Noon.
The convent continued its confession and prayer activities open to the public.
"Did something good happen to the Arch-Nun?"
"Must be, she looks very happy..."
"..."
Anyone could see that Rose was in a very good mood. A smile was constantly on her face.
The confession booth.
She first directed the nuns to distribute free lunches with two extra eggs to the commoners. Then she personally led the prayers before the God Noye.
"May the merciful God Noye above grant us blessings..."
"..."
All the nuns recited the same words. Rose did at first, too.
But the more she saw the statue, the more her thighs unconsciously twisted while kneeling, squeezing her buttocks.
She secretly changed the prayer in her heart.
'May my dear Mr. Silas grant me a healthy child that we work together to bring forth.'
There was nothing wrong with that.
Her wish would be very simple if Silas were there. She just wanted to be together, plus Erina and Leah—a family of four that might become five or six later—just a normal family like that.
She didn't ask for a luxurious life.
She could give up the power she possessed and never use it. She'd only use it as a trump card to protect her family. Then, she'd do ordinary sewing work. Or stay at home to raise children and support her husband.
After the prayer ended.
Rose didn't want to wait in vain, so she entered the confession booth again to listen to the followers' confessions.
"Sister, I am in pain."
Sitting outside the wooden partition was a woman.
"I don't know how to say it... it's hard to speak of."
"God Noye is a merciful god; He only pardons sinners who can speak out. He punishes those who cannot even confess their crimes."
Rose replied calmly.
"..."
"Ah, it's just..."
the woman's tone was indeed conflicted; she stammered for a good while before seemingly giving up entirely.
"I've been married to my husband for over ten years. But today I suddenly discovered that he not only goes to brothels frequently, but also keeps several women."
"I thought he was just busy with work, running around everywhere, being tired. That's why he was rarely intimate with me... now I realize he's grown tired of my aging looks! You might mock me for saying this."
"In order to make him interested in me, I... I even went to ask people at the brothel. How to please a man. But instead of being happy, he wants a divorce..."
"..."
"Ugh. We used to be so in love, you know? He would bring me beautiful flowers every time he came back. I didn't like merchants originally, but in the end, I agreed to his pursuit. I married him. I don't know... what to do."
"..."
Inexplicably, Rose's hands moved to her chest.
But she immediately moved them away and placed them on her thighs.
"Everyone grows old. Women, men, everyone. Your sin is... it's because you are imposing the sins he committed onto yourself."
Rose thought.
Even though Silas was also a merchant. But such a thing didn't exist between them. More terrifying than growing old... she had experienced becoming a monster.
As for the concubine, the Empress. That was because he didn't know. He didn't know who she was.
"..."
The woman left sobbing.
Next, there were many followers pouring out various trivial matters. Today, Rose didn't scold anyone and remained calm throughout.
"Is the confession booth business this booming?"
"..."
Until a familiar voice sat down outside. Rose began to get nervous.
"The Noye Church is now the largest church in the Duchy of Igna, bar none."
"..."
Other people wouldn't dare to casually open the small window of the confession booth partition.
"Mr. Silas, is it resolved?"
"It should take a bit more time."
"It's okay, since Mr. Silas said he wants to handle it properly. Then I will wait here."
"..."
During the day, the front door of the confession booth was always locked.
Click.
Now, Rose had long since obtained the key. She opened the lock.
"I... well, I fell asleep after crying quite embarrassingly yesterday."
Not just that.
Being seen with the broken stone rod in the corner was also very embarrassing. Fortunately, she wasn't seen breaking the rod to gain courage while crying and masturbating to find the strength to speak.
"We didn't talk properly yesterday. Many things happened afterward... ah, did I tell Mr. Silas? Erina is the Pope now, you know?"
"She's more capable than me. Very smart. She can deal with anyone and make them listen to her."
"I wrote a long letter as soon as I woke up, planning to send it to her. She'll definitely be very happy to know Mr. Silas is here."
"..."
Last night.
When Silas came here, besides his absurd thoughts becoming reality, he held the nun who was so tired from crying that she probably didn't know what she was saying as she fell asleep. That was when the reality of it hit him bit by bit.
It was all real.
About resolving things.
The content was that Rose didn't care what Silas and the Princess did. She even felt the Princess was just an outsider with some status who accidentally stepped between her and Silas.
"Mr. Silas."
"Mmh?"
"Are you... listening?"
Rose stared directly at Silas's face and said firmly, "Let me go instead! My current status is suitable for communicating with her. I will explain everything clearly. She doesn't care about Mr. Silas that much; she hates the Church, so I'll just give her what she wants. I'll be the villain."
"..."
Silas reached out and felt the Arch-Nun's thigh wrapped in black silk through her skirt. Very soft.
"M-Mr. Silas?"
The Arch-Nun's face turned red instantly. "This is... the confession booth, there's a queue outside."
"But Rose doesn't seem to want to resist either?"
"That's... ngh."
"..."
He lifted the hem of her skirt and touched the black silk directly. Between her hot legs. Her thighs unconsciously parted.
"Rose, lie on the table."
"I can't! I'll... I'll tell the other nuns to come and take over for me first... hah..."
It was too late.
Silas's fingers were already embedded in the indentation through her panties. Unlike Elisa's, the Arch-Nun's were more... there were tiny points of hair. The harder his fingers pressed, the wider the indentation opened. It was as if her panties wanted to eat Silas's hand.
"..."
Rose tried to stop him. But her strength was too little; she couldn't stop Silas from stripping her black silk and panties off together. Sticky threads of fluid stretched.
"Now that it's like this, does the Arch-Nun still want to argue?"
"I... I didn't want to argue."
The Arch-Nun's face was completely red. "I just... want to change locations. I'll use my mouth to help you... it really won't work here, I'll definitely... be unable to hold back."
"..."
Actually.
Silas didn't have any sadistic desire to do it here. He just simply wanted to bully her a bit. Tease her.
But thinking about it, how long had the Arch-Nun been holding back?
Surely after the shyness, she would become like this—kneeling before him, her warm lips slightly parted, head tilted and eyes squinted as she licked.
"It smells so strong..."
"If it smells bad, why do you specifically bring your nose close to inhale?"
"Because... it's real."
She hadn't changed in many ways. For example, using this stuff of his to further confirm she wasn't dreaming anymore.
She swallowed and puffed very seriously. She must be very shy, but she didn't hide the way her slender fingers reached between her own legs to masturbate while performing oral. She became more and more invested.
Slurp slurp~
She even made very loud sounds.
He could hear people outside discussing why this confession was taking so long.
"Hah... Mr. Silas, don't you feel good yet?"
She didn't seem to care much either, only switching to not just swallowing the tool but also taking care of the balls.
Silas specifically told Elisa he was coming here. Actually, what he thought was that problems should be solved one by one. First, he had to clear up Rose's misunderstanding of Elisa... that wasn't just a woman who thought he looked good and had a feeling for him. Even less was she someone who would remain calm just by giving up the benefits of the power struggle between the Church and the Holy City.
It wasn't exactly a surprise, was it?
After all, he had done it with Elisa in the storage room. They had taken their clothes off; whether it was straw sticking to them or long, snow-white strands of hair... it was all normal.
"..."
Now, a broken strand of hair was stuck to the corner of Rose's mouth. At the moment, she hadn't noticed the strange sensation around her mouth.
Gulp.
He came.
Rose's mouth couldn't hold it all; she swallowed some, and some overflowed into her cupped palms.
"Such a strong smell... leave quickly. Open the back door a bit to let the smell out."
Seeing her naturally rub the mess from her palms onto the inside of her skirt, she began to tidy her hem again. She took the strand of hair from the corner of her mouth.
"...Eh?"
"White hair. Did Mr. Silas ejaculate on my hair?"
Too slow, wasn't she?
Or perhaps in this dim confession booth, she thought her hair had been stained by Silas's "Silent Night." She didn't think of anything else.
"There's no... Mr. Silas, do I look strange anywhere right now?"
"...Your face is very red."
"Ngh... doing such a thing in the confession booth... I-I couldn't help it. Let's just pretend the confession activity is still going on!"
"Rose."
"Ah, it's still hard... g-go to my room! The other nuns are all working now, no one will go back to the dormitory. And where I live is separate."
"..."
"I... I... want it too. Today... Mr. Silas doesn't have to go back so early, right? As for the groom's work, just tell the Lord there's something to help with at the convent; he won't dare to blame you. So... tonight..."
Her face was red to the tips of her ears, her hands unconsciously placed on her chest, yet her eyes didn't hide her lust at all.
"..."
Originally, even with the sense of reality, knowing the nun was the nun. Yet perhaps because of the anti-addiction mechanism, it didn't bring about much feeling.
But now, it only took her kneeling down once and showing her adoration for him once. He remembered everything again—the feeling in the game.
"Rose, I love you."
"Eeek?"
Rose visibly lowered her head, her thighs twisting bashfully. "I-I've heard too... sometimes boys want to seek excitement, intentionally doing it in a place where they know they could be found at any time... the front door of the confession booth can only be opened from the inside. The back door is locked."
"So... well..."
She still kept her head down, looking away, but her hands lifted her skirt. Revealing the inside covered only by black silk and panties.
The Arch-Nun naturally understood it as him wanting to do it here. He certainly had that kind of mood too.
"But, I feel the same about Elisa."
"...Eh?"
"She isn't someone who covets me just because she thinks I have some class and am young. The situation is complex, but to put it simply... she is the same as you to me."
"..."
The skirt the Arch-Nun had lifted fell. The black silk and panties were no longer visible, and the expression that was extremely shy just now became wooden.
She didn't understand.
She had already inquired; Silas and the Princess had only met in these past few days. They had no other interaction.
If it wasn't a fleeting romance, what was it?
"Ah, Mr. Silas... wants a concubine? That... that person is very troublesome, she's royalty. If you want me... to be a concubine, that's okay too! But, she won't accept me."
Rose had never considered that Silas would have other women. But if he were to have... well, she didn't know what to do. Although it wasn't rare for noble lords in the Middle Ages to have concubines.
She could only pretend not to care at all for now.
"Not a concubine."
"..."
Then what?
"She is my wife, just like you."
"..."
Rose seemed to suddenly understand.
Why Silas, who in her memories never showed any gentle behavior toward women he didn't care about, said it wasn't resolved yet.
So that was it.
"Mr. Silas."
"Come... put it in."
"..."
But it was strange. Before Silas's eyes, the Arch-Nun lay on the low table, her cheeks becoming a somewhat sickly flush. She spread her full thighs. Her buttocks pressed onto the tabletop, slightly deforming.
There was already heat overflowing from within.
"Rose?"
"I don't know... let's just do this first. I... want it. Is it okay?"
"Perhaps I should tell you more about Elisa..."
"No!"
"..."
"I don't want to hear it. Mr. Silas said it yourself, if I'm in pain, you'll give me the antidote..."
The Arch-Nun turned her head and closed her eyes. She had no intention of continuing the conversation.
"..."
Silas was not an indecisive person.
But facing sincere feelings, his stomach began to ache.
This was the price, wasn't it? It certainly felt refreshing to say it out loud, but how to resolve it and soothe them... could it really be like in the game where the nun's inferiority complex was cured by crazy fucking?
[Character: Sia Rose]
[Intel: Your extremely gentle lovemaking, kissing. Or serious sweet talk. When you touch her, everything is a weak point.]
Her weak points were even more abstract than the Princess's; they were everywhere.
Rip.
Silas tore the crotch of the black silk. Her panties were already soaked. The shape was clearly visible through the indentation. After pulling them aside, there were tiny, short, curly hairs. The unfurling flesh.
"..."
"Why... not coming in. It became... like this."
"A man must naturally cherish his own woman. This is actually a kind of kiss too."
Silas kissed those two flaps of flesh.
"...How can it be like this."
"..."
"Did Mr. Silas also do it so... gently to her?"
"..."
Silas didn't answer. The consequence was that as he used his tongue technique on Rose, his head was clamped by her elastic black-silk-covered thighs.
"Ugh... so mean. If Mr. Silas wants to take a concubine... I can endure it."
"But why is she a wife?"
"I am... I finally waited, finally was needed... hah..."
Her thighs clamped tighter and tighter, then relaxed completely a moment later. A lot sprayed out.
"I want... to be loved by you. Not this kind of..."
In her hazy eyes, only lust and adoration seemed to remain. She had temporarily cast everything else aside.
"..."
After entering.
Silas was almost melted. His lust soared because it was truly comfortable, and he inevitably pushed against her deepest part in one go.
What would happen next?
On Elisa's end, it wouldn't be easier than with the Arch-Nun...
"?"
Before he could react, his head was held by something and pulled close to the nun's lips. Her tongue greedily sought his.
"If we don't kiss... I'll make sounds that will be heard... hah..."
Taking a breath, the Arch-Nun closed her eyes again and passionately extended her tongue to intertwine. Her hands also tightly hugged Silas's neck.
"..."
Whatever!
Silas directly pushed up Rose's habit and grabbed the large white mounds that both hands couldn't hold. The inverted parts popped out with a gentle flick.
Anyway.
He had thought it through. It was impossible to give up either of them. Even if he acted like a beast to deceive them, it was far better than regretting it.
This was the Middle Ages; it wasn't a simulation. Why should he bother with multiple-choice questions?