"I forced my brother-in-law into it! It's because I liked him too much but couldn't have him, so..."
"..."
Miss Siya rested her right hand on the camphor tree, staring at the flustered Elena.
Her sense of smell wasn't as sharp as a Succubus's, but it was at least at a normal human level.
Disheveled clothes, the nun's habit pulled high up, the collar buttons completely undone. Anyone who wasn't blind could see the heavily stained moisture.
"It's true!"
"Because I said... if we didn't do it, I'd tell Sister Rose that he took advantage of me... that's why..."
"..."
Miss Siya's gaze shifted to Silas, who was massaging his temples.
She only looked naive. How could she not understand anything after six hundred years?
No matter how reasonable Elena's words sounded, there were two fatal and obvious flaws.
First, if it really was a threat, how could she actively jump out and explain so frantically?
Second, she didn't believe Silas could be threatened.
"..."
Miss Siya panted. Trying hard to recall in her head why she had jogged over here in the first place.
No sense of smell.
But she could find her way here through the slime fibers on Silas.
Right.
She remembered.
"Mama said she wants to go to the Holy City."
"Ah?"
"She said companions noticed traces of the Roman Church, which had disappeared for a long time. She wants to go take a look."
"..."
She had rushed over just to say this.
For such a long time, besides looking for Silas, what she paid the most attention to was the Roman Church.
Mama said that only by eliminating all hidden dangers could they consider where to reside permanently and what business to do in the future.
"..."
But her mother never told her what to do when she saw a new woman having sex with Silas.
If it were a strange woman, the books called it cheating.
But the woman in front of her was someone Miss Siya also knew, the nun's sister... they had just physically touched each other, and she had treated her as a sister figure.
"Siya, could you do me a favor?"
Silas spoke up.
"?"
"You wear Elena's nun's habit, and Elena wears your clothes."
"..."
Miss Siya froze for a moment.
In all these years, the number of times she had gotten angry could be counted on one hand.
The last time was when many of her own kind insisted on barging in to watch her masturbate, pointing and whispering.
On the other side.
Miss Elisa, relying on her outstanding sense of smell, stuck her butt out like a hound, following the correct route.
It wasn't long before she ran into someone.
It was Elena, the person she wanted to find.
She wasn't wearing a nun's habit, but a somewhat ill-fitting dress.
"You guys... where is he?!"
Many scenarios flashed through Miss Elisa's mind. For instance, the woman in front of her being aggressively pounded by Silas... how those erotic breasts, just like Nun Rose's, were kneaded.
"..."
But Elena kept her head down, only answering in a low voice, "Miss Siya is here."
"You mean Miss Siya..."
"Mmh."
"They... uh."
Miss Elisa was speechless.
"Don't tell me you bumped into them doing that... ah... I..."
She instantly understood.
Elena must have really gone out to do something, and Silas going out right after wasn't to meet up with her. It was to see Miss Siya, whose breasts were as big as papayas.
Then, Elena stumbled upon the scene of them mating.
Thinking about it now, the first time she saw the nun's sister, she thought she was very polite... actually, it could be that she was hiding her thoughts and not saying them.
In this world, what sister could remain calm knowing her brother-in-law was that kind of scumbag? She had never heard any rumors of bad relations between the nun sisters.
"Sorry."
Elisa held it in for a long time before apologizing first.
"Eh? Why apologize?"
"Anyway, although Nun Rose's personality is a bit... it's definitely not her fault. It's Silas who's too excessive, yes. It's because his nature is hard to change."
"..."
"He wants everything, but Miss Siya isn't wrong either... whatever you can't figure out, just blame it on him. Ah, but... you can't completely negate him because of this either..."
Elisa started getting anxious.
She wasn't good at comforting people. Especially when it was a matter of her own husband being caught cheating by another woman's sister.
"Hehe."
"Sister Elisa is really gentle."
Elena unconsciously sighed.
"Eh? Of course I... no, I had no choice but to accept this reality. I'm actually very angry too."
She had thought a lot about it.
But to put it bluntly, the nun was even earlier than her. And Miss Siya was said to have waited for him for six hundred years. Strictly speaking, wasn't she the third party?
"Sister Elisa, what if brother-in-law has a fourth one?"
Elena asked.
"He wouldn't dare! If there is, I will definitely bite off... mgh, break his third leg!"
"Is that so? With a wife like Sister Elisa, brother-in-law definitely wouldn't think of having anyone else."
"Alright, alright, let's not talk about this. How about I take you to eat something good? Although this place is poor, there are many woods and beekeepers. The honey is pretty good."
Elisa wrapped her arm around Elena's slender shoulders, once again feeling how ill-fitting the dress was.
"Oh, right. I brought some personal clothes. You must be sweaty from going out and want to change? Wear mine!"
Although her breasts were a bit bigger. But giving her looser clothes should be fine.
"Isn't Sister Elisa going over to look?"
"Look at what... I just had eight lifetimes of bad luck to like a bastard like him."
"..."
Elena just followed Elisa back like this.
There might still be residual heat in her body.
But she had changed into new clothes. Miss Siya's dress smelled of perfume. It could well cover any scent of semen that might leak out.
A Succubus, after all.
Her keen sense of smell was both her success and her downfall.
She had said it long ago; they would be discovered.
Her mouth said that, but her body not only didn't resist, it actually enjoyed the atmosphere of being bullied.
The lie she told was completely brainless.
How would Miss Siya view her?
"Sister Elisa."
"Mmh?"
"Actually... when I heard brother-in-law talk about you. I was very jealous."
"Jealous?"
Elisa was taken aback.
Because of Nun Rose? Was it really like this?
"But I'm not jealous anymore. Because I found that you are indeed just as brother-in-law said: not only beautiful on the outside, but also very good on the inside."
"What... what did he say about me?"
"Mmh, he said a lot. He said Miss Elisa had a very hard time wandering alone in the past, knew many kinds of wild fruits, and could only live in caves. Like a survival expert."
"Wait a minute! What did he just go and say on his own!"
"I think it's very nice. Just looking at the current Empress, Sister Elisa, one wouldn't think you had such a down-to-earth side."
"..."
"Can I call you Sister Cher? Brother-in-law said this is your nickname. I think it sounds very nice."
"Of course."
"I'm sorry..."
Elena's apology came from the bottom of her heart.
Earlier, when Silas grabbed her buttocks, she was worrying about being discovered by Elisa while simultaneously thinking that if she was discovered, perhaps they could logically continue.
What if brother-in-law could actually pull it off?
"What's there to apologize for? I should be the one to... mgh, thank you for accepting me so easily. And for being so polite."
Miss Elisa also felt a bit embarrassed.
"Your sister used to be a Saintess. Now she's a Bishop, and you are the de facto controller of the Church. When you have time, you should visit the Royal Palace more often; as long as you want to come, the doors are always open."
"..."
Walking further and further away.
It was impossible to know what the brother-in-law and Miss Siya left behind in the woods were doing anymore.
"Come, change into these clothes of mine."
"Sigh, you're so beautiful and have such a good figure... when we get back to the Holy City, I should have something nicer custom-made for you. As the Pope, you don't have any taboos about wearing clothes in private, right? Dresses should suit you very well."
"..."
Back in the cabin where Elisa was stationed, Elena watched her bend over to rummage for clothes.
She had a thought.
She should immediately give up everything she shouldn't want.
But it was definitely too late. she didn't have the confidence to stay in the corner forever, looking at Silas, with absolutely no hope.
Of course, the so-called hope meant... that in a few days, months, or years, they could be that intimate in the woods again. Confiding in each other.
"Sister Cher, can you teach me how to paint nail polish?"
"Nail polish?"
"Mmh, for the toes. I think Sister Cher's feet are very beautiful."
"...Ah, that! It's a secret recipe nail polish concocted by an old friend in the Holy City in the past; she was a top courtesan. It's simple."
"..."
"Hehe, a Pope starting to care about her appearance and wanting to be beautiful. Do you have someone you like?"
"?"
Elena paused and hurriedly shook her head.
"It's nothing to tell me. I am the Empress; if you have your eye on any man, just tell me. I can help propose for you."
"I really don't, I just... suddenly got a bit interested."
"Is that so? It's normal for girls to want to be beautiful, unlike that sister of yours who only knows how to make you work... ah, I don't mean that the nun is completely bad, I mean..."
"..."
Elena still had some experience in interpersonal relationships.
Like before, Miss Elisa wouldn't have any physical contact with her. Always maintaining a step and a half distance, but now she was personally helping her change clothes and such.
Probably, she had truly let down all her guard and treated her as a sister.
But just as their relationship had become intimate, she lied. It was just that, hearing her brother-in-law personally admit that the Princess's feet were beautiful... she wanted to snatch this advantage too.
Unable and unwilling to take a step further in the relationship... at least, she wanted to become the best lover.
To her sister, Elisa was a rival in love.
To herself... they both liked the same person. Perhaps treating them as fellow enthusiasts was closer to the essence. Speaking of which, if they all liked the same man, did they count as rivals or fellow enthusiasts? Elena couldn't figure it out, nor did she want to think about unnecessary things anymore.
She just looked back in the direction of the small woods, her hands unconsciously resting on her chest, feeling very guilty, and sincerely hoping Silas would succeed.