"Pah."
Silas spat out the straw he'd been chewing on.
In the next stall, a horse shifted restlessly, and the stench of manure grew thicker. He tossed a few handfuls of fodder into its trough to quiet it down.
He flopped back onto the hay pile, staring at the mottled ceiling of the stable. He reached out and absentmindedly patted the rump of the brown mare sleeping beside him.
"Fuck!"
After a long silence, he finally cursed out loud.
In every other simulation, people just died and came back as standard walking dead. Maybe they were a bit stronger, but they were still human-shaped.
But that nun? What the hell was that?
Those two glorious, heavy tits of hers... how could they split open like that?!
[You may use a charge to load from the current plot point or restart the simulation.]
[Remaining Simulations: 4 (Refreshes 6 times daily, or purchase for 1,000 Silver)]
[Current Funds: 0 Gold, 0 Silver, 121 Copper]
[Current Mission: The townspeople are becoming stranger. Try to find clues!]
[Restart / Load?]
Silas opened his status panel.
[Player: Silas]
[Title: Scum (You have no conscience, but you act with extreme decisiveness)]
[Constitution: 6 + 1]
[Strength: 7]
[Agility: 7]
[Charisma: 3]
[Spirit: 8 + 2]
[Skills: None]
His Spirit had increased by 2 points, likely a reward for surviving—well, witnessing—the nun's eldritch horror. His Skill list was still empty. Did he need to actually finish the quest to get one?
The night was deep. Aside from the horse's chewing, the stable was silent.
He had four tries left. If he restarted, his identity would likely change again. But no matter what, he had to see the nun to trigger the questline and get those high-tier rewards.
"Hooo..."
Silas took a deep breath. He couldn't quit just because he was a little spooked. Morning was still a long way off.
[You chose to Load.]
[You arrived at the perimeter of the convent... you heard voices—the nun seemed to be talking to some children.]
[The nun appears to be normal. You decide to...]
[IMPORTANT CHOICE TRIGGERED]
[Option 1: Leave immediately. You cannot be distracted by lust again!]
[Option 2: Push the door open. You're here for the nun!]
Silas paused. He had a thought. What if he just left her alone? What if he stayed away until she was forced to come out and seek help?
[You chose to leave. You adopted a 'Stalling Tactic' regarding the nun.]
[You returned to the noblewoman's house. She had already turned—a walking corpse with no breath but a lingering warmth. When you were tired, you fucked her; when you weren't, you practiced your swordsmanship.]
[You might now be able to beat a common bandit.]
[...]
[Day 10: You encountered the woman who killed you in the first simulation. This time you were prepared. You used a gag and leather restraints to subdue her.]
[...]
[Day 30: You left the town. You found the surrounding villages and the nearest city were just as strange. No living souls remained.]
[You found the mother and daughter from before. You weren't originally interested, but you were bored. You restrained them and used them as you pleased once more.]
[...]
[Day 35: After searching for clues to no avail, you decided to return to the town. You wanted to see if the nun had finally realized the truth.]
[Nightfall: You approached the convent.]
[You didn't make contact, but you saw a faint light inside the dilapidated building. They were still alive.]
[You considered driving a horde of zombies toward the convent to play the 'Hero,' but decided it was too risky. You went back to your noblewoman and passed the time drawing 'lewd marks' on her pale breasts.]
[...]
Silas couldn't be sure if Rose knew something was wrong. If she just looked out a second-story window, she'd see the lack of lights in town. He only knew she hadn't left. If she did, the zombies would have swarmed her.
He wanted to ask her, but he didn't want to be physically crushed to death by her rib-mouth. It was a stalemate.
Fine. He'd wait her out. He could find food and wine anywhere; the whole town was his playground. The convent wouldn't have enough supplies forever.
[Day 40.]
[You woke up surrounded by the noblewoman and several other girls—a sea of soft breasts, plump rumps, and pale thighs. As usual, you did whatever you wanted before heading out.]
[You found the streets covered in blood. The wandering zombies had vanished, replaced by scattered limbs and shredded meat.]
Wait, what?
[Terrified, you searched for clues. Following a fresh trail of blood, you found Sister Rose in a mansion. She was barefoot, her clothes drenched in gore.]
[She was cradling the mangled, twisted body of a small girl—her sister. She didn't look sane. You decide to...]
[IMPORTANT CHOICE TRIGGERED]
[Option 1: Ask the Sister how she's been lately.]
[Option 2: Tell her she only has you left. If she becomes your 'toy,' you can resurrect her sister.]
Silas stared at the choices. Both looked like a one-way ticket to a grave.
[You chose Option 1.]
As he confirmed, Silas's consciousness shifted into the body. The smell of copper and rot was overwhelming.
Rose sat in a pool of blood, her back to him, motionless. Silas felt his skin crawl. This was like the opening of a horror movie—the moment she turned around, it would be a jump-scare.
"Sister Rose," Silas said, stepping forward and placing a hand on her trembling shoulder. "How... how have you been lately?"
Rose turned her head slowly. Silas's heart hammered in his chest. Dammit, I shouldn't have picked Option 1. Her sister is dead, and I ask her how her day was? I'm literally asking for it!
"What... what are you saying?"
Her face wasn't a monster's face. It was just a young woman's face, covered in dirt and blood, streaked with tears.
Silas looked down at what she was holding and choked. It wasn't one girl; it was two. The corpses of her sisters had been crushed together into a single, unrecognizable mass of flesh.
Even though he could see a vast amount of milky-white cleavage through her torn habit, he felt nothing. Who could get a hard-on in a room full of blood and child-meat?
"The people in town... they went crazy. Countess Osmond... she broke in. She did this to my sisters... please, I beg you... save Elina and Lia..."
Contrary to Silas's expectations, Rose grabbed his pant leg, sobbing and begging. She was looking at him like he was her last hope.
"You... you're Mr. Silas. You're a merchant, you've traveled everywhere. You must know medicine... you can save them, right?!"
Back at the convent.
Silas's mind was a mess. He had actually tried to perform CPR and mouth-to-mouth on the mangled corpses of the two little girls. But dead was dead. The game didn't allow for miracles.
However...
"Thank you... oh, thank God. Elina is alive. Thank you!"
Rose looked at the corpse in the confessional and burst into tears of joy.
"No, wait, Sister—"
Silas wanted to tell her they were still dead.
"I'm so sorry! I was so arrogant... I kept calling you scum in my heart. I'm so sorry!"
Silas thought, You didn't really need to say that part out loud, did you?
"I'll do anything! I'll be a fallen nun, I'll be your pet... anything! Just please, save Lia too! Let her grow up healthy with her sister. I beg you..."
To achieve her delusion, Rose had washed herself. She knelt before him, naked and weeping, her spirit completely broken. Silas realized she had snapped.
He began to think. Maybe Option 2—lying to her—was the only way to survive. If he told her the truth now, she'd probably go berserk and eat him.
He stared at her chest. There was a faint red line between her breasts—the seam where the mouth would open. His gaze drifted.
Gulp.
He couldn't help it. He didn't expect the Sister to have such... sensitive, protruding nipples.
Her clean body glowed a warm amber under the flickering candles of the cathedral. Because of her sobbing, her heavy, milk-white breasts shivered and bounced with every breath. Her sisters' bodies were hidden behind the closed door of the confessional.
"Thank you..."
When Silas finally placed his hand over the curve of her breast, Rose didn't pull away. She pressed his hand harder against her skin, weeping. "Lia... always said she wanted to be a knight..."
Despite his fear, Silas's body responded. He grew hard against his trousers as he kneaded her soft flesh.
"I'll save Lia," Silas lied, his heart racing.
Is this right? To keep her in this delusion? To train her while she's broken?
I have to. If I don't, the moment she wakes up, I'm dead.
Ten minutes later.
Silas had his cock wedged deep into Rose's cleavage. The valley between her massive tits was so deep that his length was almost entirely buried. The pressure of her breasts against his shaft was incredible.
"Sister Rose... can you press them together like this?" Silas asked, his voice thick with lust.
"Like this?" Rose asked, her face still streaked with drying tears as she used her hands to squeeze her breasts together, trapping his cock in a tight, meaty vice.
Silas began to thrust. The friction against her soft skin and the deep crevice grew slick with her sweat and his own pre-cum.
Splurt.
He couldn't hold back. He came hard, the white fluid spraying across Rose's chin and the corners of her mouth.
"Elina... is she alive now too?" Rose asked, ignoring the mess on her face. She looked at him with desperate, wide eyes.
"Ah... yes," Silas panted. His seed was smeared across her neck and belly. That red line on her chest was still there, but now it was covered in his thick, white cum.
"They were hurt so badly... Mr. Silas... you'll make them healthy again, right?"
"Mmhmm," Silas grunted, kneading her pale, perky butt cheeks. He spread her legs to look at her—it was a beautiful, tight, pink mound.
He needed to survive long enough to figure out how to break the reality to her—or just keep her tied up so she couldn't fight back.
But then...
"I... I remember now."
Rose's hand suddenly clamped onto Silas's arm like a steel vice. Her sobbing stopped.
"Countess Osmond broke in... she wanted to eat my sisters... I killed her."
"But after I killed her... I couldn't stop. I... I threw Elina against the wall. There was so much blood... Lia was scared. I wanted to comfort her. I wanted to say... it wasn't me..."
"It wasn't me... how could I... kill my sisters?"
The line on her chest began to split.
"Sister, calm down! When I found you, you were already holding them!" Silas tried to save the situation.
I knew it! You can't just 'train' your way out of this! Fucking hell!
"It was you! You killed my sisters! You wanted to possess me, so you killed them!" Rose's face twisted into a nightmare. Her mouth split wide across her chest. "Go to hell! DIE!"