The Convent.
Silas was covered in sweat. There was a place to bathe here. Originally, he planned to wash up quickly alone and head back.
"..."
"The other sisters are still very busy; no one is paying attention."
But Rose came in again.
Massive white tits pressed against Silas's back, with cherries fully engorged.
It was only because Silas's constitution was superhuman; otherwise, he would have fallen asleep long ago.
"Rose. You should rest."
"Must you be so firm, Mr. Silas? Whether I'm tired or not... only I know."
"..."
Mentally, the Arch-Nun's interest hadn't diminished in the slightest.
But her "part" was already swollen.
"Mr. Silas doesn't owe me anything. I said it... if I'm sleepy, I'll sleep here."
"..."
They did it once in the bathroom.
Returning to the room, they continued twice more.
"Hah..."
Now, the Arch-Nun's lips were slightly parted; she was truly exhausted.
"Fiona went to another country later. I don't know where she went to be a knight."
"She said she wanted to leave the family and make a name for herself on her own."
"..."
She continued to talk about what happened after Silas "died."
How Leah became a merchant, and how Erina won people's hearts after becoming the Pope. The Arch-Nun had personally taken down figures from the Church of Rome.
By the end.
Her eyes were so tired she could barely keep them open.
"Mmh..."
"Mr. Silas, if you don't want to stay the night... wait until I fall asleep before you leave."
"..."
"I haven't slept like this for a long, long time."
"..."
Silas stared at the mottled ceiling. Neat wooden boards were joined together, with stones sandwiched in between.
If he really wanted to go back, he would have left long ago.
"Hah... Mr. Silas is a monster."
"I can still... ngh..."
"..."
He didn't have any other intention when he thrust inside.
The Arch-Nun needed the "antidote," so he gave it. That sentence was still valid now.
"Mr. Silas... in my mouth, okay?"
"..."
Silas didn't refuse and pulled out. He placed it at her mouth.
He witnessed those slightly flushed lips open, licking gently. Sucking every last drop inside and swallowing.
"It tastes so bad..."
While saying this, she smiled. The "bad taste" was proof that everything happening to her was real.
"..."
Silas remembered what happened in the game.
At that time, he planned to go out for a quest. But the Arch-Nun clearly didn't want to listen or bring it up. She also used erotic things to change the subject.
It was the same now.
So, he didn't bring up Elisa's matter again.
After finishing, he just held Rose normally. Quietly waiting for her breathing to become steady.
It had long been dark.
Silas crawled out of bed and tucked the pillow and quilt into Rose's arms.
"..."
Next was the real trouble.
He told Elisa he was coming to the convent to discuss something, but what kind of discussion lasts from noon till late at night? It was nearly dawn.
Due to the timing, Silas didn't take the front door; he slipped out the back door. Avoiding the eyes of all the nuns.
Though, he didn't encounter any nuns anyway.
Were they all at evening prayer?
Forget it, instead of thinking about that, he should think about how to confess to the Princess.
Should he say:
"Yes, actually the Arch-Nun was before you. I've filled her inside countless times already."
Silas just ran the sentence through his mind.
If he said that during a footjob from Elisa, his dick would probably be stepped on and snapped.
His stomach began to ache.
In the historical dramas he watched in his past life, men with many wives only worried about property division. Why did it have to be so nerve-wracking for him?
Silas first went back to the stables.
He saw the busy Count, who seemed to be enthusiastically feeding the horses with fodder.
"..."
"Lord Count, what are you doing?"
"...Feeding the horses."
Flores got angry just seeing Silas. But he had to force a smile. "Highness Elisa believes a noble who cannot empathize with his subordinates is not a good noble. For the next few days, you don't need to report to the stables. Go take good care of the guest."
Just wait.
Once that Highness gets bored and wants to return to the Holy City... he'd make this little groom look after three pastures alone.
Heh.
He didn't dare think this way before, but today Highness Elisa seemed very unhappy. Silas was too young, thinking he could go to the convent and avoid offending either side. He was following in the Count's footsteps.
"..."
Silas didn't think too much.
Cut the knot.
Just do it.
But when he reached Elisa's room, Silas immediately noticed the oil lamp had long been blown out. Was she sleeping?
"..."
He knocked, but there was no response.
[Skill: X-Ray Master activated]
He could see Elisa wasn't sleeping. She was sitting dazed on the bed; she glanced toward the door when she heard the knock. But she had no intention of opening it.
"..."
Silas pushed harder.
The door wasn't bolted; it opened easily.
Click.
He closed the door again. But Elisa still didn't move.
Gradually.
Silas remembered something. A succubus has an incredibly keen sense of smell. He had considered using floral scents to cover up while bathing.
This wooden expression... it could only be...
"You. Breaking into my room... if you're caught, you'll go to the guillotine."
She finally spoke, but her tone had none of her previous shyness or softness. It had turned cold.
"...Is that so?"
"..."
"Elisa, the reason I went to the convent was..."
"If you speak now, I will send you to the guillotine immediately."
"The Arch-Nun is the same as you to me."
"I said! If you say it now... I will personally drag you to be beheaded!"
"..."
Silas also sat on the bed. He reached out.
Clearly, Elisa didn't want to be touched by Silas.
"Don't touch me with the hand that touched her!!!"
"..."
His hand was swatted away. Silas didn't say anything more.
He silently left the room.
About half an hour passed before Elisa finally couldn't hold it back; large tears flowed uncontrollably.
What was this?
Enduring for so many years. Burning the wedding dress and the tuxedo, carefully keeping the ring. In the end, he just wanted to tell her it was because he had a new or old flame...
Click.
The door opened again.
"Elisa."
Silas was back. He hadn't left at all; he had just gathered his thoughts at the door.
"You bastard! I said I didn't want to see you!!!"
"If you want to do it with that nun in the convent, go!!!"
"..."
No matter how violently Elisa resisted, both her hands were eventually pinned down by Silas.
Her lips were taken.
She chose to bite Silas's lower lip until it bled. Fresh blood mixed into her mouth. Feeling that warm current, that sweet blood, Elisa's resistance became less violent.
"The nun and I..."
"Who is the wife? Just say it yourself now—she isn't. You were just seduced by her..."
"..."
"I wasn't seduced."
"Then I don't want you anymore... go to the convent!!! Go now!"
"Michelle, everything... I remember it all."
"..."
Elisa's tear-stained face froze. "And then? If you know everything... why didn't you tell me before? If you knew everything! How could you do... do you know... hah..."
She could barely breathe.
She gritted her teeth.
"Do you know how I survived? That was a wedding the whole Holy City was watching, and you left me there..."
"Ugh, I never allowed myself to think you left me because you liked someone else."
"So many times I wanted to stop remembering you. I went and burned the dress and the tuxedo... but then I went digging through the trash to find them..."
"..."
"Tell me!"
"Running off to the convent with a nun. Making me look like a fool... me, who was looking forward to returning with you... what am I?!"
"Hah... since you, ugh, know... why did you... hah, I... I can't take it..."
Her face was contorted. She couldn't forget hearing and imagining the bodies tangled together at the convent.
"..."
Unable to resist, she was pulled into Silas's embrace.
Elisa wanted to go back.
Back to the Holy City. She didn't want to stay here anymore. But could she escape like this? Even if he really had something with the nun. If she didn't think about the nun, then everything she discovered now was good news—he lied to her again; he actually remembered. She should be happy.
"...Michelle?"
"..."
Elisa reached out and grabbed the place on Silas that hadn't reacted much.
"So forceful, pinning me to the bed... why don't you keep going?"
"Because about the Arch-Nun..."
"..."
"You... you like feet, right? I'll give them to you."
Her thighs in white silk rubbed against Silas through his pants. Perhaps feeling it wasn't enough, she pulled Silas's pants down. Pressing directly against him.
"..."
Silas didn't move.
But he couldn't help but think of the Arch-Nun. Why the fuck does this feel like reloading a save file?
Rose also didn't want to listen, using sex to escape. Now the Princess was doing the same.
"If you want to come... do it on my thighs. This is just because I want you to feel good... if you remember, you should know."
"..."
"..."
A brief silence filled the room.
"Are you... going to come?"
"..."
Close enough. Silas still intended to explain things properly.
"Then..."
Elisa's small hands jerked him, aiming Silas's tool at her white-silk thighs. It was quickly covered in sticky fluid.
"Hah..."
She didn't stop at all. She took him in her mouth. Licking.
Until Silas got hard again.
She actively tore the stockings at her crotch, which wasn't very wet yet. Just like that. Slowly, Silas could feel her slit becoming wet.
"Will you... fulfill the wedding that was never finished with me?"
"...I will."
"Then... that's enough. Alright, thrust... thrust inside. This time, I'm on top."
"...Michelle, I should probably go to the convent again tomorrow."
"...So hard. Hah... want to see my tits?"
Elisa ignored the topic Silas threw out entirely, unbuttoning her clothes on her own.
Squish, squish.
Her snow-white buttocks swayed with her skirt, pressing against Silas's hip bone. He could see her leaning down, offering her breasts to his mouth.
"..."
Silas sucked on the engorged cherries while his hand kneaded her white-silk-covered buttocks.
He had a huge question.
Did he succeed or fail? He had been blunt with both of them without hiding anything, but how come... they both chose to pretend they didn't hear it?
The cooldown for the mini-game "Love and Trial" would refresh tomorrow.
Fine.
He had no mental energy to think about it for now.
Wasn't this just testing an official's constitution with an ass? Which official couldn't handle such a test?
If he wanted a harem and couldn't even manage this small thing, he was a total waste.
"Hah... ugh..."
"Don't just suck the left one... the right one too... ugh!"
"..."
"Can you... still go?"
"..."
Something was wrong.
Elisa was already exhausted, but she chose to extend her sticky toes to continue serving him.
Could it be she wanted to... drain him dry so he couldn't go to the convent? She was also escaping.
"Truly, can't you get hard at all anymore?"
"Ngh... it'll still get hard. I'll... lick it for you. Mmh... paizuri, you like that too... I'll give it to you."
"..."
This was bad.
There was a downside to Silas's good constitution. Being clamped by white-silk feet, he couldn't hide the fact that he still had energy left.
"Am I not good enough?"
"A hundred years have passed... I still like you. Waiting for you to come back and marry me."
"..."
The Arch-Nun swallowed it to prove that even if it tasted bad, she was willing.
While on Elisa—her white silk, cleavage, and the corners of her mouth were covered in a layer, but not a drop went inside. The place in her belly meant for "Silent Night" was empty. It was proof that no matter how hungry her belly was, doing this was purely to make him feel good.
"Let her... be a concubine. Let it be. I am the Empress... I am very magnanimous. For now, don't talk about her. Even if you must see her, don't let me find out so easily. I don't want to... clearly be this happy, yet unable to stop wanting to cry."
The Princess beside him murmured and fell asleep, her hand still grasping his limp tool with weak force.
"..."
Silas was truly drained now.
His conscience really started to ache. But there was no helping it. Who knew that quitting the game would make the Princess and the Arch-Nun wait for a century?
But he wouldn't argue that he was innocent.
Among the three, someone had to be the villain. Silas didn't want to be a "white lotus" who wanted it all; being the "scumbag" the title mentioned and having them both was worth it.
Today she's a concubine; the day after tomorrow he'd find a way to make Elisa admit the Arch-Nun is also a wife, and they'd all sleep in one big bed!
So, tomorrow when facing the Arch-Nun, if he couldn't provide the "antidote"...
He'd just have to see the dozens of skill points he hadn't used and his Lv4 God's Tongue and work some magic.
Dammit. Silas never dreamed there would be a day he'd have to use that thing on the Arch-Nun. Talk about a "trashy game" throwing a boomerang.