#7 Outpost Expansion, Nameless Village (Renoa City Lord - Nude Walk, Hypnosis Nude Meeting) (4)
Today I wrapped up work early. This is my reward.
"Ah... hello, Lady Lete, and Lady Renoa."
A female staffer passing by in the hallway greeted us. Lete waved her hand languidly in response. Renoa replied by shaking her ass instead of her hand. If only I had a tail, she thought wistfully.
Renoa was strolling through the workplace completely naked, a red dog collar fastened around her neck. Lete held the leash. The top floor of Stonevic's city hall was restricted to female staff only, so no man would ever catch sight of the city lord in this state.
...Renoa knew that full well, yet her heart still pounded inexplicably. Even if no men were around, wasn't parading herself like this in front of her subordinates problem enough?
"Don't let your mind wander."
Smack. Lete lightly whipped Renoa's ass with the crop in her hand. Snapped out of her reverie by the impact, Renoa let out a moan, gathered her wits, barked like a dog, and wriggled her hips.
No need for stray thoughts. Right now, she wasn't the "city lord"—she was "Lady Lete's bitch."
And a proper bitch just needed to obey, soak her pussy, and jiggle her vulgar tits and fat ass.
After a few more disciplinary lashes on her ass, followed by the crop's tip teasing her pussy slit, Renoa's bitch walk resumed. She circled every corner of the floor, squatted in a hallway corner to mark her territory, and finally returned to the office to lap at Lete's pussy in service before her "pet treatment" finally ended.
Renoa had long since surrendered her "right to human treatment" to Lete. Whether treated like a dog or worse, she was powerless to resist...
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"City Lord. A guest wishes to see you."
On one such day, her adjutant visited with that report.
Normally, visitors to the city lord were merchants griping about unsatisfactory responses to their petitions, or VIPs. But today's guest seemed different.
"They're from the Church."
The Church? With no prior notice or announcement? Suspicious on multiple fronts, but the guest had presented credentials proving their affiliation. No room for doubt there.
Normally, Renoa would have received them immediately, but she glanced at Lete. Lately, all her duties required Lete's approval. Most of her authority as city lord had already transferred to Lete's hands anyway.
"......"
Lete pondered briefly, then slowly opened her mouth.
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Investigator Heart had come to Stonevic at Eve's request. The commission: search for the "King of Ruin" and confirm his existence.
"King of Ruin"? Hard to swallow on several levels. But it was Lady Eve's request—no grounds to refuse.
'Well, it means she trusts me that much as an investigator.'
An average person might not even grasp the goal, slap together a search, and conclude "nothing here." But Heart would conduct a thorough investigation and verification. If it still came up empty, then it truly was.
That level of reliability made Investigator Heart a true professional.
Plus, she could protect herself if things went south. She was a Lv.2 unit, after all.
With such skills, settling for detective work? It was her hobby, her taste. Being a free agent unbound to any organization was irresistibly appealing.
Anyway. Heart prioritized Stonevic, requesting a meeting with the city lord. She needed intel first—stories from the advance scouts dispatched earlier. Adjutant Reisi was here at city hall. Better to inform the city lord about the Bewitching Forest probe too.
With the Church token from Eve, the meeting was fast-tracked.
"I'll guide you to the city lord, then."
The long-eared staffer volunteered. Laymen might miss it, but Heart instantly pegged her as a demonkin. Stonevic was Heterorace Union territory, though—demonkin weren't rare among them. Nothing odd.
Her eyes flashed red for a moment, blanking Heart's mind briefly. Still, she followed without fuss, climbing the stairs...
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The meeting with City Lord Renoa went off without a hitch. They'd met once before on other business. Half-elf, exceptionally capable in many ways. Just... not the most pleasant impression.
No, as a person, she was great. Friendly smile, easy to talk to. The issue was those two fruits on her chest—they ruined any good impression.
For Heart, who favored slender beauties, it was even worse. If only she'd dress to conceal her silhouette out of consideration. But that might imply self-awareness of her huge tits, which was annoying too.
...Ugh, either way sucks. Shouldn't have come.
Already regretting it.
"Hello, Investigator Heart. How long has it been since the last report?"
"Yes, City Lord. Long time no see."
Welcoming her in the reception room, Heart flinched. She'd worried about the city lord's outfit, sure. But buck naked? Not even Heart had imagined that.
"What's wrong? Something off?"
"...No. Nothing at all."
But of course. On reflection, greeting guests nude was perfectly normal for the city lord. Nothing strange. She'd been the weird one for flinching even briefly. Truly, nothing odd at all.
Adjutant Reisi, appearing with Renoa, was nude too. Only guest Heart and the trailing demonkin staffer were clothed.
"Why's the guest acting weird? Staring like she's seen something bizarre... in that state."
The demonkin staffer's eyes still glowed red. Faintly smirking, for some reason.
Staring into those eyes soured Heart's mood inexplicably...
"So, shall we hear why you've come?"
With that, City Lord Renoa naturally settled on the sofa opposite Heart. Bare-assed on the cushions.
The room wasn't hot, yet her face flushed feverishly, sweat beading.
Heart felt an odd unease but couldn't pinpoint why. She proceeded as planned, raising her prepared topics to begin the meeting...
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Lately, I'd been mulling a minor dilemma. Namely, naming my country.
We'd outgrown a single outpost hotel. Now it was a proper town—verging on city status. Time to name the territory.
Stuck as "Nameless Town" or "Nameless Nation" forever? Nah.
I consulted Mea and Barosy, but:
-That's entirely for you to decide, my king.
-Any name from you is fine, Your Majesty! Grraaah!
They dumped it back on me. Lete wasn't here, but she'd probably say the same. They'd accept anything reasonable.
'That's what makes it hard.'
"Anything" is the toughest order. Not just with girlfriends—even friends or siblings who go along with whatever.
Hoping for inspiration, I'd watched Saint Knight Noa shake her bare ass for 30 minutes straight. No dice.
Man, Noa's ass is prime. Perfect for fucking. Tits just right too. Bigger and prettier than any woman I knew back home.
No no, focus—not the time for that. Country name...
But damn, wanna fuck that ass. Pussy looks insanely tasty. Even fucking it daily makes me crave more...
No no no no, the name, the name—what was it...
"Master."
"Ass... no no, what's up, No. 1?"
"Someone's entered the city."
The maid's words puzzled me. "Intruder" or "attack" was usual. This phrasing? First time. No visitors before.
Under my gaze, Maid No. 1 continued.
"New resident candidates hoping to become your subjects, Master."