Before dawn.
There wasn't a speck of light in the confession booth.
Silas's right hand covered the tense curves of the nun. Even through the habit and the underwear beneath, he could fully perceive the incredible elasticity.
"Do... do whatever you want. After you are satisfied... I only hope you will protect my sisters here. When the knights come, just hand Leah and Elena over to the Church."
"..."
With just a moment's thought, Silas knew what she was thinking.
To summarize: it was like a woman with a terminal illness making arrangements for her children. She had no money, so she used her body as payment in a desperate gamble.
Of course, the trigger for this plot point was likely because he had actually saved them earlier, leading to a shred of trust. If he followed this into a "training" route...
"If... if you are willing, then... let's go to the second floor."
The meaning in Rose's trembling words was self-evident. She didn't want her two sisters sleeping in the hall to know.
"..."
Seeing that Silas hadn't answered for a long time, Rose spoke again. "It absolutely cannot be here. That is my bottom line."
She began to feel regret.
Knowing full well the man before her likely wasn't a simple "good guy," if he hadn't planned to move so soon, her doing this was...
[Important Choice Triggered]
[Option 1: Knead her heavy mounds vigorously and say, 'To the second floor then, let's start immediately!']
[Option 2: Withdraw your hand and state that you have no interest in women!]
Silas wasn't staying silent on purpose. The semi-transparent text box had appeared before him.
In an adult novel, the plot would definitely go to the first option.
But if he truly agreed to go to the second floor, God knows if her chest would suddenly split open and eat his head.
And this wasn't a smut novel. The nun wasn't just a normal nun; picking the wrong choice meant death.
A second "Important Choice" in a row?
Likely, all plot points related to the nun would be like this.
[You chose Option 2]
Silas thought it over.
If he really craved women, he might as well go back and use the "real-time experience" to dive deeper with the noblewoman outside. Unethical, but zero risk.
He didn't want any more slip-ups in the mission.
When it came to the nun, he had to use his "big head" to think seriously. Besides, it seemed the nun was becoming uneasy on her own and wanted to rely on him.
Steady, steady.
As long as he passed a few "Important Choices," Sister Rose would be his sooner or later. What was the point of just a quick feel if he couldn't safely make her ride through eighteen peaks and valleys in one night?
Phew.
"I don't know how you see me, Sister, but I have no interest in women. I've moved past the 'scumbag' phase from the rumors."
Silas rejected her with righteous indignation, withdrawing his hand from her curves.
"..."
In the darkness, the nun fell silent.
"Furthermore, you're still normal right now, aren't you? There's no need to be so pessimistic; maybe it's just your constitution."
Silas paused, then continued. "In the next couple of days, once I confirm you're still fine, I'll go check out that knightly order you mentioned. If we can get out early, maybe the problem can be solved immediately."
"...Is that so?"
Rose lowered her head, her voice very dim.
She placed her hands on her pressed-together thighs, seeing nothing in the dark. She could only hear Silas's increasingly logical explanation.
She didn't understand.
She had sold the principles she had held until now, offering herself so humiliatingly... why was she rejected?
Was the man before her truly a good person?
Then what was that squeeze on her breast just now?
There could only be one reason.
She was a monster.
Even if she was normally a great temptation to men, who wanted to die?
Then what was his reason for staying? He didn't crave her body, and she had no money for him.
Suddenly, Rose thought of Elena's admiring story: "Big Brother knows how to sell a comb to a bald man."
"Mr. Silas, what... what do you think of Elena and the others?"
"Hmm? Two very cute little sisters. They'll be very beautiful when they grow up. I mean, they'll definitely become an outstanding merchant and knight."
Silas weighed his words carefully. Ensuring there was no ambiguity.
"..."
"Sister Rose?"
Though he couldn't see well, Silas heard the sound of her standing up.
Rrrrrip!
At the same time, there was the sound of clothes being burst open.
This sound... Silas couldn't say he was "familiar" with it; he was "too familiar" with it.
"Anyone... but Elena and Leah! You aren't allowed to touch them!"
"?"
How did this turn into him touching her sisters?
"Sister, do I look like a pedophile to you?"
Silas was so angry he laughed. Was she waiting for him here too?
"Because I'm a monster... you won't accept a trade with me... for my sisters... absolutely not..."
"Is it too late for me to change my mind and go to the second floor to fuck you?"
Silas reached out and placed his hands on her breasts, trying to use his hands to stop the mouth in the middle from splitting open.
Plat.
But it was useless; those soft mounds were already separating to the sides. After the buttons popped off, the fabric naturally tore, revealing a ghastly rift.
Rose could no longer hear reason.
"Eat... you."
"Even if I am destined to become this, then you must... be destined to stay in my stomach."
"..."
Silas's hand was grabbed, and his head was forced toward her breasts.
His cheek brushed against the soft, warm mounds, followed immediately by sharp, teeth-like objects.
[You failed to prevent the nun's mutation. You died.]
[Simulation ended.]
[You can use a charge to load a save or restart.]
[Remaining charges: 5]
[Wealth: 121 Copper]
[Current Mission: Try to find more clues to help Sister Rose!]
[Rewards: Spirit +1]
In the stable.
Silas silently patted the wagging tail of the brown mare and looked up at the dark roof.
Damn it.
I tried to be steady and give her a semi-romantic chance, and she immediately tried to crush me to death. No, I have to find a way to "train" her immediately.
Silas really couldn't try to play the "good guy" anymore to finish the mission. He was so pissed that even remembering the noblewoman's 69 didn't put him in the mood to get up.
He stared at the reward on the text box.
Hmm?
Spirit +1? Spirit? Silas suddenly realized he had forgotten something very important.
[You chose to Load Save]
"..."
Inside the confession booth. The oil lamp had long been blown out by Sister Rose.
Silas's hand was pressed against her mounds; the soft curves perfectly filled his right hand.
[Important Choice Triggered]
[Option 1: Knead her heavy mounds vigorously and say, 'To the second floor then, let's start immediately!']
[Option 2: Withdraw your hand and state that you have no interest in women!]
[You chose Option 1]
"I didn't expect you to be so proactive, Sister. To the second floor, then."
This time, Silas didn't hesitate at all.
He kneaded her breasts through her clothes as much as he wanted.
If the maid who came to the stable could be successfully hypnotized in one go, how many times would it take for the nun? Let's find out.