[You failed to stop the nun's mutation. You died.]
[Simulation ended.]
[You can use a charge to load a save or restart.]
[Remaining charges: 3]
[Wealth: 121 Copper]
[Current Quest: The residents are becoming strange. Find clues!]
[Rewards: Constitution +1, Spirit +2]
[Restart / Load Save?]
Silas's consciousness returned to the stable.
The rewards were somewhat useful. At least this time Silas felt that he wasn't as terrified in the simulation. And facing the nun's powerful elasticity, he managed to hold on for ten minutes.
Also, something new appeared in his panel.
[Player: Silas]
[Title: Scumbag (You have no conscience, but you act with extreme decisiveness)]
[Constitution: 7 + 1]
[Strength: 7]
[Agility: 7]
[Charisma: 3 + 1]
[Spirit: 12 + 2]
[Skills: Tongue Technique Lv1 (Your tongue is very skilled at playing with women. Please continue to practice or spend skill points to level up!)]
Silas tried curling his tongue; it was indeed much more flexible. He could easily roll it with strength. Maybe he learned this while trying to suck those recessed nipples out of the nun's breast meat.
If he simulated a few more times, he might actually become a master of lovemaking.
The brown mare next to him was snoring; he slapped its plump rump. The mare wiggled its butt, and the snoring stopped instantly.
"What else can I do?"
After a long time, Silas curled up in the hay, holding his head.
He had already abandoned his conscience and intended to follow a smutty plotline, but she cheated... sudden clarity?
No, she didn't snap back to reality.
She just fled from the truth and blamed him for her own uncontrollable act of killing her sister.
Avoiding her didn't work.
She would always find the town's abnormalities, always encounter danger, and thus mutate.
In other words, no matter what, he had to play the "hero saving the beauty."
But given the nun's logic, it felt like any entrance carried the risk of being eaten. Let's try the simulation again.
There was no other choice. Even if he didn't want to be eaten, he had to try... this was the only path.
[You chose to Restart Simulation.]
Silas didn't believe it.
Trash game. This time, it should change to a role other than a stable hand or a merchant, right? As long as he got a character with a good reputation, the success rate should increase significantly.
[Entering game. You were born.]
[...]
[After your parents died, you were taken in. You were trained to be an outstanding merchant.]
[...]
FUCK!
So I'm either a stable hand or a corrupt merchant?
But he couldn't really complain about it.
When he applied for the stable hand job, Silas had used his sales talk to package himself as an Eastern expert. In reality, he knew nothing about raising horses. But with the memories and images from the simulation, he actually knew how to do it now. He wouldn't be exposed later.
[You arrive in town looking for opportunities.]
[Day 1: Because you looked at a noble lady for a second too long, you were mocked as a lowly stable hand.]
[You recalled your past experiences; you are already very familiar with nobles. This time, you climbed into her room under the cover of night. Using your knowledge of her preferences, you easily conquered her.]
[She was overwhelmed by your very skilled techniques. She had no strength left to ask for more, but you continued regardless.]
[...]
[Day 3: People in town began to act strangely as you expected. Most were panicked, but you remained calm.]
[The matter of the nun kept you on edge. Without resolving it, you couldn't even enjoy indulging in lust. Under extreme unease, you took a sword from the noblewoman's house to practice, but with little effect.]
Silas figured that if Tongue Technique became a skill, maybe swordsmanship would too. But then again, that tongue skill appeared just by constantly doing it; sword practice might be different.
It made sense that the effect was minimal.
[...]
[Day 5: Finally unable to hold back, you reached the outskirts of the convent again. But this time, you chose to go during the day.]
[Unfortunately, the gates were still tightly shut. No one opened them for you.]
[You climbed the wall again, heading for the back door of the confession room, but it was silent. You heard a noise in the church hall; the nun seemed to be praying.]
[You decide...]
[Important Choice Triggered.]
[Option 1: Leave. The convent is too terrifying. I'm going to bury my face in the noblewoman's breasts and think this over.]
[Option 2: Go in. I'm going to fuck her senseless!]
Silas stared at the semi-transparent text box, thinking.
His identity was still just a stable hand. Even if he directed and acted out a "hero saving the beauty" scenario, he was still uneasy. Ultimately, it was a gamble on whether the nun's mood would spare him.
Now he felt...
He could give up all his conscience and actually go in and try to "train" her, but he'd rather it be a normal simulation than get eaten again. Even if he was used to it, it still hurt.
Gamble... she held the initiative.
Wait.
A thought suddenly flashed through Silas's mind.
[You chose Option 1.]
The last few times, he had been thinking based on the need to complete the quest. He had been led by the nose by the image of the nun splitting open.
But what if he cast aside the survival of the nun and the need for a "no-damage" run? What if he changed his mindset?
Hoo.
I get it. If I'm going in, I'm going all the way!
If I can't complete the quest, can't I just make entering the nun's body my actual goal? At most, it's just another failure.
If I'm not sure playing the hero will make me the "good guy," then I won't be human at all. She can turn into a monster? Fine, I can bring dozens of female "friends" I've gotten close to and have them watch her!
At least, if I operate this way, even if something goes wrong, I can't be eaten again.
Let's aim to take the initiative first. Not being eaten and dying constantly is a form of progress.
That nun has eaten me with her chest so many times; I've only "eaten" her once, and it was forced. It's high time I actually ate her properly.