[You found that the Sister was trying to scrape off the Silver Crest and was self-harming.]
[Because you discovered her, the Sister's mood became extremely depressed. Her body began to show signs of mutation.]
[You decide...]
[Important choice triggered]
[Option 1: Break off all the tentacles she has placed on you and cut off everything that has poked out.]
[Option 2: Tie her up in Shibari style and lock her in a dark room, lying to her sisters that she has other business.]
[Continue Free Simulation]
[...]
[You chose to perform Free Simulation.]
Silas didn't choose either; he chose Free Simulation.
[You activated the skill Hypnosis Apprentice.]
[Due to the target's abnormally high mental attributes, the skill failed to take effect.]
The probability of this thing isn't just for show.
So, just give up?
In Silas's eyes, besides her stomach being covered in blood, the Sister's chest had truly split open. He could see the small teeth inside, and the newly emerged slimy tentacles.
However, he wasn't as scared now as he was at the beginning.
Tits are still tits; they were just spread out a bit. The grains in the breast meat would still react.
"I'm sorry..."
He saw her eyes filled with tears, trembling.
"Speaking of which, I have a small gift I plan to give to the Sister."
In the end, it was a matter of human care.
First lesson for a gold-medal salesman: when you encounter an issue that can't be smoothed out, change the subject.
His right hand was wrapped up by her arm, so it was hard to reach. He switched to his left.
Silas took a ring out of his pants pocket. He had picked it up from the former noblewoman's house while out making preparations. At the time, that woman had taken off the ring and thrown it under the bed to play the role of a loyal wife who didn't want to betray her husband. He hadn't intended to take it, but after looking around, only this fit Silas's aesthetic.
Silver, small, with no extra decorations. And the size happened to fit the Sister's slender ring finger. He had tried it on her while she was asleep and senseless after being "filled."
"...Eh?"
The Sister was clearly stunned.
It wasn't until Silas actually slipped it onto her ring finger that she snapped out of it.
"I... right now... like this, how can I..."
"It was pretty awkward watching you call yourself a wife all the time; now it's real."
"..."
If she didn't want it, or felt unworthy, she should have taken it off immediately.
"Come on, don't keep your thighs so tightly closed."
"Don't."
Even if they were going to do it, she should turn over and offer her rear. At least that way he wouldn't see the crack in her chest.
"This time, let's just cum on your breasts. That engorged flush always feels like it needs to be defiled to be more erotic."
More than that.
Why could he still be interested in her current self?
The silver on her fingertip sparkled along with the flickering candlelight.
"Oh, the Sister's mood has improved? If every woman in the world could have her mood confirmed just by looking at her breasts, business would be quite easy."
"...That's not right!"
"Hm?"
"How can it be that simple?! You say it so easily, but... your neck... I did that just now!"
There were obvious red marks on his neck. The tentacles weren't a hallucination.
"So as punishment, I'm going to creampie you ruthlessly."
"..."
What kind of punishment is that?
With this thing on her finger, her body was also being craved.
Is it worth it? To indulge her so much. Like a more normal Fiona, or even just someone who only needed benefits...
"Mr. Silas."
"Too much moisture. The Sister is very horny today."
"Thanks to you, I've become... a troublesome woman who only wants to escape everything and rely on you."
"If you don't rely on me, relying on someone else would be the real problem."
"...I can't help it, I don't have the courage to go out."
"Then we wait until you do."
"..."
The Sister felt the hot flow within her cavity.
"The antidote was indeed fake. But as long as it works, anything is an antidote. What I'm injecting now is also the antidote."
"Didn't you say you were going to cum... on my chest?"
She had tears in her eyes.
"I'll cum wherever I want."
This man, he couldn't hold back again. Making excuses again.
But it was a bit sudden.
"...So handsome."
She felt the man in front of her was glowing. He was dazzling, yet truly within reach. There was a mysterious sense of peace.
"?"
Silas was stunned.
Three minutes can be called handsome?
Wait.
Why was she praising him while he was creampieing her? Is her head really still normal?
The next day.
Silas didn't mention going out again. Now he was the one avoiding the topic.
He started leading the two children in planting trees and vegetables. He found decent, suitable decorations and paintings, gradually turning the convent into something that looked more like a real home rather than just where the Sister lived.
When night came.
It was natural for the Sister to offer her buttocks.
"I... that day..."
"That day has passed."
Now it was the Sister who always wanted to bring up the past, and Silas would interrupt. He didn't care.
"Hah..."
"Rose, can you prop your feet up a bit."
"...Eh? L-like this?"
She didn't force the conversation; she would follow Silas's requests.
"Ah..."
Feeling Silas's release, she was a bit dazed. Then she panicked, "N-no! Not inside! If I get pregnant, the child I give birth to will be... a strange thing."
"If my kid is born walking on tentacles, that sounds pretty cool."
"..."
"Besides, I'm used to creampieing you. You want me to change now? Are you trying to tell me what to do?"
"I, ha-ugh!"
The Sister wanted to say more, but she was interrupted by another fierce impact within her cavity.
"..."
Silas didn't care about any of that. If this game really had a child-bearing feature, he'd see if the result was a mutant. Normal kids are boring; how cool would it be to father a Tentacle-Man?
[You noticed the Sister's negative thoughts.]
[You decide...]
[Important choice triggered]
[Option 1: Ignore the risk, continue the creampie.]
[Option 2: Continue talking to her.]
[Perform Free Simulation]
The choices still triggered.
But Silas was the same: he ignored everything. No talking.
If he woke up and no choice triggered, he would choose Free Simulation. It was all about high freedom and high experience.
"...Mr. Silas."
"Horny again, are we? Let's go."
"N-no, that's not it!"
Silas didn't care if the Sister was horny or if she really had something to say. He didn't want to talk about serious business right now.
He finally understood why kings didn't attend court. If he were an emperor, he'd definitely be a legendary tyrant recorded in history.
[In nine days, you did it with the Sister a total of 31 times.]
[Regrettably, the Sister did not get pregnant.]
[Today, you woke up very early.]
[You decide...]
[Important choice triggered]
[Option 1: After so long, let's hear what she has to say.]
[Option 2: After so long, only 31 times? That's too few.]
[Perform Free Simulation]
Every morning when he woke up, Silas could choose again. He hadn't even had the chance to use his Free Simulation counts.
"Sister."
"Ah, I-I'll go get the porridge!"
"..."
Then, the situation seemed to change but also didn't.
Before, it was the Sister who had things on her mind and avoided Silas; now it was because Silas was trying to get into her at every possible moment, so she was avoiding him.
"Big brother."
The two little lolis sat at the dining table Silas had brought back, swinging their feet. "Lately, isn't big sister happy too many times? There were a few times Elena covered her ears to sleep but could still hear her."
"Exactly! Leah hears it often, too."
"I even heard it during the day yesterday!"
"..."
Silas sat upright and said solemnly, "Maybe Miss Rose is just naturally prone to becoming very happy."
Thud.
The Sister came out.
She served the porridge and slammed it down in front of Silas. While her cheeks were flushed, she looked a bit resentful.
"Sister, Leah thought of a very funny joke!"
It seemed the little loli firmly believed Silas's explanation that "the Sister really needs to be happy," and immediately confidently threw out the "polar bear pulling out fur and saying it's cold" joke.
"Hehe, that's very funny."
"..."
Was the Sister really laughing? If she was laughing, why was her foot reaching over trying to step on him?
But the little slut was overthinking. There was only one outcome for proactively stretching a foot over.
"Eh, the joke really works! Elena, look, sister's face is all red from laughing!"
"Your sense of humor is so weird... it feels like something is off."
"..."
The two children were impressed but confused. But under the table, the Sister—whose shoe had been removed by Silas and was forced yet semi-proactively clamping his thing—knew exactly what was happening.
But happy days always pass quickly.
Silas was busy taking down the crucifix in the hall and replacing it with the flowers he had finally cultivated and bloomed.
"Mr. Silas."
"...Why are you standing so far away?"
Silas looked back and saw the Sister talking to him from at least five or six meters away.
"I-If I'm too close, Mr. Silas will... do erotic things again."
"Is that so? I thought the Sister, who is always soaked before we even start, actually felt quite good. So you don't like it? Fine, I won't do it anymore."
"I didn't say that! I think it feels good too... No, Mr. Silas is trying to trick me again! T-that's not what I wanted to say!"
"Oh. The little slut is quite smart, realizing she was being tricked."
In fact, for Silas, the situation was reversed.
Compared to a stable, living like this was certainly more comfortable.
"Please... tell me. How to get out, what I need to do and learn."
"..."
"I-If I don't know what to do, then... if I do that with you, surely nothing will go wrong."
"..."
Silas continued to hammer in the iron pieces to hang the garland. Turning his gaze again, he saw the Sister's body trembling slightly, but her eyes were very firm compared to the confusion of previous days.
"You're treating the creampie as an antidote?"
"Um... y-you said it yourself... is that not allowed?"
That flushed face was very cute.
"Rose, come here."
"I'll go make an excuse to my sisters first. Elena and the others just said they wanted to help you weave parchment flower garlands."
Had she now become a mature nun who made excuses to her younger sisters just to be with a man?
"Just come here first."
"..."
The Sister looked left and right to make sure no one was there. Then she walked to Silas's side. She shyly closed her eyes.
"Why are you closing your eyes? Help me pull the garland up on the other side; I want to see if it's aligned."
"Eh?"
"..."
"Bullying me on purpose again..."
The Sister, pulling up the garland, muttered softly.
Silas just looked at her left hand holding the garland; the silver on her fingertip sparkled.
People who seek reality in illusion are all madmen. Addicted gamers are just internet-addicted teens. He had almost forgotten he was just a groom in reality.
He actually really wanted to ask her if she was truly happy. After all, they met in such an abnormal way at the beginning.
"Sister, you're very beautiful."
"Mr. Silas always says that when I wear these stockings. I don't even know if you like the stockings Fiona sent or..."
"I'm talking about you."
"..."
Visibly, the Sister began to become flustered. She lowered her head and carefully checked if anything was improper. After a long while, she raised her face again and saw Silas calmly continuing to hammer the iron piece. Only then did she feel it wasn't the usual flirting; it was real. Her cheeks instantly turned redder, more shameful than when she was called a "little horny girl."
"Right? I-I summoned the courage to want to go outside, I'll still... be like a mature and charming woman, right?"
The Sister curled her toes, asking in a tone completely lacking confidence.
"You've always been quite charming."
"...I'm not staying here anymore."
"?"
"If I stay any longer, Mr. Silas will definitely say that even though I'm a nun, I have to change my pants just because of a few words. You have that kind of plan, don't you?!"
The Sister, thinking she had seen through Silas's nature, fled in a huff of embarrassment.
But in fact, Silas hadn't thought that far ahead.
Whether she was truly happy, he probably didn't need to ask. Calling these days "indulging her" was more like Silas indulging himself. The horse is hungry; the dream should wake.
This way, he could leave satisfied. When he returns to reality, he'll work hard, improve, and maybe find someone similar.
Clang, clang, clang.
Silas finally hammered the iron piece into the gap in the wall.
"Mr. Silas."
The Sister was back, standing at the entrance of the hall. Surrounded by warm sunlight, she looked like she had special effects added.
"When you woke up, what I wanted to ask most wasn't about continuing the trade as a sex toy. It was this."
She shook the ring on her left hand.
"You're not allowed to answer again! You already answered before! You can't take it back!"
"I will work hard to become less dependent on you, and to be normal. Then I'll give birth to a healthy child for you... I don't want a child that walks on tentacles."
"I-I... I'm going to help Elena and the others fold flowers. Um... tonight... because I already treat that as an antidote! So I want more... ugh, just act like I didn't say that!"
"..."
It's really nice.
Silas was satisfied. He unconsciously recalled the Sister saying "so handsome" while being creampied for some reason.
He was hard.
Fuck, why didn't I grab her just now? This is really the end; was he still trying to act all high and mighty?