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In the stables.
Silas spat. As if he had a choice.
[You chose Regular Simulation]
[Yesterday, you sensed Elisa's fundamental lack of security and proactively touched her. Your relationship has perhaps grown closer.]
[However, because your body was covered in bandages, you didn't seize the moment to go further. Elisa fled.]
[After cooling down, you felt that killing the Archbishop might not be enough; you need to give her a more concrete status in the Holy City.]
[You listened to Leitman's report.]
[You learned that because of your courage and your disregard for your own life, you have earned the love of the nobles and commoners.]
[Compared to the young Princess Elisa, the people seem to respect and trust you more.]
[Leitman tells you that some bold merchants have manufactured "Gut-Ripper" accessories to sell, claiming they ward off evil. Wooden plaques of the "Gut-Ripping Knight" made in your image are being hotly pursued. A palm-sized charm costs less than 10 copper coins to make, but the selling price is skyrocketing; today, Plaque No. 1 sold for 50 gold coins.]
If you're going to sell them, at least sell them with Elisa's!
At this rate, won't I be the one crowned King?
[He has already dragged those despicable speculators to the market and executed them. However, he feels that amidst the current panic, distributing wooden plaques with your image could indeed calm the people. It could also be used to raise funds for rebuilding the destroyed estates and winning over hearts.]
[Leitman also tells you that the Archbishop's corpse is still being kept; he feels it would be a waste just to burn it. If you lead the way and let everyone who was traumatized by the Church desecrate the body, it might raise the city's morale to unprecedented levels.]
That's true.
It's the Middle Ages, after all. Washing away the fear of gods and ghosts through physical means is much faster than verbal brainwashing.
[Additionally, during his time with the Archbishop, Leitman heard that the Church plans to conquer the Holy City within a month. He doesn't know the specific plan but hopes to prepare early. He hopes you will allow him to lead a team out to investigate.]
Mmh.
The Archbishop is dead.
But there are old monsters behind him. Like a real Pope or something?
I don't know. Preparing early is right, but I shouldn't be the one appearing in public.
[You didn't answer immediately. You chose to wait for Elisa to return from hanging the laundry.]
[She seemed to wait intentionally for you and Leitman to finish talking before coming in.]
[She didn't ask what you talked about; she just helped you unwrap your bandages and took out the takeout meal.]
[...]
[You aren't hungry, and your wounds have long since healed. Elisa is facing away from you.]
[You decided to...]
[Important Choice Triggered]
[Option 1: Hug her from behind and harass her.]
[Option 2: Hug her from behind and start teaching her what to do now.]
If I appear in public now to desecrate the Archbishop's body, there really will be nothing left for Elisa.
Never mind outshining the master.
Elisa currently only has a title. Thinking carefully, Silas felt his relationship with Elisa was becoming like a warlord "holding the Emperor to command the lords."
Fuck.
I didn't think I'd face this kind of problem after the Archbishop.
How can these people in the Holy City not get my point?
"..."
Silas stopped thinking for a moment.
Making the people recognize Elisa won't happen in a day or with one event. It requires accumulation. Anyway, with me here, she will definitely ascend the throne.
But now, the important thing is: the live choice is here!
[You chose Option 1]
Screw it. He wanted to sexually harass the Princess's ass. No bandages today. His "son" wouldn't be restricted.
"Eeek?!"
The moment she was hugged from behind, Elisa's body trembled.
She immediately knew it was Silas.
"You... what are you doing?"
"Doing what we didn't finish yesterday."
Silas was reckless, his hand lightly caressing Elisa's stomach under her clothes.
This girl must be starving. She hadn't eaten for days. Just being near her made her breathing erratic.
"I... my kiss yesterday was just a reward. Now... hah-uuh!"
"..."
Silas's hand had already slipped under her hem, touching her petite navel. It was very smooth.
"...D-don't go too far. Mmh... d-don't go higher."
As her "white rabbits" were captured, Elisa easily felt Silas's hard object poking against her buttocks wrapped in her skirt. She could feel the heat even through the fabric.
"!"
Her hand was suddenly grabbed and moved to the hardened place behind her.
"Elisa, help me with your hand. It might be because you gave me too much blood. I feel very uncomfortable."
"..."
Her face was completely red, her mouth opening and closing. "H-How could I give you something like..."
"..."
"Does it... really hurt?"
Feeling the heat in her palm, she asked cautiously. She immediately sensed the object in her hand throb, as if responding for him.
"J-Just this once!"
She didn't turn around; she stayed with her back to Silas. She stroked him nervously.
Elisa had no idea that using her hand alone was just average, but gripping it while it was pressed against her pert buttocks was a completely different story.
Gulp...
Smelling the lush scent in the air, Elisa swallowed hard.
"Does the Princess want to lick it after all? I don't mind."
"I do not!"
Having her thoughts exposed, the Princess was embarrassed and annoyed to the extreme.
"..."
"If... um, I really licked it for you. As a reward..."
"I have no objections."
Silas answered instantly. His "son" also jumped, reiterating the point.
"...Forget it."
Elisa looked away, her face red all the way to her ears. Her pupils glowed red.
"?"
Do we have to play like this?
"There's no way I'd say I'd lick you right now! What is your head full of?! If—if anything, it would be a kiss..."
Despite saying that, Elisa, who had turned around, couldn't take her eyes off Silas's lower half.
"You asked for this! You've been resting for days and still have the energy to bully people. Then... I'll eat a little too..."
"..."
She knelt before Silas, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, her moist lips slightly parted.
"Why is it so big... mmh, I can't even swallow it all."
Pitiful.
Elisa had no idea that the reason it grew larger as she swallowed was because Silas was taking in every detail of her embarrassed, murmuring face.
Since it's already like this, there's no point in playing pretend?
Glug, glug.
She was now capable of making these decadent sounds. She didn't care.
But as soon as she thought... sooner or later, she'd have to do this for Silas without hypnosis... her thighs instinctively pressed together, and she felt stranger and stranger.
"Really now."
"How am I supposed to say it... about licking and all. I-I am royalty, after all."
"If it were at night... maybe I'd agree. Mmh, shooting it here seems like it would be more filling than eating it in my mouth... mmh... Y-you, lie down for me. I'll sit on you..."
"..."
Silas was actually looking forward to the Princess's next performance.
But he couldn't hold back anymore. Not because the oral service was so good, but because this little chef's monologue was too erotic.
"Ah!"
"You—how could you just... without an order! It's all wasted!"
"What should I do, I finally had a chance for a meal..."
"..."
He saw her pick up a rag to wipe Silas clean. Then she turned to wipe the floor.
"You looked like you were in good shape just now, but you probably shouldn't do it too many times..."
She seemed to intend to lick the dirty rag.
"Eh? Hard again? I didn't give an order! This..."
"L-Licking it one more time should be... fine. At most, I'll take care of you for a few more days."
"..."
Silas used X-Ray vision.
He could easily see through her clothes to the cherries already standing tall inside the Princess's underwear.
The gap between her thighs was already wet. Her panties were soaked.
Slurp, slurp.
Elisa didn't miss a drop. She spat into her palm, glanced at the unresponsive Silas, and, with a flushed face, stuffed her hand under her skirt. She used her index finger to push it in bit by bit.
"..."
After wiping the floor, she tried her best not to lick the rag. She put Silas back in his original position, and she leaned over the table again, reaching back to grip Silas's erect member.
"P-Push it in..."
"..."
"Eh? You—why are you on top of me? I told you to lie down, get off quickly, I order you..."
Elisa, already half-full, had a racing heart.
"..."
Silas didn't want to play the "sleeping" game anymore. He roughly spread her long, slender legs. Her pure parts were exposed before his eyes, with sticky threads already dripping down.
"...Ugh."
She made a small protest, her thighs instinctively closing. But she gave up a moment later.
She closed her eyes, nervously using her hand to barely cover her honey pot.
"An order in the heart counts too... mmh."
"I-I've never given this kind of reward before... but I'm royalty, I'm naturally talented at everything. Just consider this training for giving you rewards later, getting used to... being... pushed in by you."
"..."
Ah?
Is she so addicted to the hypnosis play she can't get out?
Wait, she's willing to let me "push in," but still won't openly admit she likes me?
Tsundere brat, huh?
Silas moved her hand away and entered the narrow passage without hesitation.
"So full..."
Elisa gritted her teeth and looked away, then couldn't help but peek.
Perhaps thinking Silas was still "hypnotized," she grew bold and stared fixedly. In and out.
"What should I do... the first time was given during hypnosis. Then later... how will I ever be able to say it out loud?"
"..."
Worried I'll misunderstand?
"Hah... it got bigger again."
"..."
Silas was the one who felt he could barely endure.
If the Nun's honey pot was an extreme heat that melted him, the Princess's was a powerful suction. It was like she was constantly urging Silas to cum quickly.
"I didn't order you to come out or stay in..."
"If it feels good, if you want to cum... then..."
"Mmh."
"..."
He gave it to her.
"I-I didn't tell you to be so sudden! Idiot... i-is it still okay?"
"..."
Squeltch, squeltch.
Silas didn't care about playing the hypnotized role at all.
If he wanted to suck her "white rabbits," he sucked. If he wanted to pump faster, he did.
Her cherries were heavily engorged with blood, and even some small veins on the white mounds around them began to surface.
"E-Even if you lick like that, there won't be breast milk... O-okay now?"
"Even though I ordered you to do whatever you want to me, but... i-it's time to... kiss me... come, kiss my lips..."
"..."
Silas gave up.
How the hell does this work? She doesn't realize at all that the hypnosis didn't work.
At the beginning, her "vessel" absorbed everything he shot inside. But now it seemed saturated, beginning to overflow from her honey pot.
"Not satisfied yet?"
"I'm full."
"..."
Not just full. Her honey pot had begun to swell from the prolonged intercourse. Perhaps feeling pain, her eyes filled with a few crystalline tears.
"O-one last time, come in. Your body just recovered, too much is bad."
But she chose to grip Silas's member and stuff it back in.
"After you cum inside, just lie on me and rest for a while... okay?"
"..."
Silas really couldn't hold back. If she didn't talk, he could be gentler.
But as soon as she opened her mouth, it was too erotic.
"..."
After two more rounds.
"Ugh, don't move anymore!"
Elisa's feet hooked around Silas's waist.
"..."
"How am I supposed to satisfy you like this? Do I have to find you a personal maid?"
"I told you to lie down, I didn't say you could lick my breasts. Hah-uuh..."
"..."
Silas could have gone for another round. But her parts were becoming more and more sensitive; forget it. He'd let her off for today.
"Will you... really like me?"
"..."
"Actually, back in the boar cave, I planned to take you back to the mountain cave and run away. I never thought about coming back."
"..."
"I don't know. What other merits do I have besides being pretty... You seem to be shining. There must be many girls who like you, I... hah, don't chew it in your mouth... it's not food!"
"..."
It should be fine.
She might be a bit insecure. Like the Nun, but next, I just need to let her stand in the spotlight and reduce my own role.
The mission and her mood can both be resolved.
"..."
Half an hour later.
Elisa tidied the bed and the room, and stood by the dining table again.
She restored everything to how it was before, even her hand was still gripping Silas's member.
Pretending nothing had happened, she stroked him.
"I-It's because you did a lot of things, so I'm willing to help you, don't misunderstand!"
"I can tell."
Silas didn't argue.
After all, through X-Ray vision, it was easy to see that the panties Elisa had put back on were cupping the overflowing heat. It was even sliding down her thighs.
It must be hard for her to pretend nothing happened in this state. If he exposed her, God knows how hard she'd break down.
"...Eh?"
Elisa was a bit bewildered. Today Silas seemed very obedient, not rebellious at all.
"Elisa."
"W-What is it?"
Does he still want me to lick it? Well, since things are already like this, it's not impossible. I couldn't help but sneak a taste just now; this time it wouldn't be for the purpose of feeding.
Close the curtains, then kneel before him...
"I'm gonna cum."
"Eh?!"
Elisa's palm was soaked by a warm current. Even her skirt against her buttocks became sticky.
"Alright. I feel better now."
"..."
Is that it? Her palm was all sticky, but she didn't hate it.
Clearly, if he just asked one more time, she would have agreed to lick it. Anyway, she let him go that far during the "hypnosis."
If this idiot had just persisted a little longer!
"Now for the serious business. Leitman said just now that after I cut off the Archbishop's head, the body was left behind."
"I think if you personally appear and lead the desecration of the body, it's a good time to dispel the lingering influence of the Church and establish more authority."
Silas was satisfied and intended to talk about business.
"..."
Elisa fell silent for a moment and asked, "You... why are you helping me so much?"
"Because white hair is rare. And the Princess is very cute."
"..."
What kind of reason is that?
"Anyway, doesn't the Princess want to reclaim her family's glory?"
"...Of course I do."
"Then listen to me. Pick up your sword now, stand in front of me, and go to the plaza to burn the Archbishop's body. Mmh... no, you just stand there and let the citizens come up and stab the body themselves. They need to wash away their fear of the Church. Also..."
"..."
Silas said a lot. He even considered that Elisa might be nervous and arranged what she should say once they went out.
"Um..."
Elisa wasn't really listening; she just knelt before Silas.
"After helping you with my hand, it's dirty. I'll reluctantly... lick it for you."
"?"
"Don't look, I... I get shy too. Mmh, I know... without you, I would have died long ago. I'm not much of a Queen. Just let me do something as a reward for you."
Elisa took the semi-soft member into her mouth. Even as she felt it grow hard again, she didn't say anything.
She was just thinking.
What exactly am I?
A fallen princess who just planned to take him and flee back to the cave, giving up her family glory. Now, because of his help, she really had a chance.
What was the difference between her and Dorothy?
Love, or profit?
What she could do to comfort herself...
"..."
She had already swallowed it into her mouth, but Elisa insisted on spitting it out. She looked at the warm white in her palm for a long time, then chose to wipe it clean with the rag. She also wiped away the saliva she had left on Silas.
"Mmh, I'll do as you say."
She had already decided what to do.
Outside the academy. The people in the Holy City were gathered here by Leitman.
"..."
Elisa walked in front, appearing first.
Everything went according to Silas's plan. First, Elisa took the lead in picking up a sword and stabbing the Archbishop's body, declaring the Church's ways to be evil. Then she announced various welfare policies and things that benefited the people.
Silas watched from the side, standing behind her, silently telling everyone that he was Elisa's greatest trump card. A loyal supporter.
"Silas is my uncle!"
"?"
But Elisa's first sentence was different from what Silas expected.
"He is a relative of the Elisa family. He is older and more mature than I am; he has taught me a lot!"
"This is the heirloom of the Elisa family. I believe the nobles present have heard that whoever possesses this token can gain infinite wisdom and make the kingdom better and better."
"Now, I hand this token to my uncle, Duke Silas."
"..."
Wait.
What the hell is this little chef talking about?!
"The sword instructor is a Duke?"
"Oh my God... he touched my chest before! Ah, why did I take a bath?"
"If he's a Duke, it's normal to have concubines. I think I'm very suitable... my chest is bigger than all of yours!"
A noble girl puffed out her chest, looking at Silas as he came out of the academy, her eyes practically dripping with lust.
"..."
Silas was stunned. He could hear the shouts of "Duke," "Teacher," and "Gut-Ripping Knight" roaring in his ears. But none for "Elisa."
"Uncle, from now on, I can only rely on you."
Elisa pried open Silas's fingers and placed the hair tie with the diamond into his hand. She whispered softly, "You said it yourself, I'm your niece. You have to take responsibility."
She seemed relieved, a shy smile spreading across her face.
"..."
Silas looked at the diamond in his palm. It still held a bit of Elisa's warmth.
Ah?
After all that talk, I got "backstabbed" by this little chef?