The Holy City.
Miss Siya had been gone for two days.
Leaving behind only a flustered Elena, who didn't know what to do. Since their group activity, she hadn't been able to look Silas in the eye at all.
But as coincidence would have it, Miss Rose's talks at the Royal Palace seemed to have continued up to now; it had been two days, and they were still ongoing. She showed absolutely no signs of coming out.
"Brother-in-law... aren't you curious about what Sister is discussing with Sister Elisa?"
"Not curious."
"But I can't keep staying here with you, brother-in-law; I still have work to do..."
"Are you talking about these documents on the desk? I was bored, so I browsed through them all. You only need to think about these two. One is an application for funds, and the other is a personnel request. I've taken care of the rest."
"..."
Elena was speechless.
The originally messy desk had been organized very neatly. They were even sorted by priority; she could tell at a glance where she needed to focus her attention.
But with her buttocks being propped up and rubbed by that thing, how could she possibly focus on checking the contents?
"Can't concentrate?"
"Mmh..."
Miss Elena had unconsciously started letting out sweet pants. After all, her cherries were being pinched and rubbed through her clothes and bra.
"Never mind, I won't bully you anymore. Let me give you something, and then I'll leave."
"Eh?"
Before Elena could react, she saw Silas squat down. He picked up her foot and took off her boot.
By "giving something," did he mean that hot stuff, and then making her work wearing it?
"N-no, you can't! We can do footjobs tonight... if Sister comes back now, she'll definitely smell it!"
"What are you thinking? It's just a little chain."
"..."
A jingling anklet was fastened around her fair, tender ankle.
"This... makes noise."
Elena bit her lip, her cheeks flushing slightly.
"It won't make noise while you're wearing boots; even if it's discovered, it's just a small accessory. I believe you can fob it off."
"..."
Seeing Silas help her put the boot back on and intend to leave without any reluctance.
"Wait a minute!"
"?"
"..."
"As long as brother-in-law promises me, guarantees it stays in my mouth..."
"You should just focus on your work."
"I, um... you rubbed against my bra so much, and my panties are wet too; I can't work properly at all. Brother-in-law... has to take responsibility."
"..."
Silas stopped turning the doorknob.
Turning his head, his sister-in-law had already taken off her boots.
"I walked here, so my feet are very dirty. And if I use my feet... what if you shoot on my stockings? I don't have any to change into."
"So I'll just use my breasts. I can feel when brother-in-law is about to... and then catch it."
"Okay?"
She also unbuttoned her nun's habit, revealing her somewhat flashy bra. Pulling it down slightly, the engorged little tips on her white mounds were visible.
"Then why take off your boots?"
"Mmh, seeing feet makes it a bit more erotic... or something."
"..."
Silas had genuinely planned to stop teasing his sister-in-law, but now it seemed he had no choice but to tease her again.
Nighttime.
Miss Nun came back once.
Just as Silas had finished cooking and was eating with his sister-in-law.
"Ah, Elena needs to eat properly."
"You never listened to me, but now your brother-in-law will take care of you."
"..."
His sister-in-law could only silently lower her head and eat, trying her best to keep a straight face without relaxing even the slightest bit.
After all, her toes had been caught under the table.
"Hah..."
Elena only took a deep breath when Miss Nun went upstairs to get something.
"We really can't do this anymore..."
"..."
While saying this, she boldly reached out her foot to rub Silas through his pants.
"Elena, I think you should take your foot back first."
"Brother-in-law was the one who grabbed it first. You absolutely cannot shoot now... Sister is definitely about to finish her talks with Sister Elisa; there's only this little time left."
"..."
If the sister-in-law during the day was half-refusing and half-welcoming.
Then the current her was completely immersed in it.
Thump.
The nun came downstairs, holding a roll of parchment.
"There are some things I need to double-check with her."
"Mr. Silas, why don't you stay here? When she gets up tomorrow morning, you must make sure Elena eats her breakfast before letting her go to the church. Cure her of the bad habit of not eating breakfast."
"..."
The nun had only come back to fetch something.
Smooch.
She seemed quite happy that Silas was staying to correct her sister-in-law's eating habits. She even kissed Silas shyly.
"..."
So.
It looked like Miss Nun wouldn't be coming back tonight either.
Perhaps because of those words, the sister-in-law under the table, who had only been rubbing with one foot, now put both feet up. She directly used her toes to unzip him. Generously clamping onto it.
"Sister has been gone for several minutes."
"You can... shoot it out..."
"..."
The friction from the lines of the black fishnet stockings urged Silas to release.
Jingle jangle...
Without her boots on, the bell on her ankle also swayed, making a crisp sound.
"Elena, you've changed."
"Eh?"
"Before, let alone running into Miss Rose coming back. Even mentioning her name would make you very nervous."
"I-I'm very nervous right now too..."
"So nervous you're soaked?"
Silas formed a tentacle with his right hand and touched the inner side of her slightly closed skirt. It was dripping wet.
"I just have this kind of... constitution where I can't control myself when I'm nervous. Besides, brother-in-law definitely wouldn't watch me lose face. Being discovered by Sister."
Her toes picked up the pace.
"Hiss."
How could he hold back now?
He gave it to her.
"If Sister isn't coming back tonight, then I can..."
But Elena clearly wasn't satisfied, and stopped eating. She walked over, leaned on the edge of the table, and stuck out her buttocks.
"I don't know when the next time we can be like this will be."
"So... come in."
"..."
She was indeed very proactive.
In the end, she even used the tablecloth to roll up all the bowls and chopsticks, tossed them aside, and chose to lie on the table.
After she was exhausted, Silas had to carry her to the bathroom.
After showering, they lay in Miss Rose's bed.
If you ask why...
Because there were only three rooms; Leah's room was kept very clean. Elena's was too cramped, with documents all over the bed and floor. And both of theirs were single beds; only Miss Rose had a double bed.
"Ever since Sister Siya barged in that day, and we did that together... after fainting from embarrassment."
"I felt that it really wasn't a big deal."
"Since I've decided to be the best lover, I can accept anything. Anyway... it's all for brother-in-law."
"..."
"So, doing this kind of thing in Miss Rose's bed is fine too?"
"Of course it wouldn't normally be fine, but here... it actually won't be discovered. The bed already has brother-in-law's scent on it. You just did it..."
Elena paused.
She took out some non-fishnet black stockings from Miss Rose's wardrobe; normal ones.
"I occasionally wear Sister's nun's habit too..."
"But what you're holding are stockings. Suspenders, no less."
"I-I know!"
Her face flushed completely red, but she still turned her back to Silas, bent her legs, and put the stockings on.
"It's just... am I even half as cute as Sister..."
"..."
He didn't know what his sister-in-law was mumbling or thinking about. But it was just too erotic.
The nail polish she had just applied could be clearly seen through the stockings at her toes, black with a hint of pink. Compared to Miss Rose's red, it had a somewhat youthful feel.
However, her figure was full enough to be anything but youthful. Her breasts weren't inverted, skipping a step that needed training, but stood straight up... stating frankly that she had desires. That seemed pretty good too.
"You are you. There's no such thing as half."
"Can't you say it? Compared to Sister's body, I..."
"Both are outstanding. Alright, I'm going to pin the current Pope beneath me."
"..."
Miss Elena lay on the bed, looking away. Her thighs spread slightly.
Speaking of which.
His sister-in-law seemed to naively believe that as long as she scooped it out with her fingers and washed clean after being creampied, it would be fine.
"Elena, I'll tell you a secret."
"?"
"No matter how clean you wash afterward. Whether you get pregnant or not is decided the moment I shoot inside."
"Eh?! Then... w-wait a minute, in my room there are... hah..."
Whether there were or not, Silas wouldn't wear them. He hugged his sister-in-law's slender legs together, resting them in front of him. And just pressed down.
"..."
"There's only one way left."
"When it's born, I'll lie and say it's Sister's child. Sister and I look seventy to eighty percent alike, and brother-in-law did it with both of us... then why there's a child without her belly getting big or giving birth, the body's abnormalities... If I just put the child by her bed while Sister is sleeping..."
Staring at the crevice constantly overflowing with filth, she started talking nonsense out of anxiety.
"You can't shoot inside anymore; two children would be impossible to explain... woo."
"..."
It didn't take long.
Elena had no time to think anymore.
"Brother-in-law, you gave it all to me... what if Sister comes back tomorrow?"
"That's not something you should worry about."
"Does brother-in-law really want me to have a child?"
"Mmh."
"Then in the future, how should I tell the child about his father..."
"It's me."
"Brother-in-law... do you still want to?"
Her eyes were already closed, but her hand moved to Silas's area. Stroking slowly.
"Elena, go to sleep."
"No, if I sleep... I don't know when the next time..."
"..."
Silas never thought Miss Nun leaving for one night truly counted as a rare opportunity. As long as he wanted, he could go to the Church and take Elena away anytime.
But his sister-in-law probably genuinely felt it was a precious opportunity, so she asked for it so proactively.
He captured her warm lips, and her tongue lazily wrapped around his. In just a few days, her kissing technique had improved a lot.
Clearly, her stamina wasn't enough to support another round, and no matter how reluctant she was, she had already fallen asleep.
"..."
Silas sighed.
He hugged her shoulders and pulled out the hair she was lying on. It was also stained with quite a bit of scent. One day, his sister-in-law would be lying openly in Miss Rose's bed.
As for now.
[The new trial dungeon is ready.]
[Start the game immediately?]
Silas's thoughts were different from the nun and the others'.
Why bother looking for the Roman Church?
After finding them, what else is behind them?
He still had to become stronger himself. Just stay here, it doesn't matter who comes.
[Yes/No]
Bring it on, the long-awaited trial. This time, whether it's an acquaintance or a stranger, even if he's lustful, there's no type lacking in his own backyard. From mature women to whatever, he had it all.
With his sexuality completely unsuppressed, and a sister-in-law like this lying beside him, there couldn't possibly be any more craving for female charms in his eyes.
Extra: Another Wedding (Leave of Absence)
Opening her eyes.
Elisa found herself standing naked in front of a bronze mirror.
"Is it really okay that your skin is so white?"
"It would be better if it were a little darker..."
The maid was chattering away behind her as she dressed her.
"..."
What appeared in the mirror was a flawless body; although her breasts were large, they didn't sag from the weight. They were perfectly full, and even that touch of crimson seemed to be perfectly placed.
A wedding dress.
This was considered Miss Elisa's shadow.
She didn't understand; she should have been stood up, waiting alone in the room until dawn, and finally...
"What are you thinking about?"
"Put the stockings on yourself; I need to change clothes too."
"Eh?"
Suddenly tapped on the shoulder, Miss Elisa couldn't help but shrink her neck.
What went wrong?
The wedding dress in the mirror was airy, its pure white color very distinct. The texture was also very real.
What the maid threw over was...
White pantyhose, the kind that wraps the buttocks as well.
"Why haven't you put them on yet? You were the one who insisted on wearing them, and now you find it troublesome?"
"..."
Stunned for a long time, the maid had already returned, and Elisa still hadn't moved.
"Y-you, why are you also..."
Before her eyes, Maid Dorothy had also changed into a wedding dress.
"Wow, you wouldn't be planning to back out now, would you, you despicable Empress?"
"What?"
"You said it yourself, I'm the dowry! I've been humiliated enough; if even you play me like this, watch out or I'll die right in front of you."
"..."
Miss Elisa sat on the edge of the bed, the sense of reality becoming clearer.
She touched the somewhat cold white pantyhose. Rolling them into a loop, she slowly put them on. The stockings perfectly wrapped the curves of her legs; her already white legs, now illuminated by the oil lamp, appeared flawless and proportionate.
"I... right now I'm..."
"What are you? Just sit here and wait. You go out first, and I'll go out after. Who made me the concubine?"
"..."
Miss Elisa sat upright on the bed. Her hands and feet began to sweat.
Because all the furnishings before her eyes were exactly the same as in her memory. The bridal chamber, the closed door, the clothes she was wearing... and, the waiting.
"Why are you so nervous?"
"I should be the one who's nervous... Teacher hasn't even said whether he wants me or not, and I'm just doing this."
"..."
But that hand was quickly held by the maid beside her.
"Don't worry, you are breathtakingly beautiful right now. I guarantee teacher will be mesmerized by you. Should I put on stockings like you too?"
"..."
The bell chimed again.
To Miss Elisa, it was like a death knell.
Her body unconsciously began to tremble. She was terrified of becoming the laughingstock of the Holy City again, and even more terrified of suddenly losing him again.
Clatter.
There was a knock on the door.
"Michelle, the Duke is here."
"..."
Her mood didn't calm down upon hearing her aunt's call; instead, she grew even more nervous. She couldn't tell if the present was real, or if the memory in her head of everything falling apart was the reality.
Trembling, she walked out the door.
She easily saw the man standing there in a standard tailcoat.
"..."
Outside, there were many noble ladies with gleaming eyes, staring at him intently.
"Cher, come."
Her hand was taken, and a maid helped carry the train of her dress behind her. Just like that, they boarded the carriage.
"Why do you keep staring at me?"
The man asked.
"Maybe because teacher looks very handsome today."
"..."
Miss Elisa's cheeks flushed. She genuinely felt that way.
The man before her not only performed a very standard hand-kissing gesture, but he also didn't bully her like before. His smile was also very gentle.
"Dorothy, you really put on a wedding dress?"
"Teacher can publicly repudiate me. Make me unable to step down."
"That's not necessary. But Cher's thought is..."
"..."
Being stared at by two pairs of eyes simultaneously, Miss Elisa's toes inside her high heels instantly clenched.
"Dorothy is... very cute too..."
"..."
Is this real or fake?
Just like that, they paraded through the entire Holy City normally.
"Oh, the Duke is going to consummate the marriage with Her Majesty the Empress."
"With their genes, the throne will be hereditary from now on, right..."
"..."
Amidst an atmosphere of cheering, they entered the mansion under the watchful eyes of many.
There were many wreaths placed on the bed. The furniture was all newly replaced.
"Cher."
"Eh? Wait... then..."
Before Miss Elisa could react, she had already been pushed down onto the bed. Her back pressed against the wreaths.
She only now realized that the man's thing had already grown very large.
Her lifted feet, calves, and ankles were quickly moistened by his tongue.
"Why are you always... licking there..."
"Because Cher specially changed into them. They can't be seen under the skirt. Only I can see them."
"Lech..."
In the past, she would have scolded him very directly, but today she was very shy and spoke softly.
She stopped thinking about anything else.
Her endurance had reached its limit.
Slurp~
She began to actively demand kisses. Only letting go when she was completely out of breath.
"So mean..."
"Are teacher and Michelle completely ignoring me?"
"..."
Only now did she remember that there was a maid beside them.
Miss Elisa wasn't prepared to do it together with the maid, but the crotch of her pantyhose had already been torn open.
Clearly, she was already in the mood.
Being stared at by the maid beside her made her feel even more embarrassed.
"Y-aren't you the dowry? You join in too... ah."
Unable to bear it any longer, she lifted the maid's skirt, only to find that her inner thighs were soaked.
"You... erotic maid!"
"What can I do! I never dreamed this could happen..."
"..."
How did the man view this scene?
He just smiled.
Then he reached out both hands, caressing both sides simultaneously.
"Hah..."
At first, Miss Elisa could grit her teeth and endure it.
"Ah, it feels so good... Teacher, I want more."
But watching the maid moan increasingly outrageously, even actively lifting her buttocks, she couldn't take it anymore.
"Mgh..."
She just couldn't help but let out a small cry. Then she noticed the man's tent pitching even higher.
He really couldn't hold back either, right?
Taking off his pants, that... that huge thing was exposed.
Who was he going to enter first?
"I've desired teacher so shamefully, is Michelle just going to get away with a soft moan? And she's using her butt!"
The maid seemed very jealous.
"..."
That's right.
The place of entry was the buttocks. That meant...
"Cher, you tell Dorothy, why did I enter here?"
"Eh?"
"Say it."
"I-I don't know...!"
Just enduring the foreign object coming in was hard enough; where would she have the energy to speak?
"Dorothy probably doesn't know yet, right? Cher's unique trait means she can only get pregnant through her buttocks."
"Eh?"
"..."
Why did he have to say it out loud?!
"Meaning, teacher plans to let Cher have a child, what about me?"
"We'll talk about it later."
"Why am I always 'we'll talk about it later'!"
"..."
Miss Elisa wasn't used to having someone else around. Even less used to someone else hearing this kind of topic; she simply hooked the man's waist with her feet and started moving slowly.
"Cher?"
"H-hurry up, stop talking."
This was the limit of what she could do.
As that foreign object started moving, her body grew hotter and hotter.
The Succubus's true nature was drawn out.
Squelch squelch.
With so much water in the honey pot, it naturally produced very loud sounds when swaying.
But the man didn't just attend to her the whole time.
Occasionally he would pull out and go to the maid beside her.
Even when it felt like he was about to shoot, he moved over.
"Michelle?"
"First in mine... then go over."
She almost tyrannically made the man, whose thing was coated in transparent threads, return to her body. That momentary satisfaction made her lower abdomen arch up.
"Just a little while, and you feel empty?"
"Don't ask... lick my stomach..."
Her face was already completely red, and even her body had a slight pinkish hue. Completely disregarding the resentful maid beside her.
"My breasts too..."
Miss Elisa could clearly feel the cherry on top of her breast meat being held in the man's mouth. His tongue swirling around the erected tip, as if trying to suck out the juices.
"Hah ah..."
She lifted her buttocks, her whole body trembling.
The warm current inside her honey pot pulsed out wave after wave. Contracting.
"I haven't even started yet."
"?"
Before she could react, the thing inside her cavity had already started actively pumping.
The hem of the wedding dress under her buttocks was definitely soaked and ruined. It was clearly the only one of its kind, taking so long to custom-make...
But she had no time to care about these things anymore.
She just wanted to feel the warmth inside her body more, without thinking about anything.
Had he already shot?
Miss Elisa completely refused to let go of her feet wrapped in white silk, demanding kiss after kiss. When she felt him get hard again, she actively shifted her buttocks.
Perhaps, the honey pot was already full.
"Michelle! What about me! How many times have you gone!"
"Teacher! You said yourself you'd marry me too!"
"..."
She didn't care about the maid's voice either; she just wanted more.
"Silas, I want more..."
"But you can't fit any more."
"Who says... that entrance hasn't been used yet..."
"..."
Miss Elisa didn't know how much time had passed. When her consciousness cleared, she saw the maid riding on top of the man.
Asking the man over and over if he really liked her even a little bit?
'Maybe. You're also... quite cute.'
Just this kind of answer made the maid even more excited.
Consciousness interrupted.
When she truly woke up again, it was already dawn.
Miss Elisa felt her stomach was a bit weird, it had gotten heavier.
"Michelle, you're pregnant."
She saw the maid walking over.
"Eh? How is that possible, in just one night..."
"Don't you know how many times you let teacher shoot? It's almost catching up to what others do in a month. If teacher's physical constitution wasn't astonishing, I really feared he'd be drained dry by you."
"..."
Miss Elisa blushed.
But was it really true?
Her belly could get bigger in one night.
"What's so strange about this? You're carrying my child."
Seeing the man also walk in, Elisa stopped overthinking and just silently touched her bulging lower abdomen.
What should the child be named?
His surname is weird; how should it be incorporated?
The maid wasn't with them.
It was just simple, being led out by the hand.
"Wow, Her Majesty the Empress is pregnant?"
"Is it pregnancy?"
"..."
Her figure was very eye-catching.
Coming out, it seemed to be for buying loose clothes she could wear even when her belly got bigger.
But before she knew it, in the fitting room, the man wouldn't let her leave.
"When you're about to give birth, we won't be able to do it."
"Eh?"
"So, before then... I can't hold back."
"..."
But this is a fitting room.
Outside are other women picking out clothes. There's even the courtesan and such.
"If you can't hold back, the maid is still there..."
"That's different."
"..."
How is it different?
They're both women, and she's quite cute too.
"Hah."
Miss Elisa sighed, watching the man lift her feet again, kissing her calves, and then her inner thighs.
She slowly leaned against the wall and stood up.
"Then you... come in."
"Mmh?"
"I am your wife, so... next time we'll take care of it at home. It's very embarrassing outside..."
Miss Elisa could also become extremely accommodating. Or rather, who else should a wife show this side to, if not her husband?
"..."
Being sucked on her breasts again.
She could feel juices coming out.
"So this is Cher's breast milk..."
"Idiot, why do you have to spit it out to look at it after sucking..."
"Don't you occasionally spit it out to look at it after eating it?"
"Nonsense, I always swallow it directly!"
"Let me taste again, it's too little to tell if it's salty or plain."
"..."
How could breast milk be salty or plain? If you want to eat, just say so.
She felt the man was like a child right now. Slurp, slurp.
"..."
Someone knocked on the fitting room door, but she ignored it. She just stroked the man's hair.
"Your underwear is soaked."
"Then buy me new ones."
"Do you want crotchless or one-piece?"
"..."
Normally, Miss Elisa would curse at him.
But now.
"Whatever kind you like."
She had already achieved her wish of reviving her family. What remained was only the goal of being a good wife.
So.
What does it matter to occasionally respond to his perverted requests or jokes?
"Elisa."
"Your Highness Elisa... wake up."
"..."
But maybe, she had known it was a dream all along.
"Why are you sleeping with the quilt rolled up into a ball like this? What if you catch a cold... Tsk, it's soaking wet too. Going into heat early in the morning."
The maid criticized without hesitation.
"..."
Miss Elisa just sat up blankly and touched her stomach.
There was no bulge.
And no milk in her breasts.
"Michelle?"
"Why are you... sigh."
"..."
"It's nothing, just a dream. Help me get my clothes ready."
It really didn't matter; it was just a strange dream she often had.
"..."
It was just that, while the maid was dressing her.
Miss Elisa suddenly remembered the scenes from the dream.
"Dorothy."
"What's wrong? Want me to tell you a joke? Okay, let's say there was a monk..."
"No. When we find him, you can go over as a dowry too."
"Eh?"
"As my personal maid. You need to serve me for life."
"Then do I have to serve teacher too? You're treating me like a tool!"
"Treating you as a good friend."
"..."
The maid silently hugged her from behind, "Daring to treat an ambitious maid like me as a good friend, I see your days as Empress are numbered. But if we really find him, I will do that."
"In the dream, you sat by the bed watching. Anxious."
"What?"
"Literally."
"How is that possible! I might not be as good as you in other things, but when it comes to arousing a man's desire, I'm a professional!"
"Then teach me."
"?"
"Aren't you a professional?"
"I-I just read a lot of theory; my only subject of practice is teacher..."
"Then you're worse than me."
Miss Elisa's mood didn't drop because of the dream. Instead, she felt more motivated.
Today, she also had to actively find ways to expand the territory.
Even if he couldn't be found, she wouldn't become degenerate and negative because of it... she was still the diligent Empress.