The simulation began again.
And there was good news Silas didn't expect.
[Current Simulation Charges: 6. (Note: Completing missions will restore regular charges)]
[Wealth: 121 Copper]
[Current Mission: You have prevented the nun's mutation. Try to find more clues to help her!]
[Reward: To be settled upon completion]
[No penalty for failure]
[Continue Simulation?]
[Yes / No]
If he only had one life, Silas wasn't sure he could clear it. Even being careful, it was easy to make a wrong choice. At most, he could guarantee he wouldn't be crushed to death unprepared like the first time.
But with 6 chances, the margin for error was high.
Silas lay comfortably in the hay and chose "Yes."
The semi-transparent text rolled again.
[The nun has still not awakened.]
Silas understood; the plot inside didn't advance while he was in the real world.
Only a dozen minutes had passed in real-time. Good.
[You lifted the nun up, feeling angry about your previous experiences.]
[You kneaded her heavy mounds vigorously; they felt incredibly elastic. The only downside was that her underwear was too plain.]
As the text scrolled, Silas felt the corresponding sensations and visual memories. But he felt there was a difference compared to entering the scene directly via an "Important Choice." This felt like recalling a lost memory—it lacked something. It lacked a lot of things.
He could use a Free Simulation now.
But he decided against it.
Using a charge just to feel her breasts once was a waste. He needed to save it for an absolute "training" route or an orgy with the noblewoman and the others.
The text continued.
[You knew the nun's two sisters were still in the confession room.]
[You knocked several times before they tremblingly opened the door for you.]
[After confirming you were a normal human and that the nun was still alive, they couldn't help but burst into tears.]
[...]
[Late Night]
[You busied yourself trying various ways to wake her up. While treating her wounds, you noticed the bloody gashes had already scabbed over. Her healing speed far exceeded a normal human's.]
[The two children helped you, growing to trust you. Even Leah, the girl who had been rude to you before, trusted you now.]
[You knew they were hungry.]
[So, you told them to wait while you went to scavenge food from the noblewoman's house.]
[You brought back food. The two children were starving.]
[After eating their fill, one girl sat on your lap and sweetly called you "Big Brother."]
[...]
Through the text, Silas could hear the girl's timid yet affectionate voice in his memories.
He felt a slight sting in his nose. Was the game forcing him to be a good person? Bastards, using kids as a tactic!
[At dawn, the two children fell asleep leaning against the wall under your care. The nun was still unconscious.]
[You noticed her wounds had begun to dry. You peeled a scab off; the skin underneath showed no sign of injury.]
[You stared at her cleavage, worried it would split open again.]
[But clearly, your worry was unnecessary. she did not change, still lying on the floor.]
[You kept staring, becoming curious about her actual size. You decide...]
[Important Choice Triggered]
[Option 1: Visual estimation. My eyes are a ruler!]
[Option 2: Why ask? I'll know her cup size as soon as I touch them!]
[Engaging Free Simulation.]
[...]
Silas didn't expect a choice at this juncture.
He also didn't expect Free Simulation to be more than just experiencing past events. This reward was arguably as good as the Hypnosis skill. Attribute points were actually the least valuable.
But why a choice now?
She was the one who asked for help this time; she shouldn't try to crush him to death, right?
[You chose Option 1]
"..."
As Silas made his choice, his vision blurred and then sharpened.
His body regained sensation, and a new scene appeared.
The nun's clothes had been torn by the female undead. The ripped hem exposed her white, full thighs, and the buttons on her chest had been torn off. When he carried her in, he had wrapped his own clothes around her.
As long as he lifted them...
The deep valley was right before him. Visually... she had to be at least an E-cup.
Silas suppressed the urge to "know by touch." He went outside to find some rope. He had plenty of rope leftover from the time he used it on the noblewoman.
It came in handy now.
"..."
Ten minutes later, the nun was tied up in a complex Shibari harness. Silas had wrapped thick rope and even chains three or four times around her chest and torso before placing her in a corner of the confession room.
Her skirt was hiked up, revealing her beautiful navel.
The nun remained still.
But Silas didn't violate the first choice to do anything extra.
He couldn't help it.
He had PTSD; he was terrified she'd wake up and try to eat him with her "chest-mouth" immediately. Caution was best.
"..."
Before long, her eyelids fluttered, and she woke up.
"Mmmph? Mmph!"
The nun tried to struggle, but the ropes were too many and too tight.
Her writhing only made her look more erotic. Her clothes became more disheveled, exposing more of her skin.
"..."
Silas stared at her chest for a few seconds, confirming that while her collar was open wider, it hadn't turned into a terrifying mouth.
He spoke: "Sister, the situation is complicated. I'm going to untie you, but I hope you won't scream or immediately get a bad impression of me. I'm the one who saved you."
"Blink if you understand."
"..."
After she muffled a few sounds and blinked, Silas untied the gag.
"You scumbag! What did you do to Leah and Elena?!"
But before Silas could loosen the rope on her right hand, she instantly grabbed a nearby oil lamp and hurled it at him.
Smash!
Silas barely dodged it.
"Sister Rose?"
Before Silas could explain, the little girls heard the noise and ran in.
"Big Brother isn't a bad person! He said you were in contact with those strange people and might have gotten sick and turned into a monster too, that's why he did this..."
"..."
So, this Important Choice was just a normal one?
It wasn't "pick wrong and die"? If he'd known, he would have picked the second option to test her cup size personally!
"Is Sister awake?"
Leah was also woken up by the noise.
"Sister Leah, don't come over!"
To Silas's surprise, the other sister ran over to stop Leah, then winked at Silas. "Big Brother and Sister should talk."
"?"
That mischievous, clearly fond attitude... it was as if she were purposely creating an opportunity for Silas.
"..."
The nun was completely stunned. She hadn't expected her sisters to be right there, nor did she expect them to be so indifferent to her being tied up like this.
Even if they thought something was wrong with her... was it really necessary to tie her up so erotically?
I mean, there were tight ropes in her butt crack and between her breasts.
She didn't even have to ask; the nun knew the man had felt her up to his heart's content while tying her.
But now that she understood the situation, and the confusion of waking up subsided, she remembered being outside the confession booth. She hadn't seen the man's face clearly, but the pants he was wearing were the same as the one before her.
He had saved her. But this situation was too weird; any movement made the ropes bite deeper into her hips and breasts. Especially the one in her crack; it sank deeper, making it extremely embarrassing.
"Sister, do you realize I'm the good guy now?"
"Uh... I... I'm sorry."
The nun endured the strange friction and lowered her head. "I couldn't see your face earlier. I didn't know you saved me and my sisters. And... and being tied like this..."
"It's fine, as long as you know I'm a good guy."
Silas didn't doubt her. There really were a lot of "people" out there at the time.
Does that mean this choice really won't lead to death?
At most, it affects her impression of him?
"..."
Seeing Silas just standing there dazed, with no intention of untying the ropes, the nun couldn't take it anymore. She realized that as she wiggled her hips, the rope sank even deeper into her intimate folds. The sensation was extremely subtle.
The nun tried to use her only free hand to untie the hemp rope crisscrossing her chest and hips. But Silas had tied it too tight, with too many loops and dead knots. It was impossible to undo with one hand.
"...Um, can you help me untie these ropes first?"
What was more humiliating was that even though she was trying to untie them right in front of him, this man had no reaction. He just stood there watching. If she hadn't noticed his vacant gaze, as if his attention was elsewhere, she would have struggled not to think he was doing it on purpose.
"Oh. Right. Forgot about that."
Silas really had forgotten. He was too busy thinking about what to do next now that he was safe.
When he was tying her, he hadn't considered untying her by hand; he couldn't undo those knots either.
Shhhk!
He simply chose to use a knife to cut them.
The nun was clearly unaccustomed to a man being so close, occasionally brushing against her mounds and hips. Her cheeks were flushed.
Coupled with the fact that Silas kept staring unblinkingly at her chest, she became even more embarrassed.
"Um... that..."
She instinctively covered her chest; his gaze made her very uncomfortable. "I should be fine now."
Coming to her senses, the nun felt what her sister said was true—the man before her probably didn't tie her up this way on purpose...
"Ah, is that so? Good."
Actually, the nun was overthinking. Silas had already confirmed she was fine. He was just staring at that vast, snow-white valley, regretting that he hadn't picked the option to touch her since it wouldn't have killed him.
As for the Shibari, Silas had to marvel at his own talent. No, it wasn't talent; it was that the nun's body was erotic no matter how it was tied. He should have tightened the rope on her thighs more; the sight of it biting into her flesh would have been even better.
"..."
No one spoke.
Silence returned to the confession room.
The nun scrambled up from the floor, looking a bit disheveled. She sat on a stool and looked at Silas for a long time. "I am truly sorry. Even though you saved me and my sisters, I treated you that way."
She thought about it.
Regardless, it was a fact that Silas had saved them. He got a few free feels... no matter how humiliating, she couldn't blame him. On the contrary, logic and etiquette dictated that she apologize and repay him.
"How... how should I compensate and repay you?"
The nun placed her hands uneasily over her chest. She thought about the convent's absolute poverty—was there anything she could give as payment? Then she thought of her strange body. What would happen to her in the future?
Why did the townspeople turn into those things and break in?
The more she thought, the more confused she became. Her hands pressed harder against her chest, completely unaware of how seductive her posture was to the man. When she came to and saw Silas staring at her chest again, she realized he might ask for something specific.
"..."
Shamefully, Silas—who had only "tasted meat" in the simulation—faced the nun sitting there, unaware that from his angle he could see down her collar. Combined with her biting her lip and offering to repay him, Silas naturally had to adjust his "tactical posture."
In an adult film, anyone who didn't skip to the next scene would be a saint.
"Sister Rose, as far as I know, the convent is out of money, right?"
"Y-yes... we have no money. B-but the land outside hasn't been used much. If you want, I can give you the rights to use it for two years. That's the only thing that might be worth something to you..."
She was sincere about wanting to repay him. But she also knew that Silas probably wouldn't care for any of the convent's assets.
"I'm a merchant; I have no interest in farming. And the town isn't exactly in a state for farming right now."
"..."
The nun was starting to wilt under Silas's gaze, becoming increasingly uneasy as he gave his blunt answer.
Her soft, swelling mounds were already flattened by a third under her hands.
Was this man really the simple, good person her sister described? If the whole town had become strange, was it really just a coincidence that he appeared here? Just because he saved them, did it mean her sisters were truly safe? She thought of rumors from the city convents about nobles using a nun's family as leverage to do as they pleased with her.
Looking at Silas, she suddenly became tense to the extreme.
"How about this."
Silas picked up the rope he had used for the Shibari and smiled at her full, supple body. "Although you are poor, I know a way you can repay me."