[You chose Option 2]
After confirming the selection.
Silas's vision flickered, switching instantly.
"Mr. Silas, compared to a butch woman like her... am I not attractive enough for you?"
The woman leaning against Silas intentionally puffed out her chest, her large mounds pressing hard against Silas's arm through her thin clothes.
Simultaneously, her hand reached for Silas's erect member. Her sweet breath swirled around his neck.
Silas didn't know how beautiful she naturally was, but with her current makeup, she was at least an 8 out of 10.
And she looked like she knew how to play.
"...I believe that if you want to survive, you shouldn't be flattery here. Mr. Silas, I'd like to talk to you about the situation outside."
The lead woman, called a "butch," showed no emotional reaction. She ignored the other woman entirely, staring only at Silas's face.
To be honest.
Being stared at by one woman while another shamelessly held his cock was a bit...
"You're right. Let's talk."
Silas pushed the woman aside and stood up.
"Oh... well, you must come back for a 'heart-to-heart' later, okay?"
"..."
The woman was completely shameless. Even after being rejected, she continued to wink, swaying her curves for Silas to see.
Besides.
Silas really felt the women here were strange.
Being watched like that, he couldn't even adjust his "tactical stance." They saw everything.
Damn.
How do they have thicker skin than me?
Outside the dilapidated house.
More could be seen during the day. For example, to prevent the walking dead from approaching, someone had risked digging adjacent pits. They set up two wooden stakes connected by a rope with bells on the ends. If a zombie approached, it would ring.
They had also collected carriages and turned them into two-wheeled pushcarts. Those carts were filled with straw... it seemed they planned to light them and push them into the zombies or burn the area around the house if things got desperate.
Their methods weren't as sophisticated as those in disaster movies Silas had seen, but they had done everything possible with the tools at hand.
"Mr. Silas. Let me introduce myself first."
"I am Fiona Silfaria, a reserve knight of the Teutonic Order."
"..."
Silas nodded noncommittally. "So, Miss Fiona, do you know what happened to the people who left?"
"I'm sorry..."
Fiona shook her head with an embarrassed expression. "Actually, the reason I wanted to talk to you alone was to ask something else. You probably know more about the outside than I do. I'm just struggling to survive here."
"Something else?"
Silas stared at her face.
Though she had short hair, her looks were a solid 7 or 8. It was just that wearing light armor didn't give her much feminine charm, and with the short sword at her waist, she looked more like a capable female soldier.
Her chest... probably wasn't very big. Maybe even tiny.
"You said you came from the convent in the small town dozens of kilometers away. Whether that's true or not, the fact that you can casually produce this much food proves you have the skills."
Fiona paused, appearing very hesitant.
It took over ten seconds before she spoke again. "Do you plan to follow the knights' tracks and go out to look?"
"Hmm... I'm still considering it."
Silas looked into the distance, where he could vaguely see ant-sized figures moving. Those walking dead were hard for them to handle, but for him, they were nothing.
The only question was whether the knights had died facing something even more troublesome. Regardless, he had to check.
"I hope you don't go."
Fiona stared directly into Silas's eyes, then lowered her head. "To be honest, I can't hold out much longer alone. The food is almost gone. If you hadn't come, someone might have starved in a couple of days. The vice-captain of the knights, a man who had met the Emperor, didn't come back."
"I'm not saying you're necessarily weaker than him, but that was an entire regiment of knights. Only one person returned."
"..."
"?"
Silas was stunned. Someone came back? Why didn't he know?
"Wait a moment, I'll show you."
Ten minutes later.
Silas saw Fiona use a wooden fork to flip over a corpse outside the fence. It was the one Silas had glimpsed the night before with its intestines spilling out.
The body was completely rotten. But flipping it over revealed a hole stabbed into the skull by something sharp. There were also many puncture wounds on the body.
"I killed him. the others don't know. The only one who came back... he was supposed to be normal, no injuries on his body, but he turned into a monster almost immediately."
Fiona's face was pale. "So, I believe... the knights probably faced something much more terrifying than these wandering dead. Real monsters."
"It's better if you stay here."
"Just wait for the regular army or another knightly order. If you help me search for supplies, it will be much easier."
"And..."
She paused, her eyes flickering. "These are all women here. I'm sure you can see that they want someone more reliable than me."
"..."
Silas could tell she was hinting at something.
All women, wanting a reliable man. And the reward would be these women? This female knight was interesting.
Afternoon.
In a small private room. There was only a tiny wooden bed.
The place had no soundproofing; Silas could hear the others talking downstairs.
Slurp, gulp, slurp...
The woman in the nun's habit was kneeling in front of him, as if eating something she couldn't get enough of, her hands gripping Silas's thighs. Her soft lips slid up and down rhythmically.
Her tongue flicked skillfully.
"..."
Silas was about to remind her that it was almost time, but she gripped his buttocks and took him deep into her throat.
Gulp.
She swallowed it easily. She stuck out her tongue and licked the corner of her mouth, giving a seductive smile. "Delicious."
"..."
What kind of woman was she? Definitely not a proper one.
"I guess you think I'm very skilled. I must be."
"...Pretty much."
Silas didn't deny it.
"Hehe, I was born in 'many places.' I've been exposed to this since I was a child. My mother trained me personally, hoping I'd become an expert at pleasing men, just like her. Later, she thought I had talent and kept me hidden for further training, hoping to connect me with nobles. Unfortunately, before she could sell me off, the world turned into this. Tell me, what was the point of all that?"
"Sounds like a little story you'd tell a customer."
Silas didn't believe her.
This woman, after licking him, was now caressing his "weapon." Does this look like someone who hasn't been with a man?
"Is that so?"
She smiled and pulled Silas's hand, leading it down her smooth thigh into her skirt, reaching a slightly prickly area. Unlike Sister Rose's "steamed bun," it was ordinary but indeed wet.
"?"
She guided Silas's middle finger, placing it right there.
"Determine the truth for yourself."
"..."
There was a slight...
He could get in. And, there really was a hymen. There's no repair surgery in this era.
"I think Fiona is more like... she wants your protection but doesn't want to lose her reputation. Hehe, why do you think the knights left? Why is she so responsible as the leader?"
"Why?"
"She's an aristocrat, and also the fiancée of a noble. Those knights stayed here because her family had some status, so they couldn't do whatever they wanted. They couldn't get any benefits, so after a dispute, they all refused to stay and preferred to leave. As a result, they all disappeared."
"..."
"She's probably starting to get scared now, but she likely still wants her 'honor.' I'm different. I just want a man. I just don't want to live in fear anymore."
Noticing Silas's thing was erect again, she immediately circled it with her hand, wearing a flirtatious smile. "The meaning of everything I learned... must have been to meet you, right? To serve you. Not some fat noble lord, or some shifty-eyed knight, but a great man with both strength and looks like you."
"I don't need any status."
"Use me when you're happy, and use me when you're not. Kick me away when you're bored. Mmm..."
She knelt before Silas again, swallowing while speaking muffled words. "Mmm... after all... slurp... I... gulp... know how to survive."
Silas couldn't take it anymore.
"Hehe, use as much force as you want. It's better if they hear us downstairs."
She didn't care at all as Silas flipped her over. Her ass was completely exposed to him. She even reached back to guide him, gently spreading herself for his entry.
For a split second.
Silas noticed someone outside the door.
The leader the woman mentioned, the noble Fiona.
"Is someone peeping? Don't mind her, Mr. Silas... she's just a pedantic woman who thinks everyone should be like her. Let her struggle to survive on her own."
The woman in front was no longer just spreading herself; she began to grip Silas's cock, aiming it at her opening.
The crack in the door through which the peeper watched quietly closed.
[Important Choice Triggered]
[Option 1: Give up on the ass in front of you and get to work.]
[Option 2: Attack the ass in front of you, then get to work.]
Based on his experience at the convent, Silas had a feeling an important choice was coming.
But he didn't expect it to happen at this exact moment.
To fuck or not to fuck is now a choice?
However... this was different from the convent. There were no monsters here. Just humans.
There was no reason to care about his reputation in this place. It was just a regular shelter.
[You chose Option 2]
Following Silas's choice, the member held by the woman immediately thrust forward.
Without a doubt, it made intimate contact with her nether lips.
Slap, slap. The flesh bounced back in waves.
As she said, there was the blood of a first time flowing down. Although the amount was small, Silas had never seen how much it should truly be. This was his first time.
"Ah... mmm, this... feels like I can finally get a good sleep... so big... mmm-ha."
"..."
But seeing her nun habit torn halfway, revealing her swinging globes, Silas suddenly thought of the nun who was likely still waiting back at the convent.
It wasn't that he had any feelings for her or felt guilty about what he was doing.
It was just a sense of reality.
Was his reaction time just too slow?
Only now did Silas begin to feel that the characters in this game seemed to have their own thoughts. Very lifelike.
"!"
It felt too good.
So much so that Silas, experiencing it for the first time for real, didn't last long.
Then.
"As long as you're happy, I'll be happy too..."
She didn't show any disdain, just knelt before him again. The mixed fluids were still dripping from her thighs. Her expression was utterly seductive.
Logically, he should just enjoy it.
A submissive toy, just like the noblewoman in the simulation. As long as she was useful.
Was it because he couldn't see a shred of shyness in her? Even if it really was her first time.
"Hah..."
Going for a second round, Silas completely relaxed. The techniques from the simulation were also coming into play, and he soon had her moaning incoherently.
The people downstairs could definitely hear those sounds.
But Silas didn't care anymore. He filled her up once more and waited for her to clean up while kneeling. He felt a "land of women" was just okay. Average.
It wasn't even as good as standing behind Sister Rose and using a threatening tone to watch her tremble and cry. His conscience wouldn't even prickle... to put it bluntly, she was like a talking, warm flesh-sleeve.
Right, this isn't reality, so where would guilt come from? It was just that he was unconsciously empathizing too much. He wasn't enough of a "player" yet; he had to change. He had to change that.