[Repair failed.]
[Attempting to whitelist the bug. Repair successful.]
[...]
When Silas opened his eyes again, the sky was just beginning to brighten.
His cheek was wet, as if being licked by something soft... the brown mare that was supposed to be lying nearby?
He pushed the horse's mouth aside, wiping the grass clippings and slime from his face. He stared dazed at the text box floating before him for a good while.
Repair failed?
Then whitelisted it directly. Is this really okay?
[For your physical and mental health. Every time a game ends, you will be provided with 3 hours of deep sleep to prevent game addiction.]
But now Silas didn't know if he fell asleep with such a headache because he would have anyway, or if the game nearly crashed.
Making someone sleep randomly—what if the mare nearby took liberties with him?
No, he'd already been licked!
Silas threw a few handfuls of fodder to it. The mare stopped circling and licking him.
What a realistic horse...
But the content appearing in the text, preventing game addiction and such, was indeed somewhat useful. No matter how he recalled the erotic scenes with the Sister now—even the most sexually explosive moment so far, where she stood on her tiptoes to pull her own slit open to invite him—he felt absolutely nothing.
The regret of not being able to squeeze her tits more before exiting the game was also gone.
Impotent? Or was it because the 3-hour sleep had just ended?
[You have led Sister Rose out of the fog zone to a safe location. You helped her.]
[Nightmare-level task complete.]
The text box was still appearing; Silas put aside his confusion for now.
This counts as a nightmare?
Those little rabbits were just numerous; they'd split if you didn't decisively hack off their heads. After being chewed to death twice, he found body temperature was the key, and he solved it without much effort. Easy.
[Current simulation ended, summarizing...]
[Evaluation: You are still unmotivated and wasted too much time on beauty. However, because of this, Sister Rose's love for you has reached an exceptionally heavy level. You turned an originally pure nun into a woman who belongs only to you and is willing to work hard in erotic matters to rely on you. As a player, you are not decisive enough. You cannot be completely evil, nor completely kind. For a specific group of people, perhaps what you did was not a waste of time. It was worth it. Moreover, at the end, you were more like a true hero. But you need to place more importance on the essence of helping, rather than lusting after the body of the character being helped.]
If the evaluation removed that last sentence.
Being a hero for the sake of tits and such—Silas felt a bit embarrassed.
But if it said he was lusting after the character's body, Silas had a defense. The Sister was the one who initiated. She ate him first; isn't he allowed to eat her back?
[Your Regular and Free Simulation counts are all exhausted.]
Still no extra rewards.
[Regular Rewards: Attribute Points * 20, Skill Points * 20, Free Simulation Counts * 5]
But it seemed the Nightmare-level task itself was more generous than the previous rewards?
[You completed all tasks within one day. Obtained double special rewards.]
Eh?
[Skill * 'Swordsmanship Apprentice' has upgraded to 'Swordsmanship Expert.']
[Skill * 'Hypnosis Apprentice' has upgraded to 'Hypnosis Expert.']
[...]
Silas was stunned.
I didn't have to choose?
This trash game has gained a conscience. Sorry, I thought it was stingy for only giving an apprentice skill plus some attribute points—I'll never call it a trash game again.
Opening the panel again.
[Player: Silas]
[Titles: Scumbag (Equipped, expandable), Husband Pretending to Sleep (Equipped, expandable.)]
[Constitution: 16]
[Strength: 13]
[Agility: 8]
[Charisma: 51]
[Spirit: 26]
[Skills: Tongue Technique lv4 (Omitted, expandable), Hypnosis Expert (Omitted, expandable), Swordsmanship Expert (Omitted, expandable)]
Because he spent so much time in the game, the attribute points were more or less added. Everything else was normal.
But what the hell was the "Husband Pretending to Sleep" title?
[Husband Pretending to Sleep: When you are asleep, a character with maximum affection for you uses your belongings or your body to masturbate, and you pretend not to know more than three times.]
Oh.
It was when Sister Rose lacked security after her self-mutilation; he had walked in on her masturbating a few times and pretended he hadn't seen anything.
But this title is even more ridiculous than "Scumbag"! It strangely smells like cuckoldry.
[Effect of this title: When you are asleep, your charisma toward females will increase by an extra 10 points. The effect doubles for females who have a high opinion of you.]
An incubus, huh?
Whatever.
Anyway, it's a free reward; might as well take it.
[Hypnosis Expert: When you gaze at the target, there is a 50% chance to make them act according to your thoughts within 3 seconds. Extra passive skill: You are 100% immune to toxins and mental control skills. (Current daily uses: 1.) (Passive skill has no limit on uses, it only consumes a certain amount of physical and mental strength depending on the degree of the attack.)]
Silas was initially disappointed to see the probability still required gambling. But seeing the newly added passive, his pupils lit up.
Although it's not 100% hypnosis, being immune to all poisons is great too!
Looking at the swordsmanship.
[Swordsmanship Expert: Pick up a sword, and you ARE the sword.]
Is this piece of shit insulting me?
What does "pick it up and you ARE the sword" mean?
With the previous experience of picking up a pitchfork, this time Silas directly took the iron fork used for the noble's horse. He had a natural intuition of mastery; he easily tossed the iron fork upward, spinning it a meter or two high, and effortlessly caught the handle of the rotating fork.
If he could think of any move or stance seen in a TV show, even a high-difficulty one, he could easily perform it. But unfortunately, the sword styles in his head were probably all flashy and useless. He felt... he needed to find a swordsmanship master to learn from. He just had a feeling that as long as he saw it, he could definitely do it.
The only problem was that shortly after Silas swung the iron fork, his hand began to ache. He was a bit tired.
This time, he had to make a decision that went against his ancestors—not adding charisma... but adding constitution? He was a bit hesitant, thinking about whether to consider physical strength at this stage or to first attract a wealthy lady to let himself rise in status.
Skill points seemingly could only be used on skills obtained in the game... wasting them on tongue technique again was useless. Level 4 was already enough to make Sister Rose experience ups and downs. Better to wait for a "planting" skill to max out.
[To prevent game addiction and ensure you have enough time to familiarize yourself with the rewards obtained, you will be unable to start a simulation again for 72 hours.]
Even if he could, Silas couldn't play.
The sky would be fully bright soon; he had to finish his work as a groom.
Wait a second.
Silas, who had been engrossed in receiving rewards, suddenly remembered something.
He hurriedly pulled open his pants.
He tried hard to recall in his mind... the hardened nipples pressed into the Sister's breast flesh, her plump thighs with the indentations from the stockings. From tit-job to foot-job, and then entering inside... he thought of everything.
"..."
He couldn't get it up. All the erotic images couldn't transmit to the nerves connected to his spine.
Damn it, could the bug the trash game whitelisted be that the player is impotent?!
=
If a man can't get it up, no matter how many attributes are added or how strong he becomes, what's the point?!
Silas panicked. He prepared to use his hands to seek the truth.
"You... what are you doing?"
"..."
Perhaps because he was too focused, Silas failed to notice someone coming.
It was a woman who looked like she was cosplaying, with snow-white long hair tied in a ponytail. There was a sparkling circlet on her forehead, and she stared at Silas with pursed lips. White dress, with interlaced lace on the chest that couldn't hide the pert curves. Seemed about the same as the Sister? Maybe even a bit larger?
More importantly, through her legs, Silas further confirmed... upper-class society had something similar to white silk stockings. Those long boots extending upward, with the thighs between the hem of the skirt and the boots wrapped in white silk, proved exactly that. The craftsmanship seemed much more advanced than the ones Fiona gave him in the game; the material definitely wasn't modern, but something better... slightly shimmering.
She must have natural snow-white long hair, beautiful eyes, and fair, translucent skin. No matter how you looked at it, she couldn't be a commoner.
"Sorry, my pants were just snagged."
Fortunately, before she looked over, Silas hadn't actually started "guiding" himself. He naturally moved his hand from the fly of his pants.
"My horse—I heard you're the one looking after it."
The woman looked at the brown mare beside Silas.
"Yes."
This was Silas's first time talking to someone who appeared to be a noble. He stood up, lowering his head while still sizing her up.
"I'm going to take it out for a ride. Lead it out and have it ready for me."
The woman's tone was somewhat cold.
"Uh... Miss, I've been ordered to deliver a statue to the convent later."
"..."
She immediately knitted her brows, staring at Silas wordlessly.
Charisma is completely useless on her?
This looked like quite a powerful noble lady, but also a quite difficult one.
[Charisma: 51 + 20]
Silas didn't want to offend a noble and get a whipping before he had even become strong.
"Miss, I don't mean to ruin your mood. I can introduce my colleague to provide service for you; my colleague is also a very excellent groom."
"No need. Going to the convent won't take long, will it? I planned to come after lunch anyway; wait for me here after you finish the delivery. Your colleagues are all too ugly."
"..."
Holy shit.
Dammit, so this woman isn't unaffected by charisma. She's the type where the effect is outstanding? She only wants me?
Then adding 20 more points—won't I be unable to shake her off at all, destined to come back and continue being a beast of burden after the delivery?
The woman left.
Not long after, the yawning groom uncle came to take over the shift.
"...?"
The uncle stared at Silas in bewilderment for a while. "How did you... become so pleasing to the eye?"
"..."
So he thought I wasn't pleasing to the eye before?
"Excuse me, who was that lady just now?"
Silas asked.
"Not sure, only heard she's a distinguished guest that even the Lord has to personally greet with a smile. This brown mare is the one that lady is boarding here. Did you offend her just now?"
"No."
Just that I was a hair's breadth away from being caught by her while working my iron.
"That's good. If you're too conceited and offend a guest like that, all of us will suffer with you. Though you're a smooth-talker, work hard."
"..."
It seemed charisma was very useful.
But can that woman just now become his goal for climbing up?
Thinking of the absolute territory wrapped in white silk between her skirt hem and boots, Silas's lower abdomen gradually felt a heat flow. Recalling the scene of the Sister's panting tit-job, he had a reaction. Fully erect.
Is it the game's anti-addiction protection mechanism?
It was quite good; being too attached to the beauty in the game wasn't a good thing. As long as it wasn't broken.
Silas left the stable.
He first went to the side room to grab two pieces of black bread, then went to the gate of the Lord's manor.
The carriage was already prepared. Pulled by two horses, with two sections to the carriage; otherwise, the statue wouldn't fit.
The statues were of a man and a woman. The man wore a helmet and held a gold-inlaid longsword. His body was adorned with sparkling gems everywhere. Who the fuck is this? So grand even in death.
The clothes and armor were actually real and could be removed. Little head... heh, not as good as mine. He felt that part was a bit different... like someone had taken it off to use.
As for the female statue on the other side, it was equally majestic. Dressed in gold and silver. But Silas only noticed the chest; the Holy Maiden's chest is this big... this perky? It was a pity the female statue's clothes couldn't be removed.
"...Did you eat the bread I gave you last night?"
The maid had approached at some point, helping to confirm if there were any omissions.
"I ate it. Honestly, it was a big help; I was really hungry last night."
"...Is that so?"
The maid paused, her expression somewhat dim.
"?"
Was there something wrong with thanking her? Why would she show such a strange expression?
"You're the youngest groom here. Just think of it as your big sister looking after you. Here, take these to eat."
And the maid gave all three pieces of bread from her breakfast to Silas in one go. Each one was stuffed with a note.
She didn't believe it! She wouldn't fail to be noticed this time!
She hadn't planned to do this, but glancing at Silas inadvertently, she felt... this young groom had become even more handsome. He would definitely have great compatibility with her body.
"Whatever you do, don't say the wrong thing at the convent. Especially, don't just touch the statues. Men are not allowed to touch them at the convent, especially the Holy Maiden's statue; they will load and unload the statues themselves."
The maid watched Silas disappear from her sight while driving the carriage.
There was a bit of wetness between her legs. She was hungry too.
Now she had no interest in fumbling with her husband's little thing at all; what was there to be sorry about? Her heart still loved her husband. She wasn't cheating.
"..."
This time, Silas did find the note inside.
But it was contaminated by the bread, with only a few scrawled English words remaining... he didn't know what they were.
So it wasn't filling, but using parchment as meat filling?
Whatever. Finish the work at the convent first, and come back to see what that noble lady really wants. If charisma is truly outstanding on her, so what if I use the "underdog rising" approach! His name has "Silas" in it, maybe this is fate!