#15 Raid (Noa - Naked Affectionate Hug) (2)
Our current location: the Bewitching Forest. And the city of Stonevic that we'd just acquired. We'd gotten our hands on these two territories, but that wasn't enough to satisfy us.
Stonevic, in particular, was still officially under the Heterorace Union on the surface. We were still exchanging communications with their upper echelons. If we suddenly changed their affiliation, word would get back to their homeland, and they wouldn't just sit idly by. No matter how much power we'd scraped together, if they declared war, we'd all be dead. Even if it was a somewhat weak nation on the other end.
It wouldn't even qualify as war in the first place. It'd just be them exterminating the parasites that had quietly infested their home. We were still pathetically weak. Small and powerless. It wasn't the time to proudly declare our nationhood and proclaim, "This is my territory."
We had to cower and bow our heads to avoid detection. If we hated this situation, we'd have no choice but to build up our strength. We needed to grow powerful enough that they'd hesitate to declare war on us. Once our own forces were strong, domestic affairs and diplomacy would become far smoother too.
"That's why we've gotta aggressively absorb the nearby villages and towns. Make them ours. Once we've bulked up like that, we'll collect way more resource magic. And with that magic, we can crank out armies and facilities like crazy."
"I agree, my king."
"Whatever Gaon wants to do is fine by me."
"Tuk! I'll stake my life to fulfill Gaon-sama's will! Tuk!"
My vassals' morale was sky-high. No opposition whatsoever, so we were able to continue our strategy meeting on "what to do next" in a pretty positive atmosphere.
* * *
High motivation was great, but not everything in the world could be accomplished with enthusiasm alone. Even if we focused on negotiations and diplomacy, we needed intelligence plus at least some baseline negotiating power. So for now, it was still the preparation phase.
I assigned Heart to gather info on the surrounding areas, and for the first time in a while, I invested some resource magic into developing the territory. The territory level rose from 2 to 3. According to the status screen, that matched Stonevic's stats now.
Higher territory levels meant higher negotiating power. We could collect more magic resources, and use those to strengthen our hero units. A well-raised hero unit could take on an army solo. That's why one of the playstyles in [EoR] was to RPG it up with a single hero unit. There were even strategy guides recommending RPG routes, though I barely remembered since it didn't interest me much.
The proportion of orcs among the territory residents has increased.
The racial ratio of the territory's residents will be readjusted.
Current racial ratio: Humans 93% / Orcs 7%
"Huh?"
For some reason, a message window like that popped up right in front of me. At first, I froze, not getting what it meant, but I quickly realized.
"Noa. Looks like one of your subordinates safely gave birth to an orc baby."
"Nehh...?"
On the bed. Naked Noa leaned against me, hugging me tightly as she let out a dazed sound.
"I heard the first scouts to get pregnant were nearing their due dates."
After getting captured along with Noa, those women had been daily orc cumdumps in the brothel's breeding area. Getting relentlessly fucked by the virile, energetic orcs every day, it was only natural they'd all knock up quick. Apparently, they'd reached full term safely.
But I still couldn't wrap my head around this "[racial ratio]" message.
"What do you think, Noa? Your comrades gave birth to orc kids."
Orc babies. And not because they wanted to. The old Noa would've been furious, but not anymore.
"Haa... I'm so jealous... I want Gaon-sama's baby too...♡"
Noa sighed with genuine envy.
"Sorry, but not right now. You've got a ton of stuff to do for the time being."
"Mmm, that's a shame... But if it's for Master, I'm happy...♡ Just get me pregnant later, okay...♡"
"Yeah, later for sure. I'll knock you up with my seed."
"Heehee♡"
Noa giggled happily and started peppering my body with kisses while hugging me. From the nape of my neck to my arms, back, and everywhere else. Like she wanted to mark her territory all over. Not satisfied with lip kisses, she even started grinding her pussy against me, rubbing hard.
Like a sex-crazed monkey. Ever since her slave declaration, she'd been like this. Even without hypnosis. Post-declaration, her affection toward me was skyrocketing unrestricted. Similar to the orcs, but the bonus resource magic from Noa's rising favor was way higher than with them. Were women more efficient than men? Or maybe because Noa was a hero candidate, she was special?
Either way, I was just grateful for Noa endlessly showering me with that all-purpose resource.
"They're precious comrades, right? Shouldn't you go congratulate them on their births?"
Noa hesitated at my words, then mumbled, "Later... a bit later..." putting it off. Then she hugged me even tighter. Apparently, sticking with me right now was more important than her comrades. Such a loyal mindset—what a good girl. I couldn't hold back and groped her ass roughly.
And all the while, Noa's affection toward me kept rising...
* * *
The orc scout Tutu was in high spirits during his forest patrol. He'd heard that the female he'd impregnated was about to give birth to his child. She might've already popped it out by the time he got back.
Those annoying goddess cult bitches had soft, tasty bodies and great stamina. All the females King Gaon gave them were great, but one stood out. The one who'd conceived first and was due soonest.
The goddess cult scouts had been gangbanged by all the orcs. Every one of them seeded by the whole tribe. No way to know whose sperm took for that woman. But Tutu was certain. He believed himself the tribe's cum king with the strongest seed. He even thought he matched—or surpassed—their revered orc general Barosy in this department.
'Heh, heh heh, my... my baby... heh heh, and from a human bitch...'
Tutu was thrilled, convinced without a doubt that the baby was his. The other two orcs patrolling with him, Papa and Kuku, felt the same. Each believed today's birth was their kid...
"...?"
"Tuk! Something's there."
And just like that. As they fantasized about returning from today's mission to joyous news, someone appeared before them.
Snap.
It was a human female. Strolling casually like on a walk. But her clothes were torn in places, bloodstains everywhere. And she gripped a sword already drawn from its sheath.
Tutu and the orc warriors raised their weapons. Just one human female. Tiny and frail compared to their massive, warrior orc builds.
"Tuk! Halt, bitch. This is Gaon-sama's land ahead. If you wanna go further... uh, so—"
"Drop your weapons, all tuk."
"And if lost, we'll escort ya out, chut."
"Th-that's it! Tuk!"
With help from the others, they recited the standard protocol. Refugees disarm and get escorted to the territory. Strays get booted from the forest. The usual manual for forest encounters. Not that people showed up in this poisonous hellhole often.
'......?'
'Why's there a chill...?'
Tutu felt goosebumps for some reason, but couldn't pinpoint why. Orcs were desensitized to death from their lifestyle. They didn't recognize the sensation as the universal instinct all creatures shared—survival instinct.
Shiiing—
"...Huh?"
For a split second, the woman ahead blurred like a mirage. Then Tutu's vision spun wildly.
He never knew. The holy knight had closed in unseen and severed his neck in one clean stroke. His head spun through the air, but he died oblivious, consciousness gone.
Splurt—
Splash—
The other two suffered the same. They tried swinging as his head flew, but her sword was far faster. Each light swing lopped off a head. The heads thudded down, followed by the headless bodies collapsing.
"......."
The black-haired holy knight who'd slain three orcs in an instant flicked the blood from her blade and sheathed it casually. Then, as if nothing happened, she headed deeper into the forest—toward "Gaon-sama's territory," as the orc had called it.
