Waking up in the morning.
Silas was left alone in the room.
"I'm going to have a woman-to-woman talk with that Empress."
"Don't come."
"..."
That's what Miss Rose had said.
The place she lived in wasn't luxurious. Just a very ordinary one-bedroom apartment. The location was quite good though, not far from the church.
Silas wasn't idle either.
He occasionally observed the people around him. He didn't even spare the brown mare Elisa had ridden back.
However.
There really was no one giving him strange looks or acting suspiciously.
"What wind blew the teacher here?"
Today he bumped into the maid buying groceries again. This frequency of "chance" encounters was a bit high.
"Hehe, looking for Michelle? She's busy negotiating the land grant for the church right now; several people jumped out to oppose it, making her very angry."
As usual, she familiarly pressed her chest against him.
"Dorothy, are you still not married?"
"What does teacher think?"
The bulging chest pressed even closer.
"There's a nice inn ahead, want to go in and get a room?"
"Eh?"
She was stunned.
"Although I don't have any feelings for you, at this point, it's not like we can't play around a bit."
Silas patted her lower back.
"!"
"..."
"Even after a hundred years, teacher is still so annoying!"
"..."
Watching Dorothy stomp off angrily with her vegetable basket, Silas sighed.
Isn't she the same?
After so many years, using the same method still worked.
So, Dorothy could be ruled out as a new target.
Back to the inn.
Miss Siya wasn't there.
"We... are getting ready to leave."
The Madam nervously put some distance between herself and Silas.
"Where to?"
"The anniversary of the Freemasonry Mutual Aid Society is coming up; my daughter and I have to make an appearance."
"..."
He seemed to have heard Miss Siya mention it.
Silas took a few more steps closer; Madam Melina's cheeks flushed, and she closed her eyes in resignation.
"Madam is becoming more and more feminine."
"?"
But what she expected to happen didn't.
"Since you're going so far away, be sure to stay safe on the road. Don't worry, I won't deliberately let Miss Siya find out before Madam is mentally prepared."
"..."
When something really was done to her, the Madam would feel extremely embarrassed.
But being casually teased like this, with nothing happening, left her feeling a bit empty.
Watching Silas's retreating back.
Madam Melina felt a bit resentful. What should she do? She was already self-aware; she wanted him... more and more. Even if her daughter really said it was okay... didn't this kid consider what the other women around him would think? They would look down on her daughter as well. Sigh. If only he were a woman.
"..."
After Silas went out.
He mentally crossed Madam Melina off the list as well.
Who else could it be?
Silas went to the Noi Church's grand cathedral. Today seemed to be an open day, with many believers going in.
The nuns and clergy on the ground floor were very busy. The floor above where his sister-in-law worked was almost deserted.
"Brother-in-law? Why are you..."
"I wanted to ask about something."
Silas pulled up a chair and sat next to his sister-in-law.
"Mmh..."
Asking about something was fine.
But hugging her waist like this, it was inside the church, after all. It was against clerical duties... even though the god worshiped here was actually her brother-in-law.
"Any news from Leah?"
"Eh? Leah?"
Elena nervously took a letter out of a drawer, "This is the letter she replied with last month. It seems she went far up north. She shouldn't be back for a while. The letter Sister wrote to her earlier, about brother-in-law... hasn't been replied to yet."
"..."
Silas glanced at the contents of the letter.
It was very ordinary. It even included teasing Elena about whether her breasts had grown...
"Brother-in-law, is there something wrong?"
Elena also noticed that part, and her face instantly turned red.
The key was that she had a habit of making annotations while reading, so she wouldn't miss details when replying. The annotation here was 'Don't be jealous, flat chest'.
"..."
Silas thought for a moment and crossed Leah off the list too.
Referencing all the games, the time was at least fifty years ago, and if she really had any connection to Leah, she would definitely have come back directly. Instead of still being out there.
While walking around the city, Silas also saw a familiar family crest.
"Then, what about Miss Fiona?"
"Eh? Ah... is brother-in-law talking about Sister Fiona? That, I'm not clear about. Back when we came out of the fog, not long after the Noi Church was established, she gave up inheriting the Fiona family and left."
"..."
Could it be Fiona?
But there's the same problem; if it were her, she should have come back directly.
Besides, there was another candidate.
"Ahem, does Elena still remember someone? You know... from the shelter before. She and I were quite close for a while."
"The beautiful woman who claimed to be born in a brothel?"
"Yes."
"Don't know."
Elena's expression cooled slightly, "I haven't seen her. Nor have I heard anyone say she made it out alive. Brother-in-law, even if you were fighting with Sister at the time, you shouldn't get close to that kind of woman. That kind is a bad woman."
"..."
Silas actually wanted to ask about the noble lady who crawled out of the grave too.
But it wouldn't go that far.
This game was quite picky; they were all virgins... and anyone picked at random was a top-tier woman.
Speaking of which, Elena was probably an accident. This might not be an acquaintance.
If it were a stranger, no matter how beautiful, she couldn't shake his Daoist heart.
He had already walked around the Holy City once. He confirmed that there couldn't be anyone with that level of beauty. At least no one who gave off the vibe of a game target at first glance. Damn it, this game was making him start judging people by their appearance.
"Ah, is brother-in-law feeling a bit nostalgic coming to the Holy City after so long?"
"But it must have changed a lot."
"The friends brother-in-law knew before... they must all have passed away because it's been too long."
"..."
That was true.
That guy from whatever family who struggled alongside him back then, who eventually married a commoner. The family name was still there, but the person was gone.
It was nothing.
They had met during a strange journey anyway, not on the same timeline. It was satisfying enough that the important people were back on the same timeline.
"Brother-in-law?"
Elena wanted to continue comforting Silas, but felt a chill at her collar. The buttons of her nun's habit had been undone.
"W-wait a minute! This is a church..."
"They're all busy downstairs, right? Normally no one would come up here."
"But..."
"Thanks for helping to explain things to Rose. It should really be my responsibility."
"Even without me explaining, Sister would have forgiven you..."
Elena was too sensitive; just a slight knead, and her cherries became engorged.
"Once things settle down between your sister, Elisa, and the others, I will give you a status."
"Eh?"
Elena looked down at her already exposed matching lace panties.
She simply turned around, straddled Silas, and offered her lips.
"I don't want it."
"I don't need anything anymore. So... let's just do it secretly like this. Hurry."
"..."
His sister-in-law was clearly aroused. She actively swept aside the clutter on the desk and sat on it. Her eyes filled with shyness as she spread the thighs beneath her robe.
There was nothing to worry about.
The absence of suspicious people proved he could hold his bottom line. In the end, why should he doubt his own conscience? It was suffering enough phantom pain already. Thanks to this trash game, he had almost lost confidence in holding his moral bottom line.
Below was the sound of devout prayers.
"Hah ah..."
Above was the suppressed low voice of his sister-in-law.
The desktop was already pooling with quite a few turbid threads. Her toes were painted an even pink. When he kissed the instep of her foot, her toes would clench tightly.
"You can't, inside..."
"But Elena's constitution is the same as Rose's; it's actually very hard for you both to get pregnant, right? It's like built-in contraception."
"What if... mgh."
"If it happens, it happens. Then it's my child."
"That still won't do. Brother-in-law must prioritize Sister."
Even after being creampied, Elena still honestly tried to scoop it out. This seemed to be her obsession.
"Leave it like that."
"I'll clean you up afterward anyway... no need to wear that thing. It should be fine."
"..."
He thought that since his sister-in-law had invented the condom, her biological knowledge must be pretty good. But it seemed her understanding wasn't quite there. Too naive; it's not like getting it out makes it fine.
And scooping it out entirely, while squatting in front of him to help clean up, was weirdly erotic.
"..."
Click.
The window suddenly opened.
A woman wearing short boots jumped in and calmly closed the window.
It wasn't a scare, Silas just reached his limit and released in his sister-in-law's mouth. The latter trembled in fright, but unconsciously swallowed.
"Hah..."
"M-Miss Siya... this is..."
This was the second time she had been caught. Each time more shameful than the last.
"Siya waited for Silas for a long time, Sister Nun went to the Royal Palace. Siya thought about it, and this was the only place left."
"Siya is going back now."
"..."
"?"
Silas watched as Miss Siya also ducked under the desk, squeezing next to his sister-in-law. She also stuck her tongue out to lick.
"Ah... th-this... I-I'll go out first!"
"You can't go out. Siya has to get used to being with the other sisters. You go first. You look like the easiest to bully."
"..."
Elena's brain crashed.
But the reality was right before her eyes; the seemingly ditzy Miss Siya controlled her with slime seeping from her arms, forcing her to watch.
"You also lied to Siya, making Siya think you wanted to make friends and get along. That's why you touched Siya's breasts. You were just jealous that Siya's breasts are bigger."
"Eh?"
"As punishment for lying to Siya, you have to join Siya in giving Silas a titjob."
"W-wait a minute! Really, I can't do this... woo."
Elena looked at Silas with pleading eyes.
"Elena, can you let me get used to it first?"
"..."
Even if the sister-in-law occasionally joked around with her sister, at most they would just pinch each other. Never this kind of soft flesh rubbing against soft flesh, and sticky too.
"Brother-in-law, woo, I really can't..."
"You can do it."
"..."
She no longer knew what she was doing in the Church's office. Her sister also often sat in this seat.
By the time Miss Siya licked the semen from her cleavage, she was trembling all over.
"Stop it, Elena looks like she's going to cry. Siya, release the slime."
Silas spoke up.
He was a bit amused at first, but if his sister-in-law was going to cry, it really wasn't necessary.
"Oh."
Miss Siya retracted the slime.
"..."
But Elena didn't leave either. She just stared blankly as Miss Siya selflessly licked, holding her papayas to serve him.
She thought she had been proactive.
But compared to Miss Siya, she was a complete novice.
"Elena?"
"Since Miss Siya has gone this far, then I should too... I'm only a lover anyway..."
Although it was embarrassing to the extreme, if Miss Siya could not care, why should she?
"..."
Silas sat in the chair, watching them press their breasts together.
Comparing them like this, the difference was quite stark. Mmh... Miss Siya's could completely overpower his sister-in-law's. But his sister-in-law looked more mature, charming, and shy.
So, why did it turn out like this?
Only Miss Siya inconspicuously freed a hand to gesture on Silas's calf, answering him. Ah, her papayas didn't need two hands to squeeze; the pressure was just as strong.
[A parting gift from Siya, remember to miss Siya.]
Such a parting?
This would probably be unforgettable for a long time.
Being licked by tongues on both sides simultaneously, with breast pressure from both sides approaching at the same time, Silas took a sharp breath.
[Time remaining until the next simulation opens: approximately 2 days]
What was the point of striving to become stronger?
Wasn't it just for moments like this? This was the eternal and powerful driving force of a player.