#11 Aftermath (Heart, Renoa - Erotic Tattoo Settling♥) (2)
The cultists were truly vile scum. Because of them, the city's security had plummeted. People went missing left and right, drugs flooded the streets breeding junkies, and the monsters they controlled blocked the highways, leaving citizens trembling in fear. Even without that, their mere existence dragged down public order like a plague-spreading pathogen.
But in the end, it worked out in our favor. Thanks to them, we gained the upper hand in negotiations with Renoa, the city lord. Hell, we even took credit for wiping out those cultists.
Normally, seizing a city with just Persuasion would be tough—even now, with my succubus blessings amplifying my hypnosis to insane levels. And that holds true even for a small mining town like Stonevic.
"What would you have done if the cultists hadn't shown up?"
Lete's question. If there'd been no cultists, huh. I wasn't exactly grateful, but things would've gotten a lot messier.
"First, I'd have surrounded the city with our undead monsters. Then had them make noise every night to terrify everyone."
"Like the cultists did."
"Or maybe Lilith and Mea could've whipped up some drug to spread through the streets, addicting the citizens. Oh, nothing harmful—just something that floods them with euphoria and clouds their judgment, like a super mild narcotic mist."
"Like the cultists did."
"Kidnapping the city lord Renoa and the elite, paralyzing the administration, would've worked too. Hell, making them put on a public masturbation show in the town square sounds fun. That'd tank security levels real quick."
"...I see."
There were plenty of other options, but mine were gentlemanly, wise—befitting someone who knew his limits. The kind of choices you see all the time in SLG games.
But kidnapping people and using their blood to summon mystery monsters? Wrecking an entire city like that? Cultists were straight-up evil, shameless trash, no question.
"...Who're the real cultists here?"
"? What'd you say, Lilith?"
"Nothing, my king."
Lilith, who'd come out here at my request, spoke without looking my way. She was in the zone right now—no room for distractions.
Aah... Eut... Hngh... Hiik... Nng...
In front of her were Heart and Renoa. Bound side by side in Lete's shadows like they were hanging there.
Lete and I watched them, occasionally stepping up to flick their nipples or suck on their ears for fun.
All the while, Lilith worked silently, finally pulling away her glowing fingertips to signal completion.
"You really work people to the bone, my king. Engraving Erotic Tattoos is tough work—especially two at once like this."
"Thanks, Lilith. But the other succubi are swamped, so you were my only option."
"All because of tasks you assigned. Whatever, it's fine."
Lilith stepped back a couple paces, licking her lips with that long tongue, clearly enjoying herself. I joined her, admiring the view.
Renoa and Heart. Different looks, builds, races—but right now, their bellies glowed with distinct Erotic Tattoos, pulsing with eerie light.
The same Erotic Tattoos I'd given Noa and her squad—now freshly etched on these two. Being an incubus myself, seeing them marked like this made them feel even more like mine.
"How do they look, my king? Still settling in, but the feel inside's already worlds apart. Wanna sample 'em right away?"
No reason to refuse. Lete released them from the shadows. She and Lilith each supported one, bending them over to present their asses my way.
Huu... Haa... Hiiih...
Two round asses thrust out side by side, different sizes but both pussies dripping wet below.
No need to hesitate—I plunged into Renoa's first, then Heart's, savoring each with my cock.
Thanks to the Erotic Tattoos, a light thrust sent them both over the edge. My dick felt insanely good just from being inside—like they'd cum from that alone.
Damn... Erotic Tattoo pussy is to die for...
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"Gruk-! Right here, advisor!"
"Yeah... Heard the report, but this is impressive."
Outside the city walls, atop the highway—orcs and the skeletal advisor Mea had arrived.
Piles of monster corpses they'd gathered. In one corner, bodies of orc brethren already blessed by Gaon Moon's grace.
Death was familiar to orcs. If it came in battle, they accepted it gladly. But dying for the glory and honor of serving Gaon Moon? No regrets—pure envy for those who'd offered their lives.
And it wasn't even permanent death. Even better.
"■■■■■■"
Mea chanted, extending her bony hand toward the corpses. Black mana poured in thickly—soon, they twitched, then stirred.
Kurruk... Quarrgh...!!
Clack clack clack clack clack!
"Ooh... Whoa!"
"They're rising! The ones we took down!"
The mana revived the fallen orcs too—as undead skeletons, just like the monsters.
Some undead from the fight were too wrecked to move—they'd get special fixes later.
Net result: virtually no losses for Gaon forces. Instead, a massive haul of prime ruin-seed monster undead.
Mea had grumbled to Gaon about "insufficient power," but assuming this was early game? Solid progress securing forces.
Real min-maxers might've had multiples of this by now. But by Mea's standards, Gaon Moon's command earned a passing grade.
Heart was a brilliant genius detective, reliable adventurer, scout, and investigator. A Lv.2 Hero Unit blessed by the gods.
But that exceptional talent was now just a plaything for Lete and me—pitifully pathetic, unable to resist no matter what.
"Euk... Eueuk... Ahhng...♡"
"You okay? Need a break?"
"P-please... let me rest...♡ No more, I can't...♡"
"No."
"Nyaaahiiik♡♡?!"
A firm press on her belly, and Heart writhed like a beast. She couldn't shove the hand away or squirm free—Lete's magic bound her limbs.
Naked on the bed, she'd been toyed with endlessly. Sometimes Lete's spells forced her limbs into humiliating poses.
No time for shame, though—every touch, every caress turned to overwhelming pleasure crashing over her. Even a simple belly stroke did it.
"The Erotic Tattoo's settling, so her senses are in overdrive. It's been a day, so she should be adjusting... but apparently not."
"Eueuh... Hnggrrr...♡♡"
"Looks like she's got a ways to go."
Lete calmly rubbed and pressed Heart's lower belly—evil squish—while tormenting her flat chest and nipples with the other hand.
Like playing a twisted instrument. Every pluck drew bitch-in-heat moans.
Yesterday, the tattoo shock knocked her out quick. Today: full Erotic Tattoo training began.
She was already losing it—pissing herself, sheets a mess.
But tormenting Heart was secondary.
"Now, Investigator Heart? My king wants all the intel you have. Spill everything."
Lete's mission: interrogate Heart.
As an investigator intel hub, she knew reams on Holy Light Kingdom bigwigs—and other nations too. Extracting it would supercharge our strategy.
"Refuse, and I'll crank your sensitivity higher. Endless orgasms to fry your brain? Or amp it up but block climaxes for pure agony?"
Terrifying either way. Heart thrashed in torment-ecstasy as Lete suckled her clit rapidly.
But banned from resisting by Lete's magic and my orders, all she could do was rasp moans like choking—and spill the info Lete craved.