Noon.
Sister Rose used a damp cloth to wipe her body over and over again.
The finger marks left on her breasts, the fishy scent in her mouth that lingered no matter how much she rinsed—everything made her feel exhausted, yet she still felt the remnants of Silas inside her throat.
"I should have known..."
"If you just wanted my body, I wouldn't have had to think so much."
Right?
There was no need to feel humiliated by his vile behavior at this point. Hadn't she already used her mouth for him before?
This was her life; she just had to accept her fate.
She stopped thinking, forced a smile, and headed down to the first-floor hall.
Mmm.
Regardless of anything else, she had to check on her sisters first.
If she wasn't strong, who would take care of them?
"..."
Just as she opened the door to the stairs, she heard cheerful voices from below.
"A jar of preserves is great! I don't even like weapons anyway."
She saw the youngest sister, Elena, cradling an exquisite ceramic jar in her arms.
"Hmph, big brother Silas clearly likes me more, doesn't he? Look, he gave me such a beautiful dagger!"
The older Leah was showing off a finely patterned dagger with an air of great pride.
Normally, Sister Rose would have scolded her sister for playing with such a dangerous object.
But now...
"So what! Big brother said that in the future, he'll take me to the farthest... that's right, the South Pole! He said he'd take me there to see animals called penguins!"
"Tch, can you even walk that far? You're not a knight, I am!"
"..."
The nun said nothing, watching the two children bicker with each other.
"Ah, Sister? You're okay now?"
The moment they saw her, they both ran over.
"Yes..."
Sister Rose forced a smile and placed her hands on their heads; only then did reality gradually sink in.
That's right.
He gave them these things because he was using them as leverage over her.
That was fine, too—as long as she could endure the humiliation, at least her sisters could still smile.
There was no other possibility... and there couldn't be one.
If there were, what would happen?
Sister Rose couldn't bear to think about it.
She could only look at the items in her sisters' hands.
They were too young to understand the value of his gifts, but Sister Rose understood.
At the very least, the dagger in Leah's hand—the leather sheath alone was worth enough for her to find a way to feed her sisters sand-free bread for half a month. Not to mention the gem-encrusted hilt.
The jar Elena held was ceramic, beautifully crafted with intricate engravings. The fragrant preserves inside were something ordinary people might not taste in a lifetime.
He wanted to show her that he could provide precious resources at will, provided she was obedient.
"Where did he go?"
The nun looked toward the closed main door with unease.
"Big brother Silas said he had to make preparations. He said he met other people! There are real knights there!"
The older Leah tucked the dagger into her waist, looking full of yearning.
"Big brother also said he knows how to get to a truly safe place! I want to be a merchant like him who isn't afraid of anything!"
Little Elena spoke with glowing excitement, as if describing her future self.
"..."
Sister Rose grew calm.
He hadn't left. He was still interested in her body; the trade would continue.
That was enough.
"Eh? Sister, why is your shoulder wet? It's sticky and has a weird smell."
Elena suddenly pointed to a damp, discolored patch on the shoulder of the nun's habit.
"Ah... th-this... I must have brushed against something earlier."
Sister Rose panicked.
Even after wetting it and scrubbing it more than ten times, did the scent still remain?
"Maybe big brother Silas secretly gave Sister that kind of... it smells like the legendary cheese. It's not surprising, big brother Silas likes Sister."
"..."
Sister Rose froze.
Likes me?
"Don't talk nonsense!"
His only reason for helping her and her sisters was his desire for her body. His reasons for doing that yesterday were the same.
Everything that went wrong was his fault, all a scheme to get her.
"Sister, you're too dense. Big brother does so much because he likes you; that's why he's so good to me and Leah. But he's different from the bad people before. Anyway, he's just really good."
"Yeah, Sister Rose, haven't you noticed at all? A bad person wouldn't give me such a valuable dagger; they'd definitely give it to you first. Hmph, and a bad person who wants to do bad things would be afraid to give me a knife, worrying I'd slit their throat at night. Big brother Silas is just like me—if he trusts, he trusts completely... ho ho, knights recognize knights, we share a deep 'passion' for each other."
"It's 'mutual respect'~ Big brother corrected you several times earlier, and you forgot again."
"Elena! When I become a knight, yours will be the first merchant caravan I tax. I'll take the most money! Why do you always pick on me!"
"..."
"Ah, Sister Rose?"
Elena was the first to notice the nun's abnormality.
"Sister... why are you crying? Is it because of yesterday? Leah is still alive and well, see?"
Soon after.
The other sister, Leah, also noticed the silent tears streaming down the nun's cheeks.
"What should I do..."
Sister Rose held her two sisters tightly, her body trembling uncontrollably.
She could no longer deceive herself.
How could she explain it now?
Because of her physical abnormality, seeing her young sister lying on the ground covered in blood, she lost control?
Her mind turned twisted, and she started believing he did it all? Simply because she didn't agree to the trade immediately? Shifting all the blame onto someone else would obviously make things easier for her. Everyone understands that logic.
But in reality...
She almost ate him.
If he hadn't calmly shoved that slippery liquid into her mouth at the last moment, everything would have been beyond salvation.
Her sisters' smiles, them being alive and talking—none of it would be possible.
There was no excuse.
She was the one who left claw marks and bruises on his arms and scratches on his cheeks.
She was the one who pushed all responsibility onto him and almost fell into being a monster while saying those things.
Because of all her actions, she had turned him... from the "good man" her sisters saw into a true "bad man."
It was all her own doing.
Late night.
Sister Rose wiped her body from head to toe. She even used a cloth to clean her toenails meticulously, ensuring not a speck of dirt remained.
Having worn a nun's habit for years, she rarely spent time grooming her hair. Fortunately, her hair was soft and smooth; it wasn't too late to tend to it.
[Men really like things that are half-hidden. For example, if your hair is long enough, you can use the hanging strands to partially cover your breasts.]
[...]
She read the notebook with a serious attitude.
There was no need to ask anymore.
This notebook, mixed in with the regular books, couldn't have been left by Silas intentionally.
She had felt humiliated before, but now she read it word for word.
She really wanted to understand what the "titfuck" Silas mentioned was, but after using the notebook like a dictionary for half the day, she couldn't find the exact word. She couldn't even imagine how to do it.
[Don't worry, my dear daughter. Even if you momentarily forget what to do, just put on a very willing expression and ask him to teach you. Let him play with you. A man will surely be attracted to your pure, serious appearance. That is an advantage unique to young women.]
The owner of the notebook must have been very indecent. How could she give this to her daughter as a family treasure?
Was it really okay?
Even if she didn't know how, asking him to teach her... recalling Silas's rough and impatient attitude during the blowjob this morning, Sister Rose was worried it would have the opposite effect.
"Quite obedient, aren't we?"
Before she could think further, Silas had returned.
"Hmm? Not dressed yet?"
"N-no... I just took a bath."
Sister Rose instinctively covered her breasts.
Come to think of it, the only reason the convent had water was that he used bamboo poles to make pipes, so she and her sisters didn't have to risk their lives fetching it. As her sister said, he was a very clever man.
"Do you know how to suck a cock now?"
"..."
There was absolutely no tenderness. He simply dropped his trousers in front of her.
Previously, Sister Rose hadn't dared to look, but now she stole a glance. It was a bit different; this morning it had been swinging and huge... looking quite terrifying. Now, he seemed to have no mood for it. He looked exhausted.
"Mmm... hah."
She tried to muster her courage, following the notebook's instructions to first lick the balls beneath the shaft.
"?"
"How did you suddenly learn this trick? Are you a natural-born slut?"
"..."
No matter how harsh Silas's words were, she only squinted her eyes and licked seriously. Inadvertently, some curly hairs entered her mouth.
She didn't spit them out; she continued to lick.
Sure enough, the object above the two balls... grew larger. His breathing quickened slightly.
That size—Sister Rose could only swallow half of it even with all her effort.
"Wait, hiss... I said I wanted a titfuck."
"Ah..."
Just as Sister Rose felt the signs of pulsing mentioned in the notes, thinking things were going smoothly, the object in her mouth suddenly pulled away. A few thick strings of saliva dangled from the corner of her mouth, snapping and sticking to her breasts, which were barely covered by her hair.
It didn't develop at all like the notes said.
The man in front of her suddenly pinned her down, and the hot object, still stained with her saliva, hid itself within her deep, snowy cleavage.
"Come on, press your breasts together with your hands."
"..."
As her cleavage was lubricated, Sister Rose suddenly remembered there was a similar scene in the notes. It just hadn't called it a "titfuck."
It said that when you feel the man is about to finish, and you want to keep his interest... you can choose to bow your head and catch it with your mouth.
"Do you really have no experience? Don't tell me you're actually a slut?"
"N-no... I, well, I've read some books before... gulp."
She swallowed a large amount of filth. Sister Rose choked slightly.
Though she wanted to pretend she hadn't heard any of the harsh words—that she deserved them—the word "slut" was a bit much. She especially didn't want to be seen as that kind of person.
"Let's just say it's like that. I'm a bit tired; suck me until I have some energy. Next time, I'm going to see for myself whether you're a virgin or not."
"..."
Did it have to go that far?
Seeing Silas lying grandly on her bed, Sister Rose, whose cleavage was still stained with filth, merely brushed it away slightly with her hand, not caring if it dripped toward her navel.
She knelt again between Silas's parted legs.
She bowed her head.
But no matter how hard she worked, how serious she was... her lips were already numb, and yet it didn't grow larger again. Was she doing something wrong?
She looked up in some fear.
Only then did she realize that Silas had fallen asleep long ago.
Still naked, having just done those things, her attention first went to Silas's hands. There were minor abrasions, like rope burns from hauling something. When he went out, it wasn't for play.
"Sister is too dense. Big brother does so much because he likes you."
"Yeah, Sister Rose, haven't you noticed at all?"
During the day, her sisters' words echoed in her mind.
"..."
She stared silently at Silas's face for a long while, her vision blurring.
A nun who could turn into a monster at any moment. A nun who would shift the blame onto you. Even so, he was still willing to protect her and her sisters?
"...I'm sorry."
Her heart felt like it was being cut by a knife.
Both of her sisters had said it.
He told them interesting stories and played fun games with them. Her young sisters had known for a long time—he wasn't looking for anything in return.
In truth, the one who only knew how to escape, the one who pushed all misfortune onto him... she was the real scumbag, wasn't she?