Chapter 9: Exterminate the Heretics (Investigator Heart - Hypnosis Flat Chest Teasing, Ass Spanking♥) (3)
'...What the hell is this...'
'I keep feeling this nagging emptiness, this restless stirring... but I can't pinpoint why.'
'Is it just because this guy's in front of me, making me tense? Heart sat on the sofa, fiddling with her knees, puzzled. She was dressed perfectly within regulations, and she didn't think she was being rude in any way. Still, for some reason, it felt like the man before her—Gaon—was persistently eyeing her chest area.
But Heart, ever self-aware, knew her flat chest wasn't the type to draw men's gazes.
'Get it together. Forget that—focus on the negotiation.'
If she couldn't convince this man, things would go south in a big way. Steeling herself like always, Heart tried to cool her head and steady her heart. But for some reason, her efforts weren't working as well as usual. The tips of her meager breasts, her nipples, stood stiff and erect as if engorged with blood in this situation... They look like they'd feel amazing to touch...
...
Heart's sudden request for a meeting had caught me off guard—in a good way. I'd been planning to summon her myself. But here she was, calling me first. And the topic? Exactly what I wanted.
"—Here's everything I've dug up so far. The heretics' rough numbers, the date, time, and place of their next gathering nearby, what they're planning in this city... and so on. If we move fast, we might not wipe them out, but we can hit them hard."
"Oh..."
"But even if we tip off the Holy Light Kingdom, verifying and sending people will take time. By then, the heretics will have achieved their goal."
Heart's pitch was intriguing, likable even. Unlike Noa the holy knight, who'd shrugged with something like, "If we can't help it, just bulldoze 'em all." Hard to believe that's a holy knight talking. What kind of saintly hero candidate pulls that crap?
Heart wanted to stop it. She claimed it was because her interests, useful talents, and connections were tangled up in it. But I could sense genuine mercy toward the city's people too.
Thinking about it, she was way better than that holy knight ranting about "exterminate the heretics!" and burning everything to the ground. Why wasn't she the holy knight?
"So, what do you want from me? Ready to get to the point, Investigator Heart?"
"......What I'd like to ask of you, Gaon, is simple."
But, she continued.
"This woman here, Lete—she's your subordinate, right? I'd like to borrow her. Will you lend her to me?"
It was a request full of surprises, stacking one unexpected layer on another.
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Investigator Heart apparently had a Search skill. It let her peek at others' normally hidden statuses—something I couldn't do fully unless they were my subordinates. I might glimpse bits like levels, but most data stayed locked.
Heart had scanned Lete with it, discovering she was a far higher-level hero unit than herself. Plus, with her Ruin attribute and succubus traits, Lete boasted stats that outclassed even same-level units. Stronger and more versatile than a hundred regular soldiers, and stealth-capable to boot.
Borrowing her? Asking for that kind of firepower?
"Bold move. Not a bad call at all."
Investigator Heart had already left with Lete. Her argument was airtight—no room for refusal. Any nitpick I tried, she countered instantly with a prepared rebuttal. Logic lock. She'd anticipated every question, answers locked and loaded. No chance I'd win that negotiation.
I was thoroughly persuaded. Hell, I even gave her more than she'd asked for. Maybe she had Persuasion too, rolling max dice like a jackpot.
Probably did.
I'd never played the actual game, so who knows. But NPCs must initiate deals sometimes, not just players.
Anyway, her negotiation was flawless. Nothing like my cheat-heavy style.
Handing the heretics to her should work out fine. But a sliver of unease lingered. Those strategy guide memories about the heretics nagged at me. I couldn't just sit idle...
...
"You did great, Investigator Heart. Gaon seemed quite pleased with your proposal."
"Hoo, hng... hngghh..."
"You're even more capable than I thought. Lucky me."
And now, Heart's new lodging. After the meeting with me, Lete had led her straight back here. Some outdoor tasks remained, but they weren't urgent.
Unlike her old place, this lodging was lavish—way too spacious for two. Hell, they'd rented the whole building. Extravagant, but Lete didn't care.
In the center of that opulent room stood Heart, naked, legs spread wide. Hands clasped behind her head.
The air was thick with sweet hypnotic incense, her body slathered in glossy aphrodisiac oil. Lete's hands roamed her form. Kneading her scant breasts, rubbing those perky nipples wickedly with her palm.
Each time, a tingling moan escaped Heart's lips. Not just the drugs—the past few days of Lete's "training" had sensitized her body to every little touch.
Lete's caresses grew stickier on the defenseless Heart. Tongue delving into her ear, licking fervently. Hand pressing hard on her lower belly, teasing her womb. Heart grimaced, waist buckling as her pussy drooled nectar.
Then Lete gripped Heart's ass, kneading roughly—smack! Spanking it too. Hiiik— haaak... Heart felt sharp pain mingled with illicit pleasure each strike. The sheer novelty heightened it.
Ignoring her feelings, Lete kept spanking mercilessly. Slap slap, smack smack—lotion splattering, cheeks reddening.
"Investigator Heart... so smart, wise, kind-hearted. Such a good person."
"Higguu... th-thank yooou..."
"But that's why I don't like you. I'm a really bad girl. I hate good people like you."
Heart trembled, legs quivering in that vulgar pose. Lete supported her—while spanking on.
By now, Heart felt a bizarre new kink forming where none had been. Lete's intent, exactly.
Lete was pissed—not just at Heart's goodness triggering her "nice-girl phobia." Toying with an annoying woman like this was fun. But during today's meeting with her master Gaon, Heart had earned his high praise. He hadn't said it outright, but Lete could tell. Gaon had even declared he liked "capable people" multiple times.
Watching that sparked jealousy in Lete. This flat-chested bitch—front and back indistinguishable—stealing his attention?
"......."
"Ahiik... hiiik?!"
After relentless ass-slaps, Lete targeted those flat tits and nipples. Splat! Heart wailed, "Uooohh...♡♡" in vulgar ecstasy.
The ass was decent enough, but maybe this flat chest was her weak spot.
Either way, punishment time. That's why they'd returned early.
"You've got work from Gaon, so I'll hold back a bit... but it'll be way harsher than the last few days. Looking forward to it?"
Flick flick, ping ping—Lete whispered, snapping those stiff nipples. Aghut, hngk... Heart shuddered, still lost in a haze, whimpering incoherently.