The rain poured harder.
Fiona didn't even have a chance to change her pants; she was kept at sword-point by the Sister.
"Alright. I know you're not a normal person anymore, Miss Rose."
"Look, I've already pissed myself from fear. I'll do what you want without the sword at my throat."
"..."
She was ordered to carry Silas to a designated spot, a small wooden cabin not far from the convent.
After wetting herself, the sensation between her thighs made her feel miserable.
They made it all the way there.
Thanks to the sound of the rain, no one at the convent noticed a thing. But she knew that if she didn't deal with the situation immediately upon returning, everyone would know by tomorrow.
"So, what do you plan to do next, Miss Rose?"
Fiona sat exhausted on the floor, took off her top, and wrung out the clothes soaked by the rain.
"Find a way to bring my sisters to me."
"Otherwise, I will eat every single one of you."
"..."
"Stop."
Fiona waved her hand. "I did piss myself from terror, I'll admit that. But thinking back now... that's a power you can't even control yourself, isn't it? It's unusable."
"...Do you want to see it again?"
The Sister stared at her coldly.
"Miss Rose, do you think people wandering around the town like that are still human?"
"..."
"Besides, is it really a good idea to let two small children know about Mr. Silas? The two adults they admire most—one planning to abandon them, the other a mindless puppet."
"...Shut up!"
The Sister's face distorted instantly.
"That's not how you use a sword. Your grip is all wrong. Look... so much has happened today. This is the second time I've pissed myself. You're right, I don't deserve Mr. Silas."
"But I am a woman of my word. I promised Mr. Silas I would look after you, and I will. I won't bring your sisters over for now, and I won't tell a soul."
"I'll tell the others you've volunteered to stay at the cabin. But after the rain stops... I hope we can talk calmly."
"...Stand still!"
"Are you going to threaten to eat me again? I actually have nothing left to live for. What kind of noble knight pisses herself twice in such a short time... Honestly, I don't want to live anymore."
But Fiona ignored her and walked straight out.
Not long after, she returned with a bundle.
"Shackles used for prisoners. The key is here, too."
"I can probably understand how you feel. Say whatever you want to him; I won't take that right away."
This time, Fiona truly left.
Outside the cabin.
The rain beat against the wooden planks, never quieting.
Looking at Silas's face, which had turned bruised and hideous as the toxins crawled up, the Sister wanted to tell him they were safe. No one was going to execute him.
"..."
But fundamentally, what had changed?
She had wishfully thought he was strong. That she just had to stay put and be obedient.
What should she do now?
She took a strip of cloth, went outside to soak it in the rain, and wrung it out.
She wiped down Silas's body.
"Guh... growl..."
Gradually, she could hear Silas's low growls.
She didn't know why she had been able to manifest that physical abnormality and then revert.
The antidote was a lie.
This man had lied to her, using something meant for playing with women as medicine to trick her.
And what about her sisters?
Was Fiona truly trying to help her just now, or was she going back to report the situation and come back to hunt her down?
It was foolish.
Letting an outsider know about her physical abnormality. Not everyone was like him.
Leg irons and handcuffs were put on. His mouth was also bound with a rope. It was too tight; he'd probably be more comfortable if it were loosened a bit.
"Do you remember?"
"Before, you tied me up in such a lewd way... now it's your turn."
"..."
She was just murmuring to herself.
Her tears wouldn't stop at all.
"You know me... I've never done a single thing right."
"Every time, it was only after you scolded me that I stopped running and realized how useless I am."
"Why now..."
She regretted it deeply.
If he had actually said his true thoughts when he left, it wouldn't be like this.
If she had known sooner that it wasn't just dependency...
"..."
Silas's body had been wiped by her over and over. She didn't even miss the gaps between his toes. He was spotless.
She realized Silas was completely naked.
With a brief thought, she stripped down until she was only in her underwear.
"These are... the clothes you wanted. I changed."
She should have changed sooner.
Exactly how much time had passed?
She realized it was dawn.
The rain was still falling.
At some point inside the house, Fiona had arrived with food and drink.
"Is he awake?"
"Ah, you're sitting on him. Be careful of contamination... forget it. Probably won't happen. I was scratched by the walking dead before and didn't change. I haven't told anyone that either."
"..."
Yes.
The Sister was sitting naked atop Silas.
She recalled that last night she seemed to have been grinding against Silas's member. She had felt something, but Silas had no reaction. She had also pressed her breasts into his hands, but they hadn't been squeezed once.
Later, she must have fallen asleep lying on top of him.
"You still have to eat."
"And about your sisters, I've explained things to them. They're stable. That woman who knew about this last night—I threatened her, and she hasn't said a word. She's being very obedient."
"..."
The Sister didn't really want to speak; she just stared at Silas's face.
She looked at the food Fiona had set aside and picked it up. Not to eat it herself, but to feed it to Silas.
She felt Silas must be hungry.
"By the way, what does it feel like to do that with him?"
Fiona didn't care about the Sister wasting the food.
"...I don't know."
"You don't know? With something that big... it must hurt a lot?"
"..."
"Fine. I apologize. I had those thoughts when I tried to convince you to give up. But I don't anymore... I'm not worthy of him. But I wasn't wrong; you really are the best woman for him. I told him that in a roundabout way."
"When the rain stops, are you going to kill him?"
"Yes."
Fiona stood up. "I think it's enough for Mr. Silas to leave behind the honor of having sacrificed himself for the civilians."
"...If he dies, what do you expect me to do?"
The Sister looked at her directly.
"I promised Mr. Silas I would look after you while he was gone. From now on, he will be gone for a very long time. I will look after you for a long time, too."
Fiona left.
"..."
But the Sister couldn't find any relief in her promise.
Because Silas's face, which originally only had toxins spreading on his jaw, had now reached his eyelids.
"Let me knead them for you, however you want is fine. Just wake up, okay?"
"..."
"Whatever kind of sex toy you want me to be, I'll be it. Can you wake up?"
"..."
"TALK TO ME!!!"
She sat on Silas. Grabbing his hands, she desperately kneaded her breasts with them.
But ultimately, it was her controlling them; there was no reaction from him.
Those eyes had no focus. They were bloodshot. As if he only wanted to eat her in a physical sense.
"Then why..."
"Why did you save me?"
"After making me unable to leave you, you turn into this... is this to punish me?"
"I... I know I was wrong. I'm sorry... ugh."
"Let me go, please... I'll do anything."
She had no sense of time.
She only knew Fiona had visited a few times. Fiona complained that the people at the convent were getting restless again, and her sisters were crying to see her.
The rain had long since stopped. Now there was sunlight outside the window. It shone on Silas's toxin-ridden, bruised face... If a normal person saw it, they would surely be terrified.
"You're going to die soon."
"Fiona will definitely come to kill you today. I can see what she's thinking..."
The Sister picked up the short sword, pointed it at Silas's neck, then gave up and pointed it at her own.
"See? I can't do anything. I think it's better to kill you myself, but I also think it's not bad if I die with you. But Elena and the others..."
She set the sword aside and cupped Silas's member with both hands.
Slurp.
She took it into her mouth.
Her tongue licked it incessantly.
"Mr. Silas, let's do it one more time. Treat me... as a wife or something. Not as a nun."
Against Silas's member, she ignored his ever-intensifying growls. She placed his hand back on her breast.
"I know."
"You... you just want to see my nipples get hard. You even purposely said that if they get hard, it means I want to sleep with you."
"Mhm. It's like that."
"I do want to."
As she spoke.
Her tears fell again.
"I have to go back. I'm leaving you here. If you don't want me to leave you... have some reaction, okay? You... don't you like 'creampies'? I'll do it, I'll do anything... I learned so much from the notes."
"..."
She really wanted to put Silas's thing inside her body. But she couldn't; it was too soft.
Knock, knock.
Someone knocked on the door of the cabin. She didn't have to think to know it was Fiona.
How many days had it been?
She had to face reality. She didn't believe Fiona was a good person; maybe she had already tied up her sisters. Maybe she was just lying to her, and given the chance, she would kill her and Silas at the same time.
Well, Mr. Silas was already dead anyway. Right or wrong, the Sister didn't have the strength to think about it anymore.
"..."
She could feel the markings around her navel writhing.
No, that wasn't right.
Even if she had to kill Fiona and take her sisters and the Silas lying here away, it should be with her own hands.
But with just her own hands, could she really do it?
"..."
Her cleavage began to crack open. Perhaps she was losing control. As long as she gave up thinking, there would be no more pain.
But through the haze, she sensed a spark of heat.
It pressed strongly against her hip bone.
"Mr. Silas?!"
The Sister regained consciousness almost instantly, staring directly at Silas's face. His lips were slightly parted, as if whispering something extremely quiet.
She had to lean in close to hear it.
"Let me... check."
Fiona didn't think she was a brave person.
At least, the part about pissing herself was true. But she was good at thinking.
Silas was beyond saving. Could the Sister... still be saved? Those tentacles. Could she trust the nun as Silas had? Indulge her?
Rather than giving the Sister and Silas time to say goodbye, it was more like giving herself time to think. Should her reason execute both the nun and Silas?
Or should she remember Silas's favor and still treat the nun as a person?
She had to make a decision.
She would choose based on the Sister's behavior after all these days.
Before forcing the wooden door open, Fiona thought of many possibilities.
For example, the Sister revealing that terrifying form again to stop her from executing Silas.
Or perhaps, the Sister finally understanding the situation and remembering her sisters, choosing to live like a human. That way, she could lean toward repaying Silas's favor and act as if she had never seen the nun turn into a monster.
"Does it feel good?"
"..."
But the one thing Fiona didn't expect was that the Sister would actually be doing it with Silas.
"Ah, Miss Fiona is here?"
"Do you see it? It's not my hallucination, right? Mr. Silas... is hard."
"..."
Fiona's brain stalled.
Reason told her that a mutated person couldn't have sexual desire. Even less likely to do it with a woman.
Squish, squish.
But the connection, trailing sticky strings of slime, was right there before her eyes.
She leaned in next to Silas. No matter how she looked, Silas's face was still covered in toxins. His agony was visible in the hideous bloodshot veins.
"Look, Mr. Silas will rub my breasts."
"..."
In contrast to the Sister's increasingly vibrant eyes, Fiona was thinking that if she wanted a 100% chance to execute them, she could slit the Sister's throat in an instant right now. That way she wouldn't have to face the terrifying nun—killing two birds with one stone. Executing the shackled Silas afterward would be easy.
Even if Silas got hard, she didn't think he was well. Maybe mutated males just have sexual desire? It's just that no one had ever dared to prove it like the nun.
"Mr. Silas, do you want to touch Miss Fiona's breasts?"
"?"
Before Fiona could react, Silas's hand was placed on her chest by the nun.
She felt a slight gripping force, and her body instantly tensed up. Then she felt the Sister was pitiful, tragic. She'd leave; after the Sister was tired and fell asleep, she'd execute Silas.
However, Silas's hand moved on its own. It rubbed Fiona's breast a few times, then immediately let go with a hint of disdain, seeking another target. Once the Sister offered those bouncing white mounds, those hands seemed satisfied and began to knead.
"Is mine better after all? Hehe, I can't do anything with Mr. Silas. Then just touch mine."
The Sister became very happy.
Squish.
The wet sound grew louder.
Fiona silently backed away. The pressure of Silas's fingertips still lingered on her chest.
She suddenly remembered what the Sister had said about inferiority and reclaiming self-esteem.
She gripped the short sword at her waist, then let go.
"..."
Listening to the erotic sounds coming from the cabin, Fiona couldn't help but sigh.
"Who can compete with you? I'm the one who should feel inferior."
The rain had long since stopped, the dark clouds had dispersed, and warm light was pouring down. The female knight softly proclaimed her own total defeat.