Morning.
The Convent.
Rose barely moved, but she felt a sharp pain between her legs.
A small stain remained on the bedsheets, a testament that everything that happened yesterday was real.
It was just different from what the notebook described.
[Whether you are comfortable or not, you must moan.]
[You must act like you love it, like he is amazing; praise him for every little thing, demand more. If you want to seem pure, close your eyes and moan with affectation.]
[My daughter, do not show any expression of discomfort just because the man is small. Think of his money, his status. Your mother—I—made it this far exactly like that.]
[...]
She didn't think Silas belonged to the "small" category mentioned by the notebook's mistress.
On the contrary, he was terrifyingly large.
So large she felt she might actually die yesterday.
Even so, she endured it with the mindset of "this is what I deserve." The result was obvious: Silas hadn't even moved a few times before she fainted.
The morning breeze was comfortable.
At least, ever since the convent completely ran out of money, she had never felt so carefully whether the wind brushing her cheek felt good.
It was strange.
Even though she was barefoot on the floor, naked, and felt a tearing pain with every step.
Despite being prepared to endure everything, her body had embarrassingly blacked out.
Who covered her with the blanket?
Her originally sticky body had also been lightly wiped clean.
Although she thought Silas might have done other things to her while she was out, she felt only a sense of shame.
She took out the treasured notebook from under the bed.
She flipped to a certain page.
[As the most important advice a mother can give you:]
[If you are fooled by any man's sweet words, your life will surely become unhappy.]
[Perhaps you will be naive when you are young, but you must abandon that naivety.]
[This is a world that eats people. I leave these notes, which look like a slut's diary to you, only hoping you can use your power well and find your own way to survive. Although... you already died in my womb.]
[...]
Was the world truly this cruel?
Probably.
Coming here from the monastery with two young sisters, she had suffered endless cold stares. Because she had offended someone in the Church, she might never receive aid.
So she thought of relying on herself.
But... the people in town were not full of kindness.
The owner of the notebook might have lived a harder life than her.
She knew how to read people.
At least, for a man who was physically so close, she knew his expressions... his every move quite well. He was so passionate; if he were truly a scumbag, he probably wouldn't have cared if she fainted.
"Madam... I seem to be a bit luckier than you."
Closing the notebook, the nun lightly touched the cover and set it aside.
She picked up her habit.
"..."
Rose put it back down. She could no longer be a nun.
Or rather, she didn't want to be a nun that much anymore. The Lord would not save her.
There were other old clothes in the wardrobe.
If she wasn't a nun... she wouldn't have to follow the commandments. She wouldn't have to worry about being too close to a man.
She could also respond to his feelings...
Ah.
Her face suddenly flushed red.
What was she thinking?
First, she had to make Mr. Silas treat her as a cultured, grateful person again.
As she buttoned her shirt, she glanced at the lines on her abdomen.
"Silver Crest... Succubus?"
Recalling Silas's strange expression at the time, she couldn't figure out if those were good words or bad words.
But since he said it wasn't a bad thing, she didn't need to focus on it too much, right?
On the other side.
Silas was working hard to fix the carriage wheel.
He didn't know what the walking dead in town were doing, but they had messed up the wooden wheel he had prepared. There were other carriages, but the cabins of those weren't reinforced as well.
By the time he returned to the convent, it was dark again.
"I'm done."
He had truly screwed himself over with the Free Simulation.
Last night wasn't even that fun; the nun fainted right as they started. He just woke up to work like a horse.
Whatever.
It was still him in the simulation; he could just selectively choose not to immerse himself in the memories of manual labor. Ultimately, it was all slave labor.
Returning to the convent hall, he felt even more annoyed.
"Sister Rose, why aren't you wearing your habit?"
Why did the nun change into these old, coarse hemp clothes?
Even though her figure and face were still there, she lost a lot of her "spirit." It wasn't erotic at all.
"That... it got a bit dirty."
"Fine."
Seeing Rose's nervous answer, Silas looked away wearily.
In any case, the preparations were finished. He just had to wait for the Free Simulation to end and start the mission.
"Big brother is letting Elena win again!"
"No, it's just that you have talent."
"But! I moved the horse four steps, and big brother didn't say a word!"
"Sometimes it's normal for horses to fly."
"..."
He was just killing time, taking turns playing a simple version of chess with the two girls.
In the end.
"Ho ho, Leah is just like the soldiers big brother Silas carved; she only goes forward and never retreats..."
First, Leah fell asleep hugging the soldier Silas carved from stone, her arm around his.
"Big brother, sleep here with Elena. Sister has slept with big brother for two days already..."
Then Elena fell asleep holding his arm, refusing to let go.
Slept for two days...
Though the little girl probably didn't mean it that way, it wasn't technically wrong.
This was fine.
Lying down here, the next time he opened his eyes, he'd likely be choosing Regular Simulation. These past few times, things ended just by sleeping.
Tap.
"..."
But Silas had only been lying down for a few minutes when he heard footsteps from the second floor.
Sister Rose had come back down.
Compared to the daytime, she had changed back into her habit. It seemed she had washed it. Once she changed clothes, the feeling was completely different from those coarse clothes—especially the way her buttocks curved under the habit and her swollen, tight breasts.
"...Are you asleep?"
"I've never seen Leah and Elena so clingy to anyone but me."
He didn't know if the nun was covering her sisters with a blanket, but she covered Silas as well.
But Silas wasn't asleep.
He grabbed the nun's hand directly and pulled her in.
"?!"
"Mr. S-Silas?"
"..."
Silas had been holding it in all day.
No, specifically, ever since he saw the Silver Crest on her navel yesterday and planned to taste her properly, he had been frustrated because she fainted.
Ignoring the nun's struggle, Silas reached out and kneaded the large mounds through her clothes. Unsatisfied, he unbuttoned one directly and slid his hand into her neckline.
"W-wait... Leah is right in front of me."
Rose's body was trembling.
Because her young sister's face was right there. She could feel her breath on her face. Moreover, she knew Elena was behind Silas—and Elena was a light sleeper who often got up at night.
She felt her buttocks being poked by something burning hot.
"Can—can we go to the confessional?"
She grew increasingly flustered, her voice stuttering.
"I have nothing to confess."
"..."
She accepted her fate.
Perhaps she did so poorly yesterday that he was angry. Today, because of her own strange ideas, she changed into clothes that held no interest for him. Maybe he planned to punish her...
But the Silas behind her didn't take the next step; he just wantonly kneaded her mounds while licking her earlobe, blowing air into it.
"If you want me to go to the confessional, there's one condition."
"...What?"
Rose endured the strange sensation in her earlobe, her voice trembling.
"I want to hear the Sister's voice."
The confessional.
Separated from the two sleeping girls in the hall by only a single wooden door.
Complying with Silas's request, Rose lay on the low table, her clothes already stripped down to her navel. Her snowy mounds heaved exaggeratedly with her breath.
As time passed, the line on her navel looked more and more like the Silver Crest Silas knew.
"Don't close your eyes."
"..."
The moment Rose opened her eyes, she saw Silas standing tall between her legs. Her face instantly turned beet red with shame.
"Did you really become a slut because of that Silver Crest?"
"..."
She had no time to ponder Silas's words; she was terrified that Elena, who still got up often at night, would wake up.
Clenching her teeth, she endured.
Whether it was Silas leaning over her chest to taste the buds of the fruit or his fingers teasing her narrow path, she made no sound.
"Didn't I say I wanted to hear the Sister's voice? It's no fun if you hold it in."
"I'll... I'll be heard... hah... ugh..."
Just by speaking, a messy breath almost escaped her.
"Then the Sister will have to find a way to control the volume just right."
"..."
Too much bullying.
How could there be a volume that only he could hear, while her sisters so close by could not?
"Ah..."
Without giving Rose any time to react, Silas chose the moment he was licking her chest to spread her lush thighs and enter. Though it was still a bit too tight, it was much better than yesterday.
"W-wait..."
"Not waiting."
Squish...
Silas knew nothing of being "tender."
The arrow was on the string; it had to be fired! Besides, time was limited!
The sounds grew louder. Even though Rose clenched her teeth to make no sound, the wet noises alone were quite obvious.
"Hah... haah..."
Finally, at the moment Silas's heat reached its limit, Rose couldn't hold it anymore, and a beautiful breath escaped her teeth.
Because of that subtle sound.
Silas even skipped the step of letting her clean him up to regain his spirit; he just kept gripping her buttocks and swaying.
But there was one thing Silas truly didn't understand.
Since seeing the line that looked like a "Silver Crest" yesterday, he was baffled.
Stockholm Syndrome?
Or what?
He saw no trace of humiliation. If he had forced this in the confessional before, she would have mutated 100%.
One last powerful thrust, splashing his heat across her exposed stomach. It slowly gathered around her navel, then spread toward her ribs with her rapid breathing.
And around her "steamed bun," it was already draped in Silas's essence.
Doing it to this extent, she might actually get pregnant. If this game actually had a pregnancy feature.
"..."
Silas sat on the stool, which had become sticky because of the nun. "Sister Rose seems to be quite used to this now."
"Mmm... I will get used to it... hah..."
It looked like she hadn't recovered yet. While panting heavily, her body was also twitching slightly.
"I'm using you as a plaything, a tool. You know that? Equivalent to a place to dispose of my lust."
"..."
This time Rose fell silent for a moment, but only for a brief one. "It doesn't matter."
"Could it be that Sister Rose has fallen in love with me?"
"..."
The nun's expression froze.
"Forget I said anything."
Silas waved his hand. "If that were the case, I'd truly have to praise you for being a slut. Go to sleep; if that brat Elena really heard anything, I'll explain it for you. It wouldn't be fun to be found out this early. There will be many more times like this in the future; I have high hopes for our compatibility."
"..."
In the dim light, watching the door open and close, Rose forced herself to sit up.
Yes, she hadn't even earned back the trust of being treated as a normal person in front of him. Her physical issues remained unsolved, and she relied on him by dumping all the things she couldn't figure out onto him.
For someone like her, the current outcome was what she deserved.
But.
If, just now, when asked "Have you fallen in love with me?" she had answered "Yes," what would have happened? Just the thought of him showing a look of shock or disgust made her chest feel painfully tight.