Late at night.
The room Elisa was staying in was very spacious.
Since there were no outsiders, she could take off her outer coat and sit on the edge of the bed without worrying about decorum. Her legs were slightly elevated.
The white silk stockings covering her thighs were stretched tight by this posture, revealing a glimpse of flesh tone beneath.
"We successfully dealt with the bandits and were preparing to burn the bodies to prevent a plague. Then they suddenly stood up with twisted limbs."
"..."
She rested her chin on one hand, listening to Silas report the incident.
Mmh.
So, the things the Church was tinkering with at the border—as mentioned in the intelligence—were these creatures?
Many years had passed.
Not only had the Holy City dug a real moat, but flintlock technology had advanced to include brand-new bullets that burst into flames upon impact.
The Duchy of Igna was still not large; it was far from her goal of having everything within sight belong to the Elisa Royal Family. However, she had found Silas. Was there any need to persist with aggressive territorial expansion anymore?
Even though she still detested the Church... who said she couldn't take a break?
"Finally, I coincidentally discovered that the living corpses seem to be very afraid of fire."
"We lured them into the bonfires prepared by the team and burned them all to death."
"..."
Seeing that Silas had finished speaking. But in fact, Elisa hadn't really been listening; she was simply staring at the man before her.
What did a nun matter?
If there must be a struggle, then let there be a struggle. She had thought it through—even if the Arch-Nun really had some connection with the Duke who disappeared for a hundred years and reappeared looking twenty. So what?
He didn't recognize her? So what?
Just like in the beginning, on his way back from the monastery, she had intentionally gotten injured to wait for him to find her. At that time, she hadn't decided whether to seek revenge or something else after becoming intimate.
Now Elisa had made up her mind.
"Mmh. I understand. I will write a letter to my relatives in the Holy City."
Elisa stood up.
"Relatives? You mean... the Empress?"
"Yes. Perhaps Her Majesty will be very interested and credit you. It's very possible you'll be promoted to nobility for this."
"Your Highness, this is just a small matter."
"Are we going to be this formal when it's just the two of us? In the stable before, you weren't like this."
Elisa deliberately leaned closer, but she couldn't see any panic from Silas.
This is how it should be, right?
Even if he didn't remember, he was never one to get nervous easily.
"I'm going to take a bath. You... just sit here for a while."
"Your Highness Elisa is taking a bath? I can head back first."
"Do you really not want to chat with me that much?"
"That's not it."
"Good, just sit here. I'll be quick. I can't sleep yet anyway."
"..."
He watched Elisa pick up clean clothes and head out.
The bath in the Lord's mansion was in a separate courtyard, served by maids.
But why was he left in her room?
Was something going to happen tonight?
Silas wouldn't refuse. After all, there was no downside for him.
However, he was still contemplating. The game, the anti-addiction system. Weakening the emotions invested after playing for too long.
Would they, as samples, also be affected? For instance, having a mysterious fondness for him because of it.
In terms of self-interest.
It was obviously a good thing. Maybe... in reality, he could even have both the nun and the Princess on his arms.
But he couldn't do that.
It was like in the game, after confirming a relationship with Elisa. There were still plenty of opportunities with various noble ladies, courtesans, and even Dorothy—things he was sure Elisa wouldn't find out about. He didn't do it.
In the real world, even more so. Silas distinguished the Princess before him very clearly from the Elisa in the game. He wouldn't treat them as the same person.
"..."
Elisa wasn't lying.
She usually bathed slowly, but this time it only took half an hour before she returned in private clothes. Unlike the daytime in the Lord's reception room, her skirt was much shorter, only reaching her knees. White tights led down to short leather boots.
On her upper body was a dress with slightly puffed sleeves at the shoulders. The neckline didn't show cleavage, but her snow-white neck was visible.
Her snow-white hair was wrapped in a towel, with a few wet strands clinging to her face.
There were no hair dryers in the Middle Ages; one could only rub it dry or let it air dry.
So.
After reporting on the living corpses, what did she want to talk about?
"I thought you would have been bold enough to leave."
"I wouldn't do that."
"Tell me a story. I only know you're a groom, but why is your swordsmanship so incredible? I heard you're from the East—what is it like over there?"
"..."
The East?
There's the Oriental Pearl Tower.
"What is the Oriental Pearl?"
"Uh, a very tall building... think of it as a high tower. Does Your Highness know the Tower of Babel?"
"What is that?"
"..."
"Oh, so people from the East can kill a bull at birth?"
"Correct."
"Do you take me for a three-year-old child?"
"..."
Silas made up a lot of nonsense. About how everyone in the East knows Wing Chun from birth, and as soon as the umbilical cord is cut, they have to fight their siblings with Jeet Kune Do, and only the survivors live.
Unconsciously.
He noticed Elisa's eyelids closing. Her hair carried a fragrance, and she leaned wetly against Silas's shoulder.
Her thighs, wrapped in white silk, also leaned against Silas's knee.
He simply wanted to reach out.
"..."
So, Silas placed his hand on Elisa's thigh. Perhaps because she had just bathed, the tights had a tiny bit of dampness. They were very soft.
Elisa did not react.
Silas lifted her hem further and looked at her belly. The pink silver crest had spread its small wings, very clear. There was still some moisture from the bath in her navel.
Her underwear was cute. Originally a plain white lace bra that covered most of her, but a wide silk ribbon had been added across the top, tied in a bow in the middle. The triangular space created by the ribbon at her cleavage was very tempting to stick a finger into.
"...What are you doing?"
Elisa woke up. After all, her breasts were being kneaded through her clothes until they were deformed, becoming more and more unrestrained.
"Kneading your breasts."
Silas answered quite frankly.
"You can't... be so forceful... ngh."
Elisa did not resist, having no objection even when her lips were taken.
"..."
Silas was no longer limited to the outside of the bra; he reached inside to fiddle with the erect cherries.
"Hah..."
The exposed color was still so vivid.
So, what about between her thighs?
He reached in through her panties and confirmed the shape. It was a "little bun" (puffy pussy).
He hadn't looked with X-ray vision. He didn't feel like using it. He'd just confirm it personally.
"W-wait... ugh!"
"..."
Silas's index finger slipped into her narrow slit. It was very tight, not looking at all like it had ever been used.
Everything seemed identical to the game.
Physically, probably.
But the behavior had changed. Silas didn't ask the Princess for much foreplay.
"That thing of yours..."
The Princess, barely covering her chest, lay on the bed, panting heavily, not quite daring to look at Silas's member.
"..."
Silas pushed inside. The inside was very warm, almost at a melting temperature.
"S-slow down... it hurts."
"..."
He could feel the smooth, white-silked feet clamping onto his lower back, and he could see the cherries standing erect. He could even feel that Elisa was somewhat inexperienced.
"Hah... ugh."
"..."
The first time for the Elisa in the game, she would endure it with great stoicism.
The Princess before him had that hymen and was equally capable of enduring.
"...Hah."
He felt she was very nervous. She held him very tightly.
Her inside was also pulsating, sucking.
Silas looked with X-ray vision. Her internal structure was the same as the Elisa in the game, featuring a semen-storage organ.
"Your Highness Elisa should be getting used to it by now?"
"Mmh... slowly... it doesn't hurt anymore."
There were still some tears in Elisa's eyes.
"Then I'm going to start."
Squish!
Silas simply discovered that no matter how much the body was a 1:1 replica, there wouldn't be such deep, invested emotion. Where did the irritation come from?
What was the point?
But, wasn't it just as comfortable after entering? Wasn't the Princess, who was meowing softly, just the same?
"Hah!"
He lifted her feet wrapped in white silk and pressed her buttocks hard beneath him.
"..."
When he licked her toes, he noticed her face turned even redder. Her body was trembling.
"Ugh!"
"..."
He was all the way in. The slit couldn't immediately close into a fine line, as crimson and mixed fluids flowed out.
Silas didn't tear her white silk. He just rolled them down to her calves. Now they were completely off, hanging from one toe. Enough to spread her thighs.
Gluck.
Then, Silas continued to thrust inside.
He unreservedly sucked on the cherries of her breasts. Her feet, her toes clenched within the stockings, swung back and forth, enduring the impact.
"Hah..."
Perhaps the speed of the impact was getting faster and faster.
Elisa could less and less restrain her gasping. She clung tightly to Silas's neck, as if wanting to press him against her soft white mounds and have him lick them forever.
Slurp.
Silas didn't disappoint her. His tongue constantly flicked the increasingly engorged cherries. They were already covered in saliva.
"..."
He came.
But this time not inside, but flowing onto Elisa's navel.
"Your Highness Elisa, I intend to use your breasts."
"..."
Paizuri?
Elisa looked away and didn't respond, only silently waiting for Silas to place his member into the cleavage.
"Does... does this feel good?"
"Yes."
"..."
Her pain wasn't faked.
A succubus's hymen will regrow if they haven't absorbed "that stuff" for too long. She gave it to him a hundred years ago, and she was still giving it to him now.
She wasn't actually abandoned, was she? She just waited for a long time. Endured for a long time.
"..."
Silas didn't ejaculate in Elisa's cleavage. He inserted it back into the warm cavity.
"Does it feel good, Your Highness?"
"D-don't... ask me that... hah... and... don't... call me Your Highness."
"Then what should I call Your Highness Elisa?"
"I have a nickname... ngh... call me Elisa, or my nickname Michelle is fine."
"..."
He didn't wait for Silas's answer.
He only waited for the burning thing to enter her again. Elisa clenched her teeth. She could feel her cervix being hit repeatedly.
How long had it been?
More than a century without being pressed down like this, greedily absorbing... filling her stomach. But more than her increasingly satisfied appetite, she was happier that the troublesome nun had exited the stage.
Do it more.
Fall in love with me again. Will he find me cute again?
"..."
After heartily letting the Princess's narrow passage overflow.
Silas and she both lay naked on the bed.
There was no need to go back to the stable. He just held the Princess's snow-white body. When bored, he could knead her tits and fiddle with the still-engorged cherries.
"You... you did this to me."
Seeing the Princess barely cover her body with the blanket, biting her lip and asking in a small voice, "You'll come back to the Holy City with me, right? I... I can't marry anyone else now."
"Of course I will."
"Mmh."
She showed a bit of happy shyness. "Then... do you want more? Although I haven't done it... after getting used to it, it doesn't hurt that much."
"I've had enough. Elisa, sleep if you want to."
Silas didn't use the name "Michelle." Deliberately.
"Then, hold me."
Was she acting spoiled?
Strands of hair sticky with sweat were pressed by her cheek. She kept her eyes open, snuggling against his arm. Then, she closed them again with satisfaction.
"..."
The night was completely silent.
He wasn't fighting a field battle; Silas wouldn't specifically pay attention to what was happening outside. But after adding attributes, his five senses were very sharp.
Someone was outside. Approaching with very light movements, leaving with very light movements.
That was the Arch-Nun.
It might be an absurd thought.
If everything in the game was real. Being obsessed over by the nun and the Princess at the same time would undoubtedly mean he was screwed.
His messy intertwining with the Princess next to him—besides actually being tempted by her snow-white tits—also came from the idea that he'd know if she was a virgin by going in and checking the "components."
But she was undoubtedly a virgin!
"..."
Kneading the sleeping Elisa's tits.
Her slender arm unconsciously hugged Silas's hand.
"..."
Still hard to understand.
Why would the Arch-Nun outside show that kind of expression after peeping... very angry, yet having given up on something, looking profoundly pained? Anger he could understand as him not siding with the Church and choosing her rival. But pain?
The Princess's virgin status didn't dispel Silas's confusion either.
"..."
Silas inexplicably remembered the "bug fix" notification after his first completion.
So, what if the "malfunction" was them... being affected by that trashy game. It wasn't impossible.
The Arch-Nun could strangely come and go outside.
Then, with his current strength, going to the convent to peep would be no big deal. At least, he had to know why the Arch-Nun was so obsessed with him.