[The current live session has ended]
[Would you like to continue with Free Simulation or Regular Simulation?]
Exactly as Silas expected: play with Sister Rose until satisfied, go to sleep, and the session ends the moment he opens his eyes.
Recalling the events in the confessional yesterday, Silas patted the rump of the brown mare beside him.
Being able to look after the two little girls and tease them a bit was already the extent of his rare conscience. As for the nun, if she wanted any more "conscience" from him now—he had none left.
[You have selected Regular Simulation]
His Free Simulation charges were all used up.
However, there should be similar rewards later, right? If not, he'd really regret wasting them all on having sex with the nun.
[You woke up earlier than anyone else. You performed your routine inspection around the convent.]
[You found no anomalies; the carriage you personally modified remained undamaged.]
[Returning to the convent, the two little girls were already awake, and Sister Rose seemed to be stewing meat in the kitchen.]
[Compared to before, you noticed she was no longer being stingy with the dried meat you brought. When you sexually harassed her from behind by grabbing her ass, she mostly just trembled and endured it in silence.]
[...]
[After the meal, you chose to go out. You dug a half-meter pit and buried the noblewoman's corpse within it.]
[Though you knew it was meaningless, you felt she was more or less your sexual initiation. It would be slightly annoying to see her rotting bones every time you passed by.]
[You made your way to the noblewoman's house.]
[Because of your many "intimate" encounters with her, there were many clothes there that caught your eye. You packed them all up.]
[Thinking that the two little girls didn't have any good clothes either, you rummaged around for some outfits that might fit them.]
[...]
[Afternoon. You drove the prepared carriage to the convent gates. Inside were tools you'd thought of that might be useful in an emergency. There were also more reliable restraint tools, prepared just in case Sister Rose mutated.]
[Night.]
[The two little girls were overjoyed to receive the clothes you gave them.]
[Seeing this, Sister Rose said you had no obligation to waste time doting on her sisters to such an extent.]
[You took out the clothes prepared for her and told her she had a similar gift.]
[She froze as she watched you pull out sheer, gauzy lingerie, dresses, and various accessories clearly designed for erotic service.]
[...]
[Midnight. Since the clothes you brought back hadn't been washed, you didn't ask her to change. You could also tell her body was a bit overwhelmed from her first time and needed rest.]
[Guided by the philosophy that she is your tool and only you should cherish it, you simply used her feet and buttocks for a regular release.]
That part was true.
One must personally care for and maintain their own belongings.
[Upon learning of your decision to set off for the refuge tomorrow, she paused for a long while before cautiously asking about the refuge while serving you.]
[You were surprised, completely forgetting that you hadn't told her about it.]
Oh.
Right. He'd mentioned it to her sisters, but not to her.
[You did not answer her question. Instead, you made a demand.]
[You told her that if she didn't show some real skill in serving you, you could abandon her and her sisters on the road at any time.]
How embarrassing would it be to just tell her because she asked?
And what if he did tell her?
Aside from helping him vent his lust, she was useless. On the contrary, he had to keep an eye on that "Silver Crest" on her navel, fearing she might suddenly evolve.
[Sister Rose asked no more questions and served you even more earnestly.]
[Only when you patted her breasts, signaling you were temporarily bored with her, did she move away to grab a soft cloth and wipe the sweat from your body.]
Hmm?
She's starting to learn how to be attentive?
[After some hesitation, she spoke again, saying she heard from her sisters that the knights had been wiped out and the survivors were huddling together.]
[She believed there was no need to risk the journey so far; waiting here might be simpler.]
Wait my ass.
Wait for forty days until you likely undergo a second mutation?
[After you refused her, you noticed the nun didn't go to sleep. Instead, she picked up the erotic clothes you gave her—the ones stained from your play with the noblewoman—and left alone.]
[You heard the sound of scrubbing, guessing she was washing those clothes.]
Has she really learned her place?
Understanding her position, knowing she can only lick your boots...
To put it bluntly.
Compared to the women at the refuge who claimed they weren't sluts, she was just wrapped in a layer of "pure nun" packaging. At the core, wasn't it the same thing?
[The next day.]
[The two little girls were very excited about going to a new place and woke up early. You were surprised to find the nun hadn't just washed the erotic toys.]
[She had also washed your only set of dirty clothes and trousers quite clean.]
[She seemed to have stayed up all night, packing the necessary supplies. Except for the vegetable pots in the yard, everything else usable, including fabrics, was neatly organized in the hall.]
[You told her it was all trash and not needed.]
She didn't want to go yesterday.
Then she became this diligent?
Quite... flexible in her thinking.
[You observed the nun's Silver Crest again and asked if she felt any abnormalities. The answer was the same as always.]
[Noon.]
[You had them board the carriage while you drove the mutated horse. You crafted a tool: hanging a blood-stained strip from the nun's first time in front of the horse. The horse became a perpetual motion machine, tirelessly chasing the fabric.]
This was a trick Silas thought of during the Free Simulation.
Tools should be used to their full potential.
[Whenever you encountered too many walking dead on the way, you immediately jumped off the carriage, letting the nun take the reins. You took responsibility for luring the dead away with a large bell you'd prepared.]
[The nun clearly lacked experience driving a carriage; compared to you, the progress was much slower.]
[...]
[Nightfall. You knew the nun was even more useless at night, and she knew the delay was her fault. She apologized to you.]
[You told her that an apology requires showing her tits. After a moment's hesitation, she complied.]
[...]
[It took a total of four days before you finally saw the milky-white church. But the situation had changed; the air was filled with a light mist. Though nowhere near as thick as the mist in the distant lands you'd visited, seeing such fog at high noon felt ominous.]
[...]
[You reached the refuge. Regrettably, only scattered straw, discarded dirty rags, and moldy food scraps remained. Those women had already taken the supplies and moved elsewhere.]
[You told the nun and the girls to stay put while you circled the refuge trying to find their trail. But you found nothing.]
[You confirmed that the traps around the refuge were still intact. You didn't understand why they chose to leave. It occurred to you that they might have changed their minds and decided to risk going outside.]
[By the time you returned to the refuge, it was dark. you looked at the uneasy nun and her sisters.]
[Though you didn't feel the need to save those women if they wanted to find death themselves, you remembered the insect repellent Fiona had mentioned.]
[You warned the nun to watch the girls and not leave. You chose to brave the night, immediately driving the carriage in the direction they left.]
[...]
[A few hours later, you found the corpse of a woman on the road. The blood hadn't fully clotted; she hadn't been dead long. You felt the mist grow thicker.]
[Further ahead, you found several normal women hiding in a ruined house. They wept with joy upon seeing you. After calming down, they told you Fiona had said you weren't to be trusted and that if you could return unscathed, the situation might not be so bad, mobilizing them to leave their shelter.]
[Through them, you learned that Fiona had already lost several companions, but even as others refused to go further, she stubbornly pressed on ahead.]
[Ignoring the survivors' desperate pleas, you continued forward. The mist was thick enough to impede your vision. It was easy to guess that further ahead, you'd encounter something more troublesome than the walking dead. Perhaps Fiona was already dead.]
[You began to wonder if it was worth the risk.]
[You decided...]
[Option 1: Keep going. I have to figure out what happened!]
[Option 2: Go back. Take the female survivors with you and deal with it later.]
Did that trigger an option?
Indeed, he just felt that since Fiona was a noble, whether it was repellent or crafting other things... she would likely know the names of certain materials in this era. She might also know the map further out.
Risking a death just to save her was clearly not worth it.
However, a few hours ago, the mist wasn't this thick.
[You chose Option 1]
Let's do it.
At worst, I just die again. Without figuring this out, how can I "deal with it later" in peace? This isn't just idling away time in reality.
No, even in reality, such laziness wouldn't fit Silas's style.