nothing more, nothing less.
'...Different from the orcs.'
The Steel Fang orc survivors Barosy had brought back weren't hero units, but the system recognized them as proper individual units with extra abilities and skills. It wasn't about them being orcs. It was about being manufactured NPC villagers versus real ones.
I spotted a few intriguing differences like that, but I got bored fast. Not sure how much it'd help with clearing the game anyway.
What really caught my interest was how little they reacted no matter what I did to them. Or they'd just loop the same response.
"Hey."
"Hello, my king. Have a wonderful day."
"Where you headed?"
"Hello, my king. I hope your day is filled with nothing but good things."
"What panties you wearing right now?"
"Hello, my king. My little sibling's waiting for me at home."
There were plenty of NPC villagers, each with different looks. Every so often, I'd spot a woman whose appearance I liked. I'd step in front of her, and she'd stop dead, dutifully repeating her lines. Irrelevant to my questions, sure, but she'd stay frozen for about 20 seconds during and after responding.
I took advantage, stripping her clothes off until she was buck naked and tying her arms and legs with them.
'Face and tits are decent enough.'
Her reactions screamed NPC, but her body felt like any living woman's—soft to the touch, warm body heat, trembling when tickled, flinching when pinched hard. I groped her ample breasts while firing off more questions now and then.
The village maiden NPC gazed at me with a gentle, ladylike smile as she "answered." But as the fondling dragged on, her face gradually flushed, her body quivering faintly. When I brushed her crotch, a slick schlick of juice leaked out.
"Leaking naughty juices, huh? You feeling it?"
"...Hello, my king, I—"
Before she could finish, I shoved a finger in her mouth. She didn't panic, just mumbled around it like she was trying to keep talking. I pulled it out and stuffed her panties in instead. Schluck, squish—mmph... mmm...
Standing stock-still in the middle of the street, limbs bound, pussy exposed and toyed with. Her face stayed serene NPC-calm, but every prod made her slit drool more slutty nectar obediently.
I buried my face between her thighs and lapped at the flowing juices. Then I rolled my tongue over her stiffening clit. It twitched more vividly than before—sensitive little thing. Focusing there didn't take long before her thighs clamped tight with a muffled "Mmmph~!" as she came.
'...Mmm, virgin flavor...'
Her status had confirmed she was a virgin, and her pussy tasted the part—definitely untouched.
I untied her limbs. No resistance anyway, and since she was "in conversation" with me, she wouldn't wander off mid-chat. This time, I had her brace against the wall. She kept mumbling "Mmm, mmm" through her panty gag, expression unchanged.
I hiked her ass back and inspected her slit. Spread wide: sticky juices trickling down, and a clear virgin seal at the entrance.
I pulled out my cock and plunged it into the NPC maiden's virgin pussy. Savored the slow penetration, relishing that fresh tightness. Her body shivered faintly, but no resistance whatsoever.
"...Mmph...♡ Hmph...♡"
"Virgin pussy never gets old. Feels brand new every time."
I luxuriated in the deflowering for a good long while, then started thrusting lazily. Her hot, slick walls hugged and milked my cock on every pass. I reached around to knead her perfect handful of a breast.
Number One, who'd been waiting nearby, sidled up for a kiss. I savored her lips while my dick sampled this NPC bitch's cunt.
* * *
Noa the holy knight and her party returned from clearing the dungeon. I'd sent them out at dawn, and here they were by evening—a fast clear considering the map distance.
"Just a sec? I'm about to cum."
Noa looked flustered by the outpost's sudden changes, so I said that, then ramped up from lazy strokes to pounding fury. I cleaved her sopping, scorching depths, stabbing deep and relishing every plunge.
Her walls clenched and cradled my cock on each thrust, bliss washing over me. Schlick... haaang...! The NPC mother of two—leg hiked up, getting railed—shuddered into another noisy orgasm around my incubus dick.
Feeling her climax through my shaft pushed me over; I buried deep and unleashed, flooding her with hot seed.
"...Ah, that hit the spot. Not a virgin, but married pussy has its charms too. That perfect non-clingy squeeze, feels like she's got a bit more technique than the virgins... Damn, the detail work here is chef's kiss..."
I pumped rope after rope inside her, then lingered in the afterglow before pulling out. Cum backflowed from her slit moments later.
Business done, I dressed the NPC wife properly and sent her off—keeping her panties as a souvenir. I caught a glimpse of my load trickling down her legs under her long skirt as she left.
She was the seventh NPC I'd fucked today. Only non-virgin, but the married status was a bonus.
"Alright, first off—good work. I figured you'd clear the dungeon safe and sound, but damn, you were quick. Props to you, Noa the holy knight. Barosy and Mea too."
Barosy and Mea beamed at the praise. Noa flushed beet red and stayed rooted in place, stiff as a board. I hadn't thought the changes were that shocking... but apparently they were.
