It was already noon.
The orange-yellow rays of light filtered through the shade of the trees, evenly scattering over Miss Siya's chest.
After she and Elena swapped clothes, her papaya breasts were tightly bound, making them even more eye-catching. Her long, fine black hair fell against her somewhat baby-fat cheeks.
"..."
Silas daring to seek "excitement" in the woods wasn't because he genuinely wanted the thrill, but because he was confident they absolutely wouldn't be caught.
Logically speaking, Miss Siya could have avoided this too.
But if he couldn't even sleep his way out of it with her, how would he face Elisa or even Miss Nun?
Just that split second of hesitation, and naturally, they were discovered.
As for changing clothes, he knew Elisa was coming. He wasn't arrogant enough to think he could face two wives at once. That's not taking responsibility; that's biting off more than you can chew and asking for suffering.
Patter.
Watching Miss Siya sit to the side, struggling to fasten the last button of the nun's habit.
Pop!
But as soon as she sat down, the top button flew off. The difference in size was quite significant.
"Miss Siya, there's a reason for this."
"..."
"I've known Elena for a long time, and before, because..."
While speaking, Silas took off his coat and draped it over Miss Siya's chest. Covering the deep white expanse.
"..."
Why wasn't Miss Siya speaking at all?
"!"
Grass.
The coat covering her chest, as luck would have it, had a single strand of hair on it. Although it wasn't a curly hair, the length was definitely Elena's. And it was a bit sticky.
On the hem of the clothes, hair, stickiness... left behind from the oral.
"..."
Silas picked off the hair and threw it away, picking a leaf to chew on.
Bitter.
More bitter than the grass in the stables.
His stomach started to hurt.
Where did this stereotype come from, thinking Miss Siya was easy to fool?
Actually, down to it, he had never even seen her angry. The business with Elisa and the nun, she digested it herself. She hadn't thrown a tantrum at all.
But now...
Looking slightly to the side, he could see Miss Siya hugging her knees, her chin resting on Silas's clothes, staring at the tree the sister-in-law had just been pressed against.
It was too obvious. On the ground, the inexplicably residual water stains on those leaves and branches... if it were indoors, the smell would be very strong. The tree bark even had slight nail scratch marks left by the sister-in-law.
Where should he start to quibble... explain.
Normally, he shouldn't start by talking about his past with Elena at this time. That's the process, not the conclusion.
Compensate...
"Didn't lie."
"What?"
Just as Silas was about to speak, Miss Siya spoke up.
"Mama, got news saying Roman Church people, have signs of activity near Holy City. So Siya ran over."
"..."
This matter could also be considered quite important.
But what's more important right now...
"Is she, really the nun's sister?"
"Of course she is."
"The book says, this kind is incest."
"Nonsense, I'm not even married yet."
"The book also says, people will choose immoral things in pursuit of excitement."
"I didn't choose to unite with Miss Siya in pursuit of excitement."
Silas didn't follow her line of thought, "This matter is very troublesome to explain. But simply put... it's because of my ability. By the time I opened my eyes, I already had an irreversible relationship with Elena."
When in doubt, blame all sins on the trash game.
This doesn't count as a lie, right? If there were no game, he definitely wouldn't have this current relationship with the sister-in-law.
Without the game, even if the sister-in-law threw herself at him... mmh, he should, probably, be able to hold himself back.
"..."
Miss Siya stood up, the clothes covering her chest naturally slipping down, revealing the snow-white cleavage illuminated by the sunlight.
"Siya doesn't understand that much."
She circled around Silas once.
"But, Siya's world is only this big."
"..."
"But Silas's world, is not this big. It's divided into more and more pieces."
She put on Silas's clothes, covering her body tightly again.
"Silas, should go back early to meet up with Sister Elisa."
"Siya needs to think."
"..."
Silas pressed her shoulders.
"Want a titjob? Do it, then go back to find Sister Elisa. If discovered, Siya has no way?"
But her expression was very calm.
This was a colossal misunderstanding, right? Miss Siya wasn't the easiest to talk to; perhaps she was the hardest to persuade. Most of her psychological activities were digested internally.
Watching Miss Siya leave.
"..."
No choice.
Silas followed her, knowing where she was staying temporarily.
Then he could only go back to fool Miss Elisa first, and then come back to do that.
On the other side.
Miss Siya returned.
But not to the wooden house in the city; she had come out with Madam Melina. The Madam stayed in a thatched cottage not too far from the small woods.
"How is it?"
"While they were all busy reuniting, only you were doing serious business. That boy must be very moved, right?"
"..."
Miss Siya didn't speak.
"Why are you so depressed? Ah, could it be you bumped into him and the Empress... you chose this yourself. Regretting it now will only make you seem troublesome. You've passed the window for throwing a tantrum."
"Alright, alright, don't be unhappy. How about Mama gives you a long-lost nursing session?"
"..."
Seeing the Madam lift her hem, Miss Siya turned her head away in disgust, "Siya doesn't like, breast milk."
"What are you saying! This is what a mother should give you when you were little!"
"But Siya, is an adult now."
"What adult or little person, in my eyes you'll always be a child."
"Siya saw, Silas and the nun's sister having sex."
"...Huh?"
"In the woods. The nun's sister resting her hands on the tree, sticking her butt out. Screaming very shamefully."
"Wait! You just said... the nun's sister?"
"Mmh."
"..."
The hem Madam Melina had lifted fell back down.
Smack!
She slammed the table fiercely, "That's too much! Relying on being liked to act without fear! And you just came back like this... ah, that's your personality. Then I'll go. This time I'll go and talk to him!"
"..."
Madam Melina was just about to go out when Miss Siya grabbed her hem.
"Don't stop me. This time I have to give him a severe scolding no matter what! How can he do this! Having two others is one thing, but that's his own wife's sister..."
"But, Mama likes Silas too."
"Eh? What nonsense are you talking about, how could I..."
"Siya knows everything. Mama always masturbates in the room. When helping wash clothes, also secretly smells Silas's clothes."
"Ah..."
Madam Melina was embarrassed.
She thought those little things were flawless. Every time carrying immense guilt... saying it was the last time, but it turned into sneaking Silas's underwear into the bedroom almost every day like a thief. Tossing about completely satisfied until it was a mess before taking it out to wash clean.
"N-no, it's not like that, Siya listen to me... Mama is also a woman, and reached that age, anyway..."
No matter how she explained, it would only make it worse.
"Anyway, Mama couldn't possibly compete with you for a man! You can rest assured about this, absolutely not..."
Although she sounded confident, saying it out loud lacked a bit of conviction. After all, Madam Melina really had used Silas as a fantasy to masturbate.
"Sister Nun has a sister, Sister Elisa has a maid. I only have Mama."
"?"
Madam Melina paused, gritting her teeth and said, "You can't sympathize with them just because they don't have mothers. This matter is absolutely Silas's problem. Don't worry, I'll definitely make that boy give you an explanation."
"No. Siya feels, a person's feelings are limited. Getting angry, throwing tantrums is a process. The important thing, is the conclusion and the future."
"Siya, doesn't want the world belonging to Siya to be split away again."
"..."
"So, Mama go take the last piece. If it's Mama, Siya can still accept. If there's another outsider, Siya doesn't know what to do."
"..."
Madam Melina was stunned for a long time, unconsciously taking two steps back.
It wasn't until the buttocks wrapped in the gray skirt hit the corner of the table that she recovered.
"Siya, you... what are you saying about splitting away the world belonging to you... Mama doesn't quite understand."
"Meaning, Mama doesn't need to masturbate anymore, and doesn't need to endure letting Siya drink milk. Siya is willing, to let Mama take a part of Silas. This way, I'll be at ease. Silas said, fertile water shouldn't be licked by outsiders... field? Mmh. It should be field, not licked."
"No no no, the point is that boy Silas doing that kind of thing with the nun's sister, now we should..."
"No. When I saw it, Siya was very sad. But the important thing is, Siya doesn't want to be sad anymore. Need to envision more possibilities. If that possibility is Mama, Siya thought about it, and it seems I won't be sad."
"I, I, but..."
Madam Melina couldn't string together a complete sentence for a long time.
She wondered, where did she go wrong in raising her daughter?
No, that's not right.
Regarding relationships, she herself had no experience; it was basically all taught by Silas.
Bastard, what exactly had he taught her daughter to be like!
"Mama is very charming, and before Mama was even earlier than Siya, doing that with Silas. Mama's cooking is also better than Siya's. But, Mama will yield to Siya."
"W-wait a minute! Really wait a minute, this is wrong... he... this thought of yours..."
Despite Madam Melina's resistance.
She was still changed into a new outfit by Miss Siya. It was originally prepared by Madam Melina, saying it was a good thing guaranteed to arouse a man's lust.
The already high-slit cheongsam, worn on her, who was slightly taller than Miss Siya, was slit almost up to under her breasts. She didn't think much of the crotchless black silk when preparing them for her daughter, but wearing them herself felt awkward no matter what.
"No, no, how can I meet him in these clothes... I'd better..."
"Is Mama going to watch helplessly as Siya's only remaining quarter of the world is split away by outsiders? Can Mama, really control Silas?"
"..."
"Siya, only Mama can help."
"..."
But Madam Melina had a fatal weakness.
She could hardly refuse any request from her daughter. Her thinking would even be led astray by her daughter.
It seemed, what her daughter said also made sense. No matter how angry she was, she only had the confidence to righteously give Silas a severe scolding, but as for controlling Silas's future... a man who could kill the Pope bare-handed.
If this formidable son-in-law was definitely going to have more daughters in the future, a more mature self joining to help her daughter fight for a bit... moreover, she herself also buried a deep-seated affection of having been saved by Silas. Furthermore, her virginity was also taken by the son-in-law.
So... why exactly did she pack such erotic clothes in her daughter's luggage?!