#8 This City and Women Are All Mine (Noa - Duel Preparation, Masturbation Special Training♥) (1)
"—Yes, yes, Saintess. No problems here. We'll be heading back soon... Yes, yes. Just a little longer... Understood... Then, I'll end it here—"
After an eternity of farewells, the magical communication orb's glow finally faded, and the connection severed. The previous conversation with Saintess Lemon had dragged on because of her excessive worry.
Noa wanted nothing more than to keep talking with her beloved big sister figure, but the problem was that this was enemy territory, far from safe. King Gaon had a habit of barging in unannounced whenever she was alone. That might not be a huge issue normally, but if he walked in during a call with headquarters, it could spell disaster in multiple ways.
There were plenty of potential issues, but the biggest was that she had no explanation for his existence. After all, Noa hadn't reported meeting the King of Ruin or being captured as a prisoner in his stronghold.
"...Hoo...."
Worried about any unexpected reconnections, she carefully covered the orb. With a deep sigh, she reflected.
She'd been maintaining periodic contact with Saintess Lemon. The device's limitations meant infrequent use—this was only the second call in the past month. In those talks, Noa had hidden key facts and spun lies.
Her investigation into the Bewitching Forest was ongoing; no sign of the King of Ruin yet, but suspicious clues required more probing. She and her comrades were comfortably lodged in a nearby village, where locals generously provided ample food and shelter.
Lemon had seemed immensely relieved by the report, even praising her for entrusting such a reliable little sister with the mission.
Each time, Noa's conscience stabbed like a knife.
'I can't exactly report that I faced the King of Ruin, lost, got captured, and now duel him daily—only to lose repeatedly...'
Was this really okay? Hiding the truth from headquarters? Falsifying reports violated doctrine anyway. A faithful servant of the Goddess lying about something this critical...
—Isn't it humiliating for a holy knight to admit capture by the King of Ruin?
—Can you really tell your loving sister and headquarters about that?
—It's fine, Holy Knight. If you're struggling to decide, I can whip up an excuse. Like how King Gaon is holding your captured scouts hostage to blackmail you...
He'd even offered that pretext. It might have eased her guilt, but Noa refused. She didn't want to owe him more.
She and her comrades lived only by his mercy. After their rude intrusion, his generous, reasonable treatment made further debts shameful.
No need for special considerations. Besides, victory in their next "duel" would free her. She could apologize for the lies then.
'If I can just win...'
Come to think of it, he'd initially said only a week as prisoner. Yet it had stretched past ten days, thanks to his constant duel extensions.
She never expected easy release. Victory in their contest was her only escape.
Shhff—
Noa slid down her pants, revealing cute pink panties. The thin fabric was already soaked, translucent without a touch.
Lately, it was always like this. Her pussy perpetually wet, clit randomly erecting, womb tingling at odd moments. Panties turned sticky and slick in no time—a real hassle.
She shifted the panties aside; cool air kissed her drenched folds, sending a shiver. Gently, she caressed her labia.
Thus began her masturbation session—special training to heighten sensitivity and pussy control, tilting sex duels in her favor against King Gaon.
'Next time... I'll win next time...'
'I'll triumph in the duel... and save myself, my comrades—everyone...'
"Nng... ahh...♡"
Igniting her resolve inwardly, Noa masturbated to memories of his firm body and rock-hard cock, her training lasting deep into the night...
Finally, time to level up the city.
No matter how much resource magic overflowed, certain buildings and materials stayed locked until the city hit required levels. These unlocks propelled progress massively.
Guides emphasized: prioritize heroes first, resource magic second, city level third.
"Then, my king. With new buildings and tech unlocked, what would you like to pursue first?"
"What new options do we have?"
"You can mass-produce stronger soldiers, conduct previously impossible magic research, build a magic academy for mage units, or erect special-function structures."
I'd checked my status window, but Mea elaborated in detail.
Options abounded, but resources were finite. City upgrade guzzled resource magic, nearly depleting new population gains and dungeon rewards.
Like spending every incoming dollar without saving—wallet perpetually thinning. Tragic reality.
But necessary.
"I've already decided what to do first post-upgrade. Remaining resource magic is slim anyway—options limited."
"If I may ask, what is your plan?"
No need to tease Mea; I told her straight.
"Build a warp gate. Linking here to the city where Lete is now."
In strategy games simulating national wars, movement is crucial. Armies take turns based on distance; distant talent delays projects or battles.
EoR shared this—efficient hero/army transport minimized wasted turns, key to clearing.
"Plus, the player—me, the king—is a unit. My presence accelerates city growth and unlocks king-only commands. Can't hole up in one spot."
"Wandering risks bandit ambushes or rifts—latter unavoidable. Best avoid them entirely."
Mea marveled, "As expected of my king. Flawless foresight...!" But I was just reciting guides—awkward.
...Purely strategic, though. Also hated walking; no cars, just days in carriages. Boring.
Thus, teleport facilities or warp gates essential.
"Man, thinking again—Noa the holy knight visiting our base was insane luck."
Her help cleared that dungeon, yielding warp gate materials.
Epic+ items couldn't be resource magic-crafted; had to farm. Without Noa, no gate.
I'd have hikikomori'd in the forest till the King of Ruin descended.
—Anyway.
Wrrrrrrrum—!
"...Warp gate complete."
About a month since isekai, this was my territory's crowning achievement—thanks to Noa. The inter-city warp gate stood finished.
—Must escape.
City Lord Renoa snapped to sanity after ages. First coherent thought: flight.
'Where did it go wrong? What happened to me?'
'No idea. But... danger. Something's wrong.'
That demon woman—Lete—suddenly building a bizarre device underground in city hall. Its special mana aura self-assembled without hands, temporarily snapping Renoa's hypnosis.
Lete's focus? Or the structure's mana? Irrelevant.
Stay, become Lete's eternal slave. Worse, hand her city—Renoa's lifelong charge—to an outsider.
Unacceptable. Even if death, resist. Warn everyone: she's the enemy. Exile her.
Or—
"Stay put."
"Eek?!"
Creeping backward, Renoa froze at Lete's back-turned command. Mind intact, no re-hypnosis. No visible magic bind.
Simply—Renoa lacked permission to move.
'No... can't escape... like this...!'
Regaining senses, yet rooted, she watched the device complete.
Soon, special mana rippled from it—someone emerged beyond.
"Hey, long time no see, Lete. Good work on the expedition."
Renoa didn't know he was king of the Nameless Nation...