Late night.
Outside the confession room, after Silas made his choice, his hand instinctively rested on the wooden door. He could feel the grain of the wood and its slight chill.
It was clean, as if wiped daily.
But it seemed to be locked from the inside...
"Is someone pushing the door?"
"It must be that bad man again!"
The children noticed Silas's movement and spoke out indignantly.
"That's enough. I don't know where you heard those things, but Mr. Silas isn't like that. He's just here to discuss the future of the orphanage."
Then, a beautiful voice soothed them.
"Go back to sleep. Mr. Silas should be arriving. This is an adult matter. What you need most right now is rest."
As if her word was law, the woman spoke with calm authority.
"Is that true? But... will he really be kind enough to help us?"
"He didn't threaten you with some disgusting request, did he, Sister?"
"..."
Perhaps they had complained enough, or perhaps the woman's constant reassurance worked. The children began to waver.
The bolt was slid back.
Silas's hand, still on the door, finally pushed open the creaking wood.
"..."
Two young girls, neither older than ten, stood there staring warily at Silas.
"Mr. Silas, I didn't expect you to come at this hour."
The nun's eyes darted away, catching Silas's gaze for only a second before looking down.
Silas had imagined how good her body was, but that was just a fantasy. Actually seeing and smelling her was a different world.
The nun before him was very young. Her face still held a hint of innocence, definitely no older than twenty. Her features were delicate, and though her lips were pressed together in nerves, her eyes—a faint, beautiful blue—were more stunning than any woman's in town.
Even though she was wrapped tightly in a modest habit, the heavy swell of her breasts and the curve of her hips spoke volumes about the explosive body hidden beneath.
Especially when she stood up; part of her skirt tucked into her narrow waist, highlighting the stark contrast of her full, wide hips.
"Don't keep staring at Sister Rose! We don't want your food or your money!"
"Don't you dare do anything bad to her! Go away!"
The two children blocked her path.
"Elena, Leah, both of you go to bed," the nun scolded.
"But..."
The children glared at Silas.
"I love Sister Rose most! If you dare hurt her... I'll put laxatives in your food!"
The older girl threw a threat at Silas before leading her sister away.
Click.
As the door closed and the children left, only Silas and the nun remained.
"I'm sorry, they're too young to understand..."
The nun looked awkward, instinctively placing her hands over her chest. The way they pressed into that soft, elastic flesh made it impossible not to stare.
"It's fine."
Silas waved it off.
This was completely different from the text simulation. He could smell the faint, sweet scent of her skin.
He sat on a bench in the confession room, feeling the hardness of the wood.
"...So."
The nun bit her lip, pausing for a long time before making a decision.
"As long as I agree, you will provide food and money, correct?"
"..."
The simulation mentioned he had threatened her. Not just her—his merchant persona had coerced everyone he could. But that was the text's background.
It didn't matter now.
The "Important Choice" had been made, but how should he proceed?
Continue with the trade?
No.
He'd played long enough to know he needed to do something productive. Tasting the nun was inevitable, but there was no rush.
"Sister, is it just you and those two children here?" Silas asked.
"Ah... yes." She gripped her skirt as she answered.
"Haven't you noticed the situation in town?"
Silas felt the atmosphere here was too normal. They should be worried about survival, not just food—unless they were totally ignorant.
"I know..." The nun lowered her head.
"You know?"
If she knew, how could she be so calm?
"You said it yourself, Silas. Times are hard for everyone in town."
"I... I have only one request. Please don't tell the children."
She pressed her hands tightly against her breasts and closed her eyes, looking like a gourmet cake waiting to be sampled.
She clearly had no idea what was really happening in town.
"You don't have to do this. I've decided to help you for free."
As he watched the curve of her breasts deform under the pressure of her hands.
Silas almost let his "lower head" take over and go taste her right then.
"For free?"
The nun froze, her face turning pale. "I've already done what we discussed. I've abandoned the Lord. I told you, for my sisters, I will do anything."
"Sister?"
Things went differently than Silas expected. The nun gritted her teeth and pulled off her habit. The heavy mounds inside were still held by a bra, but they looked ready to burst out at any second.
The dim oil lamp flickered.
As the black robe fell, she stood there in only her simple underwear. Her snow-white, full thighs were pressed tightly together. Out of shame, she tried to cover her chest and crotch with her hands.
But her breasts were too large; her hands couldn't hide them, only serving to heighten a man's lust.
"..."
Silas couldn't look away. The depth of her cleavage and the way her thighs squeezed together, glowing in the lamplight, were too erotic.
"Wait, I said you don't have to do this, I'll still support—"
The nun didn't listen. She stepped toward him and forced Silas's hand onto her bulging, white breast. He felt the warmth of her soft flesh and the lace of her bra. He couldn't hide his erection anymore.
This was worlds apart from simple text.
He couldn't look away. As he pushed her bra up slightly, the resulting cleavage seemed to invite him to explore her depth.
"Sister..."
Silas tried to let logic win over instinct, but before he could finish, she grabbed the back of his head and buried his face deep into her chest.
It was fragrant. It was soft.
But... was she pushing too hard?
His nose was crushed between those two massive mounds, pressing against her sternum. It began to hurt. Silas couldn't breathe.
Crack.
Wait!
Silas's nose had broken. The pain flared as he choked on his own blood. He tried to pull away with all his might, but her strength was suddenly superhuman.
"You... you never saw me as a person. You didn't care about Leah or Elena's future. I was just a commodity to you."
"If I refused, the orphanage would vanish. If I agreed, it would only last until you grew bored of my body."
"Lord, forgive me for following these strange thoughts and using a power I shouldn't have to kill a man. I will take his valuables so the children can live elsewhere."
"..."
Silas didn't understand what she was saying. He finally managed to lift his face slightly.
"I can never face the Lord again. But you will go to Hell. You will come to Hell with me."
The nun was no longer nervous or afraid. She was a picture of twisted madness. Her beautiful blue eyes were stained with an eerie black.
A bloody slit opened right between those sweet, white, tempting mounds. It expanded rapidly. Ribs pulled apart like a cage opening.
It transformed into a horrific, massive maw lined with needle-like teeth.
Silas was stunned, unable to react.
Crunch...
Easily, Silas's head was shoved into the mouth by her irresistible strength. Agony exploded in his neck, and his consciousness cut out.
[You failed to stop the nun's mutation. You died.]
[Simulation ended.]
[You may use a charge to load a save or restart.]
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[Wealth: 121 Copper]
[Current Quest: The residents are becoming strange. Find clues!]
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