[At the gathering, Sister Rose stated she was just your sex toy.]
[You feel the training has been successful, and you are very interested in Sister Rose's current state.]
[Continue with Regular Simulation or Free Simulation?]
I am interested, for sure.
But as a player, how can I let myself be led astray by beauty?
Focusing on the mission is the only way.
[You chose Regular Simulation]
[The gathering ended. Only you and Fiona remained sober. Sister Rose had long since taken her two sisters upstairs to sleep.]
[You feel that checking the changes in Sister Rose's Silver Crest daily is a very important task.]
[Thus, you entered Sister Rose's room.]
[You showed your desire without reservation, and Sister Rose could only hang her head, whispering a plea for you to go to another room.]
[You went to the confessional of the Great Convent.]
[Important choice triggered]
[Option 1: I'm going to do whatever I want!]
[Option 2: Let her go and let her rest with her sisters.]
[Perform Free Simulation]
An option triggered?
Good.
Saves me from spending a Free Simulation charge myself.
The mission must be done, but since the nun proactively called herself a sex toy, it would be wrong not to give her some "appreciation."
"..."
The candlelight flickered.
Sister Rose placed her hands over her curves.
"Does Sister Rose know how a sex toy is supposed to act?"
"..."
Following Silas's words, Sister Rose hung her head and unbuttoned her habit. She revealed her half-hidden white mounds.
He pressed his fingers against them, easily sinking into the soft flesh.
Her body was trembling.
"Help me with a 'tit-job'."
"..."
She didn't refuse; she just watched Silas drop his pants. She bit her lip and fully shed her habit. Once Silas's cock was placed between them, she began to squeeze and clamp down slowly and carefully.
The heavenly, soft pressure almost made Silas blow his load instantly.
He barely held it back.
While she swayed her white breasts to serve him, Silas teased the buds hidden within that flesh.
He needed to get her wet, otherwise, he wouldn't be able to get in.
Squish, squish. Slurp...
Silas truly didn't expect that while giving the tit-job, she would lower her head to lick it with her mouth.
He couldn't hold back; he really came instantly.
But looking at the nun staring blankly at his mess coating her cleavage, Silas couldn't stop there.
"Ah..."
He pried her elastic thighs apart. There was a subtle hint of resistance, but she quickly gave up.
There wasn't much moisture.
"Has Sister Rose not found the feeling yet?"
Silas decided to help her.
He licked the buds hidden in her breasts that were finally starting to poke out.
Meanwhile, his fingers teased her slit. Gradually, his fingers became drenched. Her breathing grew heavy.
Everything was ready.
"...Mr. Silas."
"..."
He squeezed inside. It was incredibly warm.
"Hah... I... I want to ask."
Ask what now? This isn't the time for questions.
"The trade... when will it end?"
"...End?"
Silas stopped moving, his hands still gripping her bouncing mounds.
It's just getting started; what do you mean "end"?
"The deal was: I need your protection until we are safe. That was it, right?"
"You think it's safe now?"
"No, but it's relatively less of an ordeal. I was thinking that besides the trade... in the future, I will give you the maximum compensation I can. I also won't report this matter to the Church."
"?"
"Are you threatening me?"
"N-no! I just wanted to say... hah... ah... squelch..."
Sister Rose gasped for air as the attack speed suddenly increased.
Clearly, she convulsed; she had already peaked once.
"It ends when we leave this place. But until then, Sister Rose, you can't just lie there with your eyes closed every time."
"Come on, get on all fours."
"..."
Silas was still full of energy.
But because of the nun's words, he became somewhat melancholy.
Ultimately, this is a game. Even if the experience feels real, it doesn't change the fact that it's an illusion.
But what's wrong with looking for truth in an illusion? It's just so warm—warm enough to melt.
Early morning.
Sister Rose dragged her freshly cleaned body back to the room upstairs. She made sure her clothes didn't smell.
"Sister, aren't you going to sleep yet?"
Elena seemed to have been woken up; she rubbed her sleepy eyes and stared at the nun who picked up clothes to continue mending instead of sleeping.
"...I'll sleep in a bit."
Sister Rose knelt on the floor, taking out another garment. It was Leah's; she had sewn it several times but felt it wasn't beautiful enough.
"But, you can do it tomorrow... when we wake up, Elena and Leah will help you."
"No need, you two just sleep well."
"Ah, speaking of which... Rose, what is the 'sex toy' you mentioned yesterday?"
"...Tch."
Rose's movement paused; the pin pricked her index finger, causing instant pain.
"Sister? Sew it tomorrow, it's too dark now..."
"..."
Rose didn't insist anymore and lay down beside her sister. She was embraced by the small body.
"Sister, you smell so good..."
That small hand habitually pressed against the nun's chest. It was just a sisterly prank.
"Will Elena become this big too in the future?"
"..."
Usually, Sister Rose would be in the mood to joke around and tease her sister.
But not now.
She got her answer.
The trade would end. He still didn't have a shred of affection for her beyond being a sex toy.
But what was she hoping to hear?
That it wouldn't end?
That he had normal feelings for her?
No matter how much she exhausted herself to serve him, how could she compete with the slutty woman who was also here? That woman would wear clothes in the hall that intentionally exposed half her breast just to seduce him.
He was liked by many people.
By comparison, she was still just a nun.
Gradually, she heard her sister's steady breathing; she had fallen asleep.
She felt stifled.
But what was there to be sad about?
Should she go and say those women weren't trustworthy... and that she was more reliable? That she shouldn't get any worse?
What right did she have? By contrast, she had said so many nasty things about him—the kind of thing only an ungrateful person would do. Being brought here was already good enough; she had no reason to lecture him.
"..."
"Lord Silas?"
As Rose hugged her sister tightly to seek comfort, she heard a voice at the hall door.
"The Sister is already asleep. Am I not good enough? These clothes... I changed for you."
"Come in~ Just thinking about you makes me so wet down here."
"Did you just finish with the Sister? It doesn't matter... I want to taste the Sister on you, too."
"..."
Sister Rose covered her ears.
She held her young sister tightly to her chest, her slender shoulders trembling. What was all this? Why did she read those notes word for word? She should have just stayed a proper nun.
He could be attracted to other women and not come to her. Doesn't that mean it's over? She would never have to be humiliated and played with again. This is good; she is a nun.
"Ugh... Sister Rose?"
She didn't expect that while Elena stayed asleep, the other sister who was harder to wake, Leah, was disturbed.
"Is someone crying?"
Seeing her sister about to sit up and look, she quickly hugged her tight.
"It's normal. Everyone has been through a lot; someone is bound to cry."
"Oh... a bigger scaredy-cat than Leah. Sister Rose, did you ever get to talk to big brother? Lord Silas was surrounded by so many people."
"...I did."
"See, I told you big brother wouldn't forget you."
"..."
"Sister, ugh, you're hugging too... I can't breathe."
"Mmm, it's normal for family to hug tight once in a while."
Sister Rose wouldn't let her sister's gaze leave her chest, because if she did, Leah would see her soaked cheeks.
She couldn't think anymore.
If they traded again, she would treat every time as the last. She would stop thinking, stop trying to guess if even a tiny bit of affection existed. She was a nun—a nun who must keep her vows.
How could she not only fail to feel humiliated but actually be obsessed with him? She had to discard those wrong thoughts and find her self-respect. Otherwise, she would go mad.