#11 Aftermath (Noa - Breast Milking♥) (3)
I wandered the streets of the city of Stonevic. This was a place that should have been utterly destroyed in a single night just two days ago. By the monster parade summoned by the cultists, and by the evil, dangerous entities they would have called forth.
The monsters had been stopped before they could breach the outer walls, and the cultists' summoning rituals had been thwarted as well. But the city hadn't emerged completely unscathed. The cultists had incited or coerced residents throughout the city into simultaneous riots, and inexplicable explosions had rocked various spots here and there. As a result, the streets were a mess of damage everywhere.
Some buildings had burned badly, and roads had been torn up in places. The dessert shop I'd stopped by before was miraculously intact, but the stores next to it had collapsed entirely.
"Hey, move that over here!"
"This way, this way!"
"Haa... how's the food situation? The merchants?"
"Pillar! The pillar's collapsing! Uwaaaah!"
The streets bustled chaotically with people trying to restore the city to its former state. There was a certain liveliness to it, but their mood seemed somewhat subdued. Every now and then, they'd glance suspiciously at their surroundings, as if anxious that cultist remnants might still be lurking.
Regarding last night's incident, City Lord Renoa had used a speech-amplifying magic tool to inform all residents of the rough details. All the riots and accidents had been the vile schemes of those wicked cultists, but they'd been safely eradicated, so there was no need to worry. With the invaders repelled, issues like food and daily necessities that had concerned the people would soon be resolved.
The city's food reserves were precarious, but without further incidents, it was enough to sustain daily life.
'Still, they can't fully relax yet.'
Even after announcing the cultists' subjugation, the public order rating remained in the negative. We'd eliminated the root causes dragging it down, but that didn't mean the stats would snap right back.
'If we leave it like this, even without the cultists, riots could break out again.'
Negative public order continuously spawned incidents and accidents. And those, in turn, kept dropping the public order level further. That would lower residents' happiness, reduce the resource magic we could tax from them, and in the worst case, the city could just disintegrate.
It was the worst-case scenario, but still undesirable. For the future, we had to take some measures. We couldn't just let it be.
"So let's think of a good solution together, City Lord."
"Eut... Y-yes...♡"
I kneaded the ass of City Lord Renoa, who was walking beside me, right over her clothes. Citizens were looking our way with curious eyes at the city lord's appearance, and this sight was undoubtedly visible to them too.
But Renoa didn't try to hide it. She continued the street patrol with her ass firmly in my grasp. Renoa's ass was plump and springy—perfect for groping...
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After the street patrol, our next stop was the prison. The heavily secured facility was packed to the brim—full enough that all but the most heinous criminals had to be released. This was another factor dragging down public order, but there was no choice. We had nowhere else to put the captured cultists.
Due to the game's mechanics, if they weren't confined to a designated prison, they'd cast spells or attempt suicide at every opportunity. Strangely, once inside, none of that happened.
"You wicked goddess worshippers! Release us!!"
"Our, our god will punish you all!"
"Die, rot under a curse!"
The corridors echoed with the noisy clamor of the cultists. Leading the cowering Renoa City Lord deeper in...
At the deepest isolation cell sat an old man. He was the ringleader of this event, a bishop-level figure overseeing the gathered cultists. Lete, Noa, and Heart had raided their gathering, taking down even this powerful magic user.
But on my orders, we spared his life and brought him here. The other cultists too—those we could save were stored in the shadows and hauled out, along with the people kidnapped to the warehouse.
Thinking back, Lete had handled it brilliantly. I wanted to praise her heaps, but she didn't seem to care much for my words, so I'd need another reward.
"Hmph...! The city lord and... the man who ruined our plans. What brings you here?"
"Boredom. Came to sightsee and check your face."
"......! You damned dog of the goddess...!"
The old man fumed, but showed no sign of charging or attacking us.
"You're a pretty strong mage, aren't you? No urge to attack us?"
"...? What nonsense is that? This is a prison."
"It is."
"It's common sense that prisoners can't attack outsiders. What are you on about?"
He said it with a thoroughly displeased look. I hadn't hypnotized him or anything. It must be the game system ingrained as "common sense" for them.
I hadn't brought guards today precisely because I'd confirmed this once before. Anyway, inside this prison, he couldn't attack visitors like us.
"Hey, how about becoming citizens of our nation? Ditch that weird god you believe in."
Renoa City Lord stared at me in shock first at my proposal. The bishop reacted a beat later—with fiery rage.
"How dare you! Me, abandon our god? Insolent fool! Die!"
"Telling someone to die to their face? Harsh."
"You worthless shit lumps who don't worship our god should all just die! Die, all of you!"
The old geezer spat on the floor and stomped, raging wildly. At his age, I worried he'd keel over. I tried the Persuasion skill, but the requirement was impossibly high. With turn-limited uses, wasting it here wasn't practical.
'Hypnosis too...'
> Target is in 'Fanaticism' state.
> Units in 'Fanaticism' state are immune to all mental attacks.
It was the same when trying on other cultists. Unlike Heart, their mental stats were low, but Fanaticism blocked Hypnosis. Probably why Persuasion requirements were sky-high too.
I tried various things, doubting it'd work, but all failed. In the end, I gave up and left the prison.
'So what should we do?'
Back from patrol, I finished a meal prepared by the waiting maids, washed up, and sank into thought. Naturally, about this city's public order and the cultists' fate.
High public order and happiness were always better. Citizens would cooperate more, and we'd tax way more resource magic.
The cultists... honestly, unnecessary. Sure, that old mage and a few with decent stats, but not many—and useless without Hypnosis or Persuasion working.
But cramming them in prison hurt public order. Releasing them was impossible too. They were a murderous bunch who killed without hesitation. Just execute them all?
"That's the dilemma. What do you think, Holy Knight Noa?"
"Uh... Uht... I don't know...♡"
I kneaded Noa's breasts clutched in my arms. With each light squeeze, milk spurted out—spurt, spurt—from the tips.
Not because she was pregnant. It was from Lilith's modifications turning her into a milking machine. She converted mana to milk, slightly different from real breast milk, apparently. Anyway, it was fun, so I played with Noa's tits like this often.
Noa seemed to enjoy the milking; just kneading her breasts had her face twisted in ecstasy already.
"Ah... come to think of it..."
"Got a good idea?"
"......Not really a good idea..."
Noa's vague response made me squeeze her tits harder. She surrendered quickly.
Her explanation: Publicly execute the cultists. Hang the blackguards who wrecked the city in the square. Let residents throw stones, vent their anger—it might soothe them. Serve as a deterrent for better order too.
"I-I'm not saying I like this method...! B-but in the Holy Light Kingdom, they often did this with cultists..."
So Noa was just relaying what she'd seen. A god-fearing nation doing public executions? ...Well, I'm no expert, so not my place to judge.
But... hmm...!
"Forget that—time to fuck you soon. Beg for it?"
"......Eut... Y-yes, sir..."
Noa was finally released from my arms. She staggered, bent over with ass to me, spread her cheeks herself, and begged.
"P-please... with Gaon-sama's... royal cock... ravage... Noa's... worthless defeated knight pussy... thrust deep inside... I beg you...♡"
Unfortunately, her plea didn't quite hit the mark, so Noa had to repeat variations several times. Only when fully satisfied did I, as promised, ram my cock into her pussy. My dick sank deep into that hot, defeated knight's surrendering hole.