[You returned to the simulation.]
[You pumped the Princess full of your essence as you pleased. Clearly, no matter how much you bullied her, even if she couldn't take it and cried, she still gritted her teeth and refused to admit she liked you.]
[You let her off the hook.]
Wait?
That's it? You're just skipping over that?!
But this little chef already dared to hook her legs around my waist. She can do actions like that, yet her mouth is stubborn as hell.
[Even more clearly, the Princess, knowing that hypnosis is ineffective against you, began to avoid you during the broad daylight out of extreme shame after she was fully awake.]
[But when night fell, she always had to return. Facing your bullying, she grew smarter; she knew that the moment she spoke, she would be teased by you. Although she didn't resist, she refused to make a sound no matter what. She was no longer as proactive as yesterday. She chose to play the "dead fish" to escape reality. If she accidentally let out a moan because it felt too good, she would act as if she had never made a sound.]
Fine.
If she won't admit it even after being pumped to tears, there's nothing I can do. Business comes first.
[The second day.]
[Under your instructions, Leitman began to spread the news of Elisa acting as the Regent Empress.]
[You organized a simple coronation ceremony for her. But obviously, merely announcing her as the Empress verbally was far from enough. You knew you still needed to make the Holy City more vibrant and make her more beloved by the people.]
[Night. You explained to Elisa in great detail everything she should do tomorrow, and she listened very seriously. If there was anything she didn't understand, she would immediately ask for your guidance.]
[You discovered that she is actually very smart; she could take many of the abstract theories you gave and apply them to the current situation of the Holy City. You found her intelligence very cute, so you forcibly pinned her down.]
[...]
[Elisa pretended nothing happened and silently put on her clothes. She looked at you again and asked about your arrangements for tomorrow.]
Hiss.
After getting addicted to the self-hypnosis play, is she now starting to "self-hypnotize" her own memories?
[You told her that there are living dead left by the Church outside the Holy City. They are all pitiful villagers, and you want to put them to rest. You need to completely stabilize the situation around the city. Once ordinary people can go out, the nobles can send letters to their respective territories, firmly establishing the fact that she has become the Empress.]
[...]
[The third day. You began to focus on handling the matters outside the Holy City. You personally led the team again, going with Leitman to areas further from the city to clear out the trouble left by the Church.]
[Everything went smoothly. You encountered many living dead and resolved them all, but unfortunately, you found no survivors.]
No living people means the plan to bring population into the Holy City has failed.
Forget it, I'll just focus on clearing the paths so the nobles can send letters acknowledging Elisa's status.
This trash game probably won't create a map where the whole world is gone. There must be survivors somewhere.
[Because the places you visited were getting further from the Holy City, your return time became later and later.]
[Fortunately, the Princess did not complain. When she saw you return, she would put down the letters submitted by the nobles and prioritize eating dinner with you. She would silently ignore your behavior of teasing her with your feet under the table.]
[Occasionally, during gaps when you returned home, you would find that the quilt or the pillow you slept on had some lingering scent. It seemed Elisa was washing them every day. You sensed Elisa's dependence on you, and you chose not to expose it.]
Silas had a sense of déjà vu.
Is she starting to secretly masturbate like the Nun?
[...]
[The fourteenth day.]
[You have carefully cleared everything within thirty kilometers of the Holy City. Today, you went even further.]
[You ran into trouble.]
[It wasn't something as tricky as the Archbishop, but because of the relaxation brought by the ease of the past few days, three people in your team were dragged away and eaten.]
[It seemed those three were Leitman's loyal subordinates. Although you already killed the living dead that killed them, he still charged forward in grief and rage, perhaps wanting to kill even more.]
[You decided to...]
[Important Choice Triggered]
[Option 1: Follow him.]
[Option 2: Call it a day and take him back to the city.]
Is there even a choice?
[You chose Option 1]
As the noble closest to me and Elisa, it would be a pity if Leitman died.
I guess it was my mistake.
I knew their strength wasn't that great, yet because life has been easy lately, I let them explore a direction alone.
I'll go back later.
I have to settle this first.
Inside the Holy City.
It was already the early hours of the morning, and there were very few people on the streets.
"Ah, it's Lord Silas and Leitman returning."
"..."
But as long as they saw Silas, someone would always offer flowers or blessings.
Everyone knew that Silas was working hard for the safety of the Holy City.
"Lord Silas, would you like to relieve your fatigue?"
Occasionally, a courtesan from a brothel would affectionately pull on Silas's arm, trying to get him to go inside for some fun.
"Not for me. But Leitman might need it."
"?"
Leitman froze.
"Go on. You can take a break for the next two days."
"...You think too little of my resilience. I am only blaming myself for failing to protect them."
"Is that so?"
Silas didn't care if Leitman could relieve his stress at the brothel; he had to get back to the academy first.
There was a little chef who might be waiting anxiously.
"..."
"Lord Silas."
Leitman had already gone inside, but the courtesan was still clinging to Silas's arm, her exposed, swelling cleavage blatantly seducing him.
"I have something, but I don't know if I should say it..."
"?"
If you shouldn't say it, then don't.
"Well, something happened a few days ago. A little girl was almost hit by a tile falling from a roof, but the moment it happened, everyone fell asleep. The little girl was unharmed. Everyone is spreading rumors... that Princess Elisa is a Succubus."
"..."
Silas hadn't heard this from Elisa.
"From your look, you probably didn't know? Princess Elisa has been here and talked to me. She seems like a very kind person; you wouldn't even guess she's royalty. She's very hardworking and handles everything personally. Recently, some people have been saying behind her back that she sold her body to you to get her position... very cruel words, but she hasn't punished anyone. She just acts as if she hasn't heard. Combined with this Succubus rumor, she might be suffering."
"..."
Silas immediately rushed back.
In his head, he imagined many possible scenarios. For example, besides masturbating, Elisa was also self-harming.
But everything at home was normal. Elisa had prepared the meal, and it seemed she had made it herself.
"You look... alright, I guess?"
"..."
Silas began to observe her hands. They were fine. There were no scars hidden in her sleeves.
"Do... do you want feet again? I've never seen such a strange pervert... fine, I'll reluctantly help you..."
In response to Silas's request for a footjob, she only blushed and took off her shoes. She revealed her toes, which she had clearly scrubbed many times. Somewhere, she had managed to get a pair of thin white silk stockings.
Extremely erotic.
Even her upper thighs were wrapped. They looked like the same kind the courtesan at the brothel wore.
"Where did these come from?"
"...Don't ask! Just say... how are they?"
"Mmh. Quite good, but the elasticity is a bit lacking. If they were thinner and stretchier..."
"..."
The lights went out, and those stockinged toes touched Silas's increasingly throbbing member.
Silas had X-Ray vision; he could scan her entire body. He didn't miss the base of her thighs wrapped in white silk, but there wasn't a single scar. Even if Elisa's healing ability was good, it was impossible not to leave any trace.
Forget it.
I'll just ask directly.
"I heard some things outside. It seems some people say you reached your position by selling your body to me?"
"...T-that's not important. I can handle it."
She moved her toes. It seemed she had learned some new tricks from somewhere, intentionally letting her panties peek out for Silas to see.
"What about the Succubus thing?"
"..."
She was clearly flustered and immediately changed the subject. "D-do you want... a better reward?"
"..."
Is there anything else on her I haven't gotten yet?
"I heard others say that men like it when... girls lie face down."
"Like this..."
She cautiously leaned over the table, standing on her tiptoes. Then she reached her hands around from under her stomach, lightly pulling aside her already soaked panties. She revealed her pink honey pot.
It was indeed... very much so.
"Tomorrow I'll go take a look. If it's appropriate, I'll execute a few people."
"..."
"You have to understand, as the current Regent Empress, you aren't someone just anyone can gossip about."
"...Why?"
"Sometimes you shouldn't be merciful. And you don't need to run away."
"I am not running away!!! I have already worked so hard not to care. I just do what you tell me, ugh... why does it have to be like this? I'll start wanting to rely on you to solve everything again! If this continues..."
"..."
"If I can't even handle this little thing, how can I... stand by your side! Can't you... believe in me? I really can..."
She was almost begging. Tears and snot flowed.
Instead, it was as if Silas offering a hand she could rely on had caused her to break down.
Where did I get it wrong?
Silas used X-Ray vision to carefully scan the room again and found nothing suspicious. There was no blood in the trash can, only some paper scraps. The clothes soaking in the tub were also normal.
I understand now. She is different from the Nun. It's not that she's willing to give everything to me just because she's insecure. On the contrary, she wants to prove herself.
"Elisa."
Silas carried her to the bed. "Don't hold it back, really. I want to hear you."
She was probably the exact opposite of the Nun. The former was willing to rely on him no matter how embarrassing it was because she liked him. The latter was unwilling, desperately wanting to prove she was capable. One just needed enough security; the other perhaps needed his trust more.
"...Should I just give everything to you instead?"
Elisa sobbed. She hadn't intended to cry in front of Silas again because of these things.
"No. In my eyes, you already possess the qualities of a ruler. You've learned to endure loneliness and pain."
This was the truth.
If she wanted to be Empress, even without the Succubus rumors, there would still be gossip about selling her body.
"So, can you moan for me?"
"...I won't."
She turned her flushed face away, which still had tear stains. She protested in a small voice.
"..."
"Mmh... hah..."
But soon, Elisa betrayed her own words. A few melodious breaths escaped her.
"Even like this, you won't admit you like me? Because we are 'uncle and niece' now?"
"I... I'm just giving you a reward..."
"I haven't really done anything to deserve it."
"Being willing... to believe in a talentless person like me, is... hah-uuh..."
Why won't she just admit it?
She'd rather shamefully move her buttocks to accommodate him. Just stubborn.
But it didn't matter anymore.
It seemed she really wanted to prove her ability to him. She wanted him to respect her.
A misunderstanding.
With a niece this erotic, Silas already respected her a lot, at least on the sexual level.
"Elisa, you're going to have your uncle's baby."
"!"
He could clearly feel her body stiffen. But she didn't resist at all. Her honey pot even tightened and sucked, as if urging Silas to hurry up.
Dammit.
I meant it to tease the Princess, but it actually gave Silas a strange sense of forbidden pleasure.