[The current live session has ended]
[Please choose: Continue Free Simulation / Regular Simulation?]
Silas's consciousness cleared.
Staring at the semi-transparent text box in front of him, he was still a bit dazed.
What the hell did I do yesterday?
Early in the morning, I left food for the two kids and the nun, thinking about preparing the carriage, clearing the walking dead from the road, reinforcing the carriage... all sorts of thoughts.
In short, the core idea was: once I finish this work and go back, I'm going to fuck the nun.
Unknowingly, he had actually done a ton of work in the live session, and he was exhausted beyond belief.
By the time he got back to the convent, it was already dark, and he just happened to run into the nun right after her bath looking incredibly erotic... so he made her suck him off.
But what exactly happened?
She suddenly seemed to know what she was doing. Even though she was green, where did that theoretical knowledge come from?
Her tits were truly soft. He didn't even need her to squeeze them with her hands; there was natural pressure, and when she squeezed them herself, the pressure was incredible.
But what about the promised fucking?
[You have selected Regular Simulation]
[Late at night, you dragged your exhausted body back to the convent. Seeing Sister Rose just out of the bath, you dropped your trousers without a word.]
[...]
[After Sister Rose finished the titfuck, you asked her to blow you to get your spirit back up for penetration. However, after two consecutive bouts of indulgence, your body was extremely fatigued, and you fell fast asleep.]
Bullshit!
With the women at the refuge or the noblewoman in the simulation, he could go seven or eight rounds without a problem!
But then again.
He hadn't expected the manual labor outside to be so draining. He might not have overthought it before, but after the incident with the noblewoman, he had to be on guard.
After all, there were plenty of female walking dead on the road he had "deeply communicated" with. What if he accidentally created something even more formidable than the noblewoman?
Thinking about this, Silas was quite amazed.
Could his... "essence" actually have the power to strengthen the walking dead?
Doesn't that mean, if he wanted to, he could build an invincible army of women? The kind where he'd never have to worry about betrayal.
Then again, before the army was even formed, he'd likely be sucked dry.
[Morning. You opened your eyes, feeling a bit short of breath.]
[You discovered Sister Rose was sleeping beside you. Her breasts were pressing against your face.]
Huh?
Did she get tired just from one blowjob and one titfuck?
What kind of frail nun is this?
Whatever, since no amount of training would turn her into a monster, he would do as he pleased from now on.
[You stared at Sister Rose's completely exposed breasts. After a night's rest, your spirit had fully recovered. Your member pressed unceremoniously against the nun's lower abdomen.]
[...]
[You discovered something marvelous.]
[The line originating from the nun's navel had snapped in half. Only the segment from her chest to her navel remained. What was once a straight line had now become a short, shallow, curving mark just above the navel, branching to the left and right.]
[As you kneaded Sister Rose's breasts, she woke up. She still appeared normal.]
Hmm?
The line changed?
[You have selected Free Simulation (Charges exhausted)]
It wasn't that he didn't value his Free Simulation charges.
And it wasn't that he absolutely had to recover his spirit just to ruthlessly train the nun.
It would be a pity not to personally confirm such important information.
He definitely didn't wait for the text to confirm her chest wouldn't bite him and that no "Important Choice" was triggered before entering.
After forcing his way into the "Important Choice" state, Silas regained his sense of touch. The sensation of heavy, ripe fruit.
"..."
Sister Rose was indeed awake, and she felt her breasts being wantonly kneaded. But she chose to remain silent, closing her eyes again.
"Are you going to keep pretending to sleep now that you're awake?"
"N-no..."
Strange. Shouldn't she feel humiliated?
Why was she blushing?
Her breathing was also faster and more erratic than before.
"The line on your chest has changed. Do you feel anything?"
"Eh?... It really did change. I-I don't know."
She looked confused and shook her head frantically.
"..."
She didn't know?
It didn't look like anything special, just that the original straight line was now cut off above the navel, branching out as if generating something new.
Could she be mutating into an even more powerful monster?
He intentionally flicked the buds hidden in her breast flesh. They seemed to pop out much faster than before.
"I-I don't know why it changed, but... I don't have... hah... any strange thoughts. I have no desire to hurt you. It... ugh... it might be better if you tie me up."
"..."
"...I'm sorry."
"..."
Something's wrong.
Nine out of ten things feel off.
First of all, this is coercion, right?
Secondly, I'm "training" her, right?
Why does it feel like there isn't a trace of humiliation?
"Sister Rose, do you know what it means when these parts of your breasts stand up?"
"...That... what is it?"
Seriously wrong. Why is she asking with such a weak, blushing face?
"It means you're excited. It means you want to go to bed with me."
"..."
Rose's breath hitched for a moment.
As Silas said, she felt strange herself.
Especially between her legs—it felt like she needed to pee.
"N-no, it's not like that..."
Rose endured the weird sensation, pressing her thighs together and offering a small protest.
"Not convincing at all. Let's see."
Silas suddenly reached out and brushed between her heated thighs. A few wet threads were shamelessly displayed before the nun's eyes.
"Hah... I-I'm sorry, I don't know why I suddenly... leaked something so dirty. I-I'll go to the bathroom and wash it off first..."
"This isn't pee. It means you're feeling it."
"..."
He watched as Silas flipped over, pressing against her chest and looking down at her.
Rose could only pant like a fish on a chopping block, her eyes squeezed shut, her face turned to the side.
She didn't understand.
How could the owner of the notebook do those things so calmly?
For her... it was impossible.
"..."
Silas began to feel perplexed.
He wondered if he was actually a bad guy.
More perplexing was that the line near Rose's navel seemed to be moving.
Maybe not "moving," but emerging into a strange pattern... ignoring the faint color for a moment. Her navel had been covered by the "remnants" from last night, so he hadn't seen it clearly.
Looking closely now, isn't this a fucking Silver Crest?
"Just to be safe, I have to ask. Sister Rose, do you know what a succubus is?"
"...A succubus?"
Rose shook her head, her eyes still closed, her voice tiny. "Mr. S-Silas, wait a moment... Elena and the others need breakfast."
"..."
He gazed at the body before him, a blend of pink and snow-white. Were the nun's feet always this beautiful? No, most of the time he had been preoccupied with her breasts.
Her nails were as neat and pretty as seashells, and her toes were curled tight from nervousness.
"I'm going to use your feet, Sister."
"...Your feet?"
"Yeah. Basically, I'm going to get them all sticky and wet."
"...Um, how do you do that?"
"..."
Silas didn't answer. He silently grabbed her toes and aimed them at his long-enduring son. He clamped them together.
"Wont... wont this feel dirty?"
"Getting them all sticky and wet is supposed to be dirty."
As he spoke, Silas ruthlessly scanned her "steamed bun" which was secreting a bit of moisture.
That gaze filled Rose with extreme shame; she instinctively wanted to close her legs, but she couldn't. Her feet were being used by Silas, making it impossible to close them.
"Is something wrong with you, or is something wrong with me? Why don't you look humiliated at all? Or is it that you're actually used to this kind of thing, Sister?"
Silas was truly beginning to wonder.
Maybe this woman had been faking it from the start.
"...I will learn to get used to it. If I don't perform the trade well, you have no obligation to protect me or my sisters."
"Well said. Then I'll just have to inspect it myself."
Before Rose could react, Silas dropped her feet, spread her supple thighs, and aimed for the place that was already somewhat prepared.
Squish.
He could only get a quarter of the way in. It was very tight.
He applied a bit more force.
"Hah..."
He didn't care even as Sister Rose began to show signs of pain.
He hit it.
A plain, easy-to-understand protective membrane. Pushing through it seemed to drain all of Rose's remaining strength. He could see her body convulse with pain, her face twisting.
"You really were a virgin..."
"Mmm... I've never... I rarely even spoke to men."
"..."
"I... hah, I'm sorry... I know, even though you did so much, I turned around and pushed the responsibility onto you. I shouldn't even have the right to trade... I know you're actually a good man."
"So what?"
"I... I am... HAAH!"
"..."
That protective membrane was suddenly punctured by Silas. He saw tears slide down Rose's cheeks.
"...Hah, thank... you. I'm sorry..."
"..."
She looked pathetic like this.
So much so that Silas's high level of interest was cut in half. Where was this attitude earlier?
He had used a precious Free Simulation charge; he wasn't going to turn into a saint just because of a cheap apology. But after finishing inside her and seeing her press her thighs together, covering her face and sobbing quietly, he couldn't help but feel a bit annoyed.