#8 This City and Its Women Are All Mine (Renoa City Lord - Massive Tits Paizuri, Reverse Cowgirl Service♥) (5)
As I've mentioned several times before, I've never actually played this game myself. At most, I've only skimmed strategy guides during my commute when I was bored.
That's why there's still so much about the game's systems that I don't know.
And today, Investigator Heart revealed some of those unknowns to me.
Mental strength stats have that kind of effect, huh. So hypnosis might not always work.
There are also [skills] and [abilities] that resist hypnosis.
If I'd run into a unit like that without knowing anything, it would've been a disaster.
Heart doesn't know about the game or [EoR]. She's just answering based on her own knowledge and common sense.
So she probably hasn't told me everything I don't know.
There's still way too much about this game that I'm clueless on. I might need to dig deeper and research more.
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'...For some reason, I'm exhausted today.'
After finishing her day's work and returning to her room, Heart let out a sigh as she set down her gear.
Her body felt strangely heavy and sluggish. She hadn't moved any more than usual.
If she had to guess, maybe it was from the cafe incident earlier.
Her memories there were hazy, and when she came to, she'd been slumped over the table, asleep all alone.
Even if she'd let her guard down, falling asleep like that in a place like that—especially while spying—was hard to comprehend.
Still, she'd managed to get some leads on the cultists. Major ones, at that. She might uncover their true nature much sooner now.
For now, she'd wash up, go to bed early, and shake off the fatigue. Tomorrow looked even busier.
'Ah... but first... I need to masturbate...'
That thought crossed her mind, followed by a faint question: 'Why, though?'
Then came a knock. Knock knock.
She asked who it was, but no answer. Peering through the door's lens, she saw a demon girl she recognized standing there.
"......."
Bracing herself just in case, Heart gripped her weapon and slowly opened the door.
"Good evening, Investigator Heart. You haven't forgotten me already, have you?"
"...You... from the city hall..."
"We met when I was working at city hall. Is that all you remember?"
Is that all? No, it couldn't be.
She'd definitely seen her today, too. Not as a city hall employee.
This girl was definitely... Gaon King's...
'Gaon King...? Huh...'
Who was he? What kind of person? Why did she remember him? And why did recalling that this woman served him make her feel so at ease?
"So this is the room you're staying in. You could have a nicer one. The security's good, but it's a bit uncomfortable for me. Starting tomorrow, stay at the lodging I designate."
"H-How do you... know about this place..."
"How? You told me yourself. You, me, and Lord Gaon."
Told her? This was her base and hideout. No way she'd casually reveal it.
But the memory was crystal clear. She'd personally given this woman—and Gaon King—the address and room number...
"Lord Gaon ordered me to stick with you until we root out the cultists. No choice. You'll have to adjust to me."
And with that, the demon girl—Lete—sauntered past Heart into the room like she owned the place.
Glancing around, Lete spotted an incense burner on a shelf near the bed and stroked it.
"Traces of use. I wasn't sure it'd work, but you followed my instructions perfectly. Good girl."
"Wh...at... what does that..."
"So, what's first? Judging by your outfit, you just got back. Planning to wash up, then masturbate, then sleep? Sounds good. I'll help. Let's do it together."
Heart closed the door. Then followed Lete inside.
She was still confused. None of this made sense.
But defying this woman? The thought didn't even cross her mind.
Her words carried an inexplicable compulsion: obey without question.
'Of course... He...'
'Lord Gaon ordered it... That's the feeling.'
Right. Of course. If Gaon King commanded it, she had to obey.
No need for reasons.
"Good. First, kiss me. I need to check if you're listening well."
"......Yes."
And so Heart did. Like she was entranced, she walked to Lete, pulled her into an embrace, and pressed their lips together.
Lete's sticky kiss followed, draining her yin energy just like earlier that day.
The pleasure of having her yin sucked out blanked Heart's mind white, her sharp eyes glazing over...
The first time I laid eyes on Heart today, she struck me as a shockingly flat-chested bitch.
Not completely childlike, but her immature, meager tits were on par with a kid's—maybe even less developed.
Every other part of her screamed mature adult woman, which made the imbalance even more glaring.
But for some reason, Heart's flat chest tugged at my heartstrings.
After getting spoiled by Noa's and Renoa's massive racks lately, it felt like God sent a messenger saying 'Know the truth'—a fresh shock that woke me up.
'Honestly, I wanna go pop her cherry and fuck her brains out right now.'
But she's in the middle of an important mission: tracking down the cultists.
I can't leave them alone. Gotta root them out and eliminate them ASAP.
Fucking her virginity away is fine, but if she ends up like Renoa yesterday—bedridden and moaning till noon—it's a problem.
Noa the holy knight has absurd stamina stats, so she'd bounce back quick. But Heart? Despite being a Lv.2 hero unit, her stamina's as pathetically low as Renoa's.
So, hold off for now. I'll savor those beautiful flat tits after we excise every last cultist.
"Take good care of me for a while, City Lord Renoa. I know it's tough alone, but no choice. I'll try to suck your yin gently."
Hoo... haa...
The one kneeling between my legs? Renoa the city lord.
She's got my cock wedged between those huge tits, slobbering saliva into the valley and squishing them together in service.
This is Renoa City Lord's mansion in Stonevic.
She looked like she had work left, but I made her wrap it up early and clock out.
The city's mine soon anyway. With major administrative overhauls coming, most of her tasks will be obsolete.
Wasting time on that crap is pointless. Far better to have her servicing this king's dick—way more valuable and useful.
Squish, squish—rub, grind—
"Lord Gaon... does it feel good...? With these vulgar tits... like this...♡"
"Yeah, yeah. Feels amazing. Keep going just like that. Use your mouth sometimes too."
"Yesss...♡"
The pressure of my cock enveloped in those massive tits was addictively good.
But even as it felt great, seeing Heart's flat chest earlier left a strange emptiness, a lingering regret.
She couldn't do this with those. No soft, pleasurable squeeze like this.
Couldn't feel that heavy, overflowing heft that barely fits in your hands.
'Why does that pathetic little chest keep popping into my head...'
It was inexplicable. Unable to sort my own feelings, I pinched Renoa City Lord's nipple hard enough to hurt, punishing her.
The city lord, mid-titjob, scrunched her pretty face and squirmed her hips like a needy bitch.
Haa... ooh... haaa...♡
And Renoa City Lord continued servicing Gaon King.
She's an excellent woman and worker, but under hypnosis, her reason and will dominated, she's nothing but a vulgar female meat slave.
The vulgar bitch meat slave straddled the reclining Gaon King's hips.
She aligned her pussy with that towering, superior cock and slowly lowered herself.
Unfamiliar with this and with such a huge dick, she failed a few times before finally impaling herself.
Not as impressive as her tits, but her massive heart-shaped ass dropped, slurping his cock deep into her guts with a glorp.
Glorp... glrrp... GLOOORP...!!
Nngh... eek... aaah...
And slowly, Renoa City Lord's hip movements began.
Her sopping wet pussy clenched pleasurably around Gaon King's incubus cock, repeatedly swallowing and spitting it out.
Renoa's no-longer-virgin pussy delighted in pleasing this superior male king's rod.
At the same time, her pussy felt it dozens of times more intensely, forcing her to stifle happy screams.