Inside the confession booth.
Sister Rose blew out the oil lamp.
She took Silas's hand and pressed it against her chest, feeling the slight pressure of his fingers.
"It absolutely cannot be here. That is my bottom line."
She had zero experience in such matters.
To be blunt, her knowledge was purely based on accumulated rumors. But no matter what was about to happen, she refused to do it here.
She didn't want her young sisters to find out.
And so.
"I didn't expect you to be so proactive, Sister. To the second floor, then."
Hearing Silas's flippant remark.
She immediately took the lead and walked toward the second floor.
Her emotions were indecipherable.
But it had already begun. There was no medicine for regret.
She had imagined what might happen in the bedroom.
However, the difference between imagination and the actual physical sensation was vast. With every button Silas popped on her habit, her heart grew more desolate.
She couldn't understand it.
Why, after struggling so hard to keep her sisters alive until now, did it have to end like this?
Her clothes were stripped away, leaving only a tight camisole. But soon, even that was pulled down.
She was self-aware... her breasts, which were so alluring to men, were now being handled by a man she once detested—a man she had refused to compromise her principles for, no matter the hardship.
The biological response of her body only added to her humiliation.
"Sister, how old are you?"
"...?"
What was even more embarrassing was having to answer questions in this situation.
"...Nineteen."
But what else could she do?
Whether he was good or bad, before this body completely turned into a monster that wanted to eat her sisters... he was the only one she could try to entrust them to.
At least he had saved her and her sisters earlier. He hadn't bared his fangs immediately; perhaps there was a sliver of kindness in him.
"No, I wasn't asking about your age."
"..."
Sister Rose suddenly felt the pressure of the man's fingertips on her nipples, and instantly understood what Silas meant.
She was overwhelmed with shame and fury.
"...I don't know."
She closed her eyes, praying for it to end quickly.
The terms of the trade were to wait until the man before her was satisfied... and after he was satisfied, what should she do?
Self-exile... that wasn't enough.
It had to be a physical disappearance. Otherwise, there was the risk of turning into a monster, being discovered by the late-arriving knights, and ruining her sisters' future.
In other words, once she was used up, she had to find a place to die.
"I'd guess at least an E-cup. Huge, and so soft."
Squelch, squelch.
"..."
She had never been this close to a man, let alone felt a tongue licking her breasts, swirling around a certain point.
Sister Rose grit her teeth.
She tried her best not to think about what came after, only focusing on enduring what was happening now.
"Do you really think that after our trade is done, I'll just honestly help your sisters?"
"..."
What did he mean?
"There's a basic rule to negotiations: you only get to sit at the table if both parties are equals."
"What if I just leave after I've had my fun?"
"..."
Is that so?
Was that how he thought?
Treating her as a mere tool to be kneaded at will?
"You can only rely on me, can't you, Sister? Actually, I'm a man of my word. If I promise something, I do it."
"But I don't think you should be the only one setting the terms. I have conditions too."
"..."
"If you don't just lie there like a dead fish and act a bit more proactive, I'll be much more satisfied. How about you use your breasts... no, use your mouth to help me out?"
Watching Silas gesturing by the bed, Sister Rose understood his meaning.
Why did only she have to suffer this?
Why couldn't the evil pollution have taken someone else?
And why... did she have to be the only one who couldn't be saved?
"If I... do this, will you keep your promise to protect Leah and Elena?"
Her body trembled as she knelt before Silas.
"I keep my word."
"..."
It was no longer a matter of whether she believed him or not.
A thought appeared in Sister Rose's mind that should never have been there.
Even if it was just a fleeting thought... aren't her sisters family? If she was to be polluted, they should be together.
If she was to disappear, it should be together.
Why did she alone have to be used as a tool by a man before finding a place to die?
It could have been anyone else.
After years of piously praying, why... did she have to kiss something so ugly on a man?
"Don't let your teeth touch it; it's uncomfortable."
"..."
Why, here, in her own bedroom at the convent, did she have to follow a man's filthy orders?
To take this thing into her mouth?
She could feel her consciousness starting to twist and blur. A mad thought... wouldn't it be better if everyone was a monster? If everyone died, wouldn't it be fine?
"Hiss..."
"Cough, cough, cough..."
Sister Rose was completely unaware of Silas's finish and was caught off guard, choking on the fluid.
"Clean it up; next comes the main event."
"You're still a virgin, right, Sister?"
"..."
That tone—like someone looking at a commodity, asking for an appraisal of its integrity—made her mind even more chaotic.
Until.
The final layer of fabric between her rounded thighs was stripped away, and her consciousness snapped completely.
Why did no one come to save her?
She was afraid too. Afraid to die.
She wasn't that noble; she couldn't just choose to be a humiliated product for her sisters and then find a place to die. She couldn't do it.
She didn't want to become the walking dead.
She didn't want to become a monster.
The small spark of consciousness left told her clearly that if this continued... it would lead to an unacceptable end. But she couldn't control it.
The line on her chest widened, and the ghastly rift appeared again.
Tears streamed from her eyes; she desperately wanted to beg Silas... to kill her. But her mouth couldn't form the correct words.
"You really are strange."
"Why is it that when I try to make you change faster, you slow down instead? Do you have a hidden fetish for being broken and trained, Sister?"
"..."
What was he talking about?
At this moment, he should be running away, not reaching out to press down on her chest. Was that extra flesh really that alluring to men?
Everything was over.
The trade was ruined. Her heart wasn't as strong as she imagined. This time... she would probably be consumed. She would eat the man in front of her.
"I command you: say you're just a slut who needs training."
"..."
What was wrong with this man?
Half his head was practically stuffed into the rift in her chest, yet he still had the heart to say such things?
Was he not afraid of death at all?
Sister Rose's consciousness cut out completely, blurring into nothingness. Only the ghastly rift remained, fully open.
It was a primitive, maddening hunger.
Starvation occupied every thought she had.
On the other side.
Silas's head was buried deep within the rift in her chest. His cheeks had been sliced by the fine teeth lining the inside.
He was almost used to it.
He was just thinking about one thing.
[You have used skill: Hypnosis Apprentice]
A 30% chance... did it fail this time? Or was she immune?
Whatever. It didn't matter.
At least he got his prize this time. Forcing the nun to use those soft lips to blow him.
He couldn't waste simulation charges just to verify the success rate of the "Hypnosis Apprentice" skill. Next time, he'd bring a dozen "friends" to watch her work both ends. Gag her, bind her, use the best gear on her. If he could kill her without hypnosis, that worked too.
In any case, Silas didn't want to try to guess her thoughts or the reasons for her mutation anymore. Previously, the simulation ended because he died to her monster form; what would happen if she changed but he didn't die? Maybe serving a bound monster would be easier?
"..."
Silas closed his eyes and waited for death.
But after waiting a long time, those sharp teeth—which had only grazed his head as it was pulled in—didn't seem to want to go further.
In fact, his head was able to pull back out. The hands gripping his arms didn't stop him.
Visually, it was clear.
The mounds on Sister Rose's chest were closing. They reverted back to a faint, shallow line.
Thump!
Before he could react, Silas was pinned to the bed by the nun. He could feel her hot breath on his neck.
"Sister?"
Ignoring his confusion, her hands clamped onto Silas's arms. Her body pressed in rapidly, her eyes dazed.
She kept rubbing her thighs and breasts against him.
"...It worked?"
Though he didn't understand the mechanics, Silas gathered that "Hypnosis Apprentice" had produced an abnormal result on her.
But unfortunately, her strength was terrifying; he couldn't fight back at all.
Wait.
How did the trade end with him being the one ravished?
"..."
Damn.
Seeing the "motorboating" she was forcibly granting him was making him lose his breath, he could only retaliate against her breasts.
"..."
Ten minutes later, Sister Rose's consciousness gradually returned.
It seemed... she hadn't eaten the man? She hadn't turned into a mindless monster.
However, she didn't understand.
Why... did the current situation look like she was pinning the man's hands down in a threat? Why was she actively stuffing her breasts into his mouth?
"Oh, it looks like I don't need to add extra spit this time. There's plenty of moisture."
"?"
Hearing Silas mumble to himself, he took off his pants. His hands gripped her butt cheeks. He pushed against her, right where the fabric had been pulled back to reveal her small slit.
"M-Mr. Silas!"
Sister Rose quickly pushed against his stomach, clamping her thighs shut. She stammered, trembling, "I... I think I've recovered?"
"I can see that."
Silas squeezed her butt; the texture was so much better than the mare's in the stable.
He answered indifferently, "But you covered me in your spit, Sister. I have to collect some interest, don't I?"
He didn't give a damn about anything else.
If he used her thighs to clamp his member, a "thigh-sex" session would be perfect. Her thighs were quite soft, too.
He meant it—he wouldn't try to guess her heart anymore. He was tired of playing the good guy. That desire to be steady only lasted once, and the nun had snuffed it out. He never wanted it again.
Besides, if hypnosis worked on her and he could truly control her, why be nervous? This was just a game, after all.