Night.
The Convent.
[The current live session has ended]
[Please choose: Continue Free Simulation / Regular Simulation?]
"..."
Silas only paused for a brief second.
[You have selected Free Simulation]
What was the difference between text flow and memories versus live action?
If one wanted to focus on immersion, perhaps not much.
But emotionally, there was a massive difference, especially considering what he planned to do next. Free Simulation was a necessity.
"Sister Leah, I shouldn't have called you a coward..."
In the hall, Leah had already woken up.
Silas hadn't done much; he just gave her water and food. He didn't know which medicines were useful and couldn't find any clearly labeled ones.
Her injury likely just looked more severe than it actually was.
"Hmph, I've always been a knight, okay... Hiss, it hurts... Where's Sister Rose?"
"Ah..."
Moving too much agitated her wound, making Leah grimace in pain as she spotted Silas.
"Sister Rose is fine."
Silas offered a smile.
"Don't tell me... he saved her again."
She muttered under her breath.
"Big brother has been taking care of you this whole time. Are you still unsatisfied?"
Elena put her hands on her hips.
"I-I didn't say it was bad!"
Seeing the short-haired Leah look away with a blushing face, "I just wanted to say! Can you... um... stop just teaching Elena to be a merchant and teach me to be a knight too?"
"If you want me as a master, the tuition is very expensive."
Silas chuckled.
He didn't actually hate the two girls. His mindset was simple: this was a world governed by his own mood.
If he wanted to treat the little girls like humans, he would. If he didn't want to treat the nun like a human, he wouldn't. He made the rules.
"Then you like Sister, so if you... if you marry her later... do we still have to pay tuition?"
"?"
Silas froze.
What the hell? The "love" of a plaything? Maybe a tiny bit.
"Huh?"
Elena was shocked and spoke up before Silas could. "Did Sister Leah peek too?"
"Peek?"
The latter shook her head, then peered at Silas. "I don't know about peeking, I can see it with my own eyes. S-so? I know what Sister Rose likes!"
"I know too!"
Elena chimed in quickly, hugging Silas's arm. "Big brother said he'd teach Elena how to sell a comb to a bald man first!"
Unfortunately.
Their thoughts were far from the reality.
Silas had gone out to verify a theory: female walking dead he had "deeply communicated" with were indeed more active than normal ones. But none could climb walls.
The noblewoman was probably the most active because he had used her the most, allowing her to scale the wall.
This was a loophole he couldn't have predicted.
"..."
Second floor.
Sister Rose was sitting on the bed, her body wrapped in crisscrossing bandages. Her injuries weren't heavy, mostly abrasions. Her limbs were tied—a precaution in case she changed again.
The blood on her was mostly from the noblewoman.
After being wiped clean, the sight of her swollen breasts bound in bandages... was actually very erotic. One could always glimpse snow-white skin through the gaps.
"Time to change the bandages."
Silas picked up new bandages. He didn't care if Rose replied or not; he just unwrapped her, revealing her mature, massive mounds without any obstruction.
"..."
Sister Rose instinctively tried to cover herself.
"Is there a need to block? While I was cleaning the blood off you, I touched everything and saw everything. There isn't an inch of your body I haven't seen."
Silas easily moved her hands aside and gave her mounds a squeeze.
The texture was excellent.
Where were the abrasions? After just one night, she was mostly healed.
"Can I... go see Leah and Elena?"
Perhaps unable to endure Silas's increasingly brazen kneading of the buds hidden in her breast flesh, the nun spoke up stutteringly.
"You can."
Silas didn't stop his hands. "After you give me a blowjob, I'll let you go."
He completely stopped caring.
The women at the refuge, the nun at the convent—weren't they all the same?
Honestly, after being "eaten" by her chest several times, and then having her blame him for everything yesterday... being a "good guy" would be a joke.
"If you don't like it, you can turn into a monster and eat me whenever you want."
Let it be.
Brazenly doing whatever he desired.
If she changed again, it was simple. Treat her like a quest item, ship her to the refuge, and dump her there. There were plenty of women to fuck over there anyway.
"..."
But to Silas's surprise.
The nun didn't argue. Instead, she knelt trembling on the ground, parting her lips.
"Hurry up. Don't waste time."
Silas had no time for "tender feelings." He had a lot of work to do to bring a troublesome nun and kids to the refuge.
So, he simply dropped his trousers.
"Ugh."
While suppressing some emotion to take Silas's length into her mouth, two lines of tears slid down her cheeks.
"Teeth touched. It's uncomfortable."
"...I'm sorry."
With threads of saliva at the corners of her mouth, Rose lowered her head in humiliation.
"Don't you know how to use your tongue?"
"..."
Seeing she truly couldn't learn, Silas simply grabbed the back of her head.
He treated her like a tool.
Truly frustrating.
She had a beautiful face and a great body, but she had none of the skills the women at the refuge had.
Cough, gag, cough...
Completely indifferent to whether she could breathe, Silas only cared about his own pleasure before climaxing.
"Lick it clean for me."
"..."
Sister Rose had a large amount of unswallowed filth hanging from her mouth, her face flushed red from choking. Yet she still staggered on her knees before Silas, tremblingly helping him clean up, licking him.
Tears mixed with snot and filth, making wet, slapping sounds.
"How are you so useless at everything? You don't lick when you should, and you don't swallow when you're supposed to."
Silas chose to wipe himself clean directly on her breasts.
"Fine, didn't you want to see your sisters? Go. If you're still like this tonight, I might not provide food. You should know well that all the food in this convent was brought by me."
Silas kept an eye on her chest.
It didn't change.
Even when treated with methods intended to humiliate her, she didn't turn.
Then fucking her tonight should be fine too. It's just a game; stop overthinking.
"Uuu... hah..."
The fact that she was crying now only made Silas feel more disgusted and irritated.
This wasn't his past life's society; this was the apocalypse. Crying doesn't get you meat; it doesn't get you a savior.
"Will doing this... make you happy?"
"..."
What kind of bullshit was she talking about?
At this stage, she asks if he's happy? Asking if he feels good after forcing her to deep throat? Questioning his conscience? He could only conclude that she chose the wrong time to play the victim for sympathy.
[Important Choice Triggered]
[Option 1: Looks like you love giving me head. You're a slutty nun. Give me a titfuck tonight.]
[Option 2: I'm not happy; I'm actually a good person. I was just too hasty earlier; I want to apologize to you.]
[Enter Free Simulation]
Then, the text box appeared in Silas's vision.
This was expected; anything related to her easily triggered options.
But no matter how he looked at it, the second option seemed... retarded.
Thinking back to when he first met the nun.
Just because of the two little girls, especially Elena, he had somewhat treated the nun like a human. That was his biggest mistake.
If no amount of "training" would make her change, then she was at most a high-quality plaything.
Making her kneel and suck him off wasn't "hasty." It was a calculated decision. As for apologizing to her, that was even more laughable...
[You chose Option 1]
"It felt great. Looks like you love giving me head, you slut. Give me a titfuck tonight."
This was the first time Silas didn't even bother to weigh his words or soften the directness of the option. Instead, he felt it wasn't harsh enough.
Before, he really intended to take things step by step, perhaps even acting like a "good person."
Now, it is impossible.