Late night.
Elisa waited expectantly, peeking out the window several times, but Silas still hadn't returned.
It wasn't that she intended to stalk him.
She was just... really hungry.
She wanted to know what Silas was doing so secretly—if he was out indulging in depravity again, doing this and that with those noble ladies.
But as it turned out, she had completely misunderstood.
She had seen Silas entering taverns and moving through places filled with a rough crowd. Occasionally slipping money... occasionally chatting with thugs.
"So, what are the Cardinal Archbishop's usual hobbies?"
"That Archbishop... don't talk nonsense, how would I know the hobbies of such a great man?"
"..."
He was gathering information about the Church.
She felt a sense of inferiority.
Ever since she received the reply from her aunt, she had been alternating between excitement and starvation, hiding in the woods by day and traveling desperately by night. She finally reached the Holy City... and if it weren't for him, she would have died long ago.
Now that she knew the truth and had returned... she relied on him for a place to stay and an identity.
In contrast, he immediately threw himself into investigating the Church. Meanwhile, she had only barely gotten used to the academy atmosphere and being able to talk to those noble ladies.
In fact, Elisa had wanted to stop Silas and ask him about it several times. But seeing him actually sneak into the Church made her feelings very complicated.
Why go to such lengths?
The Princess was also trying. For example, enduring the disgust of talking to those noble girls to learn about the current situation in the Holy City. But compared to Silas's lightning-fast progress, she felt increasingly inadequate.
She definitely had to talk to him, right?
Thinking back, her initial impression of him was terrible because she had witnessed him getting intimate with female students back when she was still a Succubus. She had ignored the reasons behind his "depravity."
Moreover, she definitely should thank him.
Being alive was good, and after eating that stuff... her body had become stronger. Lately, she could even stay under the sun for half an hour.
Slap.
She slapped her own cheeks.
No hypnosis.
This time, she would thank him openly and properly. Royalty could also bow their heads to express gratitude. Then, if he was willing to share intel with her... what reward should she give?
She really did have money, but it was hidden far away. If she didn't count the money, what else... she only had the hereditary tokens she brought with her. Those were priceless treasures, but she couldn't give them away.
Ah.
She could call it a pledge and "bestow" it upon him for now. If she survived, she could redeem it later.
Ugh, so embarrassing.
She had never used such a method to reward someone before. But at least he wouldn't look at her with that "you're clearly poor, why talk about rewards" look again, right?
"..."
Elisa waited for a long time, but Silas still didn't return.
She couldn't help but feel a bit worried.
If Silas snuck into the Church and got caught, what then? Like that terrifying thing her aunt had become—she had been too scared to move... even if he could kill one, what if ten or a hundred came out?
She wanted to go out and look, but she felt that he might truly be confident enough to come and go as he pleased. If she went... she would just be walking into a trap. He might even have to turn back and save her after already escaping.
She couldn't owe him any more; she could never pay it back!
Unknowingly, Elisa fell asleep leaning against the table.
"Mmh? ...Did this little chef fall asleep from hunger?"
She heard a movement in her daze.
"..."
I did not!
"Damn it, where did that Cardinal Archbishop go? His house is gone and he doesn't even come back to look?"
"What a pain."
"..."
Eh?
Why is he picking me up?
W-What is he going to do?!
Just as Elisa was debating whether to open her eyes and use hypnosis, she realized Silas did nothing. He just placed her on the floor mat and tucked her in.
She caught a faint, metallic scent of blood.
"..."
Elisa opened her eyes and sat up.
The bathroom door was half-open. Silas was sitting on a low stool, using tweezers to pull a lead bullet out of his shoulder.
He could only blame himself for wanting to finish the task in one step.
Setting the cathedral on fire wasn't enough; he ran inside to confirm if the Cardinal Archbishop had died within. Consequently, he got shot. Luckily, he didn't have to restart. He was right; X-Ray vision wasn't blocked by thick smoke, but breathing in too much smoke was agonizing. On the other hand, the partially burned living dead didn't care about that kind of damage at all.
"Mmh?"
He saw her. Elisa, whom he thought was asleep, was standing blankly at the door.
Clink.
Silas tossed the lead bullet into the latrine. "Something wrong?"
"W-What do you mean! What did you do out there?!"
"You should know. You've been stalking me, did you think I wouldn't notice?"
"I'm asking because I know!"
"Weren't you looking for a chance to leave and investigate for revenge? I said I'd help you; you just stay at the academy."
"..."
Elisa opened her mouth, but the words felt stuck in her throat.
She didn't understand him at all.
Looking at the bloody hole in Silas's shoulder, she immediately walked over and bit her own finger.
"?"
"M-My blood will be helpful for healing the wound."
"Hiss."
Silas indeed felt a tingling sensation where the blood entered. "Wait, how do I remember the Duchess saying that using your blood would make one very excited for a while, then they'd die?"
"They won't die!"
Elisa grabbed a towel to help wipe away the blood. "W-Why did you run off to investigate the Church... it has nothing to do with you."
"...It has quite a bit to do with me. As the sword instructor of the Holy City, how can I say the city's future has nothing to do with me?"
"..."
"Besides, I told you, I won't watch you go to your death. After all, I'm your uncle now."
"..."
Elisa, rare for her, didn't argue. She just used the towel to wipe Silas's shoulder and back, then brought bandages.
She felt ashamed.
She was the one who said she wanted revenge, but the man in front of her—the one she previously couldn't stand—had actually been helping all along.
"It's just a small wound, no big deal. Don't run around tomorrow; just stay at the academy and attend your classes."
Silas actually lay down.
For his current constitution, that shoulder wound was truly minor. It wasn't like modern bullets that shatter into fragments. It was just a regular lead ball.
"..."
But the Princess couldn't sleep at all. Outside the academy, it was getting noisier and noisier. There was also a bit of choking smoke.
She got up and peeked from the balcony.
The Holy City Cathedral was in a very prominent location; even if the academy was some distance away, it was visible.
Just like the day Silas rescued her from the Duke's mansion, a hot, thick fog spread. Commoners were watching the spectacle while nobles and knights rushed to extinguish the fire. Unfortunately, the fire was too large; pouring water bucket by bucket couldn't put it out.
She thought back again to everything from the moment she met Silas until now.
Twice he saved her without asking for a reward. Once he brought her back to the Holy City... when he could have just fled far away. If he wanted her body, he could have done more than just use her hands; he could have locked her in a sunless basement.
He didn't have to bring her to this academy or live together. He didn't have to fabricate a plausible identity for her.
He called himself her uncle...
But her real uncle was not only not as good as him, but like her aunt, was a despicable traitor who caused the death of her parents and buried all the glory of the Elisa family.
And even after all that, he wasn't finished. He was still fighting the Church.
Mmh.
She kept saying she wanted revenge, knowing she couldn't die for nothing... yet she had made zero progress. She was even just using hypnosis to swallow his "essence."
She had heard noble girls talking—that "thing" of a man isn't infinite. Doing it too many times would hurt his health.
"I'm sorry..."
Looking at the tired Silas who had already fallen asleep, she whispered.
"I won't eat so much anymore... just occasionally, a little bit."
"W-When you're teaching swordsmanship during the day, that... hard thing poking me, I won't complain anymore. T-That can't be helped, right? After all, I am a girl. And a pretty one."
"If you... really want to, I-I will... use my hands again... mgh."
At this point, Elisa became too embarrassed to continue.
"..."
Silas, who was almost asleep, felt the thing in his pants wake up after hearing her ramble on.
Actually, it wasn't just that; a warm current surged from the spot where she had dripped her blood on his shoulder, all the way down to his "little head."
He wasn't sure how good her blood was for healing, but its aphrodisiac effect was definitely real.
"Eh... why are you..."
Elisa suddenly noticed Silas's underwear bulging.
"..."
So, what should he do now? Silas was truly tired and wanted to sleep. Piling up suitable fuel in the cathedral and lighting it... then entering the fire to check if the Bishop was dead... it sounds simple, but it wasn't something a normal person could pull off in a short time.
But now, he was getting more and more energetic.
"Does it... feel good?"
Her small hand suddenly gripped it, stroking.
"?"
"I-I don't know... if you solve the Church's business, what will I do... how should I reward you? L-Let's just do this... gratitude and reward together. The Elisa family always settles debts clearly!"
"..."
Silas heard the sound of buttons being undone, followed by the friction of clothes.
Squinting slightly, he saw she had already taken off her coat, her cheeks very flushed. Her snowy curves were squeezed by her bra, creating a very nice cleavage.
"T-This is the maximum I can do! I didn't hypnotize you... and it's not to fill my stomach."
Elisa was mumbling.
She was very shy.
But if she didn't do this, she wouldn't be able to face Silas tomorrow.
"..."
She actually clamped it between her breasts.
It was wonderful.
Silas could see his member disappearing and reappearing between her mounds. The little chef smelled the scent and started salivating, instinctively lowering her head.
"..."
She immediately shuddered. "N-No, it's not for drinking!"
It looked agonizing even to watch.
Although she was being very serious, she was truly too inexperienced. In this position, sticking out her tongue to give it a lick would feel incredible.
After a long time, Silas only got harder and harder, with no sign of ending.
"Why hasn't it come out yet... usually it goes biu-biu after just a moment."
She was getting a bit anxious too. "Is it because of the hypnosis... I can't use it, it wouldn't be sincere if I did."
A pity.
This was just Silas deliberately suppressing it, not giving it to her.
He didn't hold back any longer.
In an instant, the filth almost clogged her cleavage, and quite a lot stuck to her chin.
"Haa... finally finished."
"Hold it, can't drink..."
He saw her painfully grab a towel to wipe off what was on her body, staring intently at the remains on Silas for a good while, then forcefully closing her eyes. One hand pinched her nose to avoid the scent, while the other used the towel to help Silas wipe.
"...Eh?"
But as she wiped, she felt something was wrong. Why was it hard again?
If she did it again, she definitely wouldn't be able to resist.
But if she didn't handle it... if he woke up this hard tomorrow, it wouldn't count as a reward; it would just make him uncomfortable.
"..."
Elisa watched quietly for a moment, then suddenly gritted her teeth. "T-The last time! Stay further away... I can use my hands, or even my feet, right?"
"?"
Silas watched as Elisa sat at the end of the bed, extended her toes, then pulled them back.
"No, that's too impolite... at least I should wash them cleaner."
She actually felt her already-washed feet were dirty and went to the bathroom to wipe them carefully with a towel again.
"This should be fine."
Then she came back and extended her toes again to press against him. Finding that one foot was hard to control Silas's direction, she used both feet to clamp him.
"...I'm sorry, t-that... if I'm too close I really won't be able to resist, and my feet have been wiped again, they are very clean! So..."
She started moving.
She had no idea how stimulating it was for Silas to see her legs spread like that, exposing her panties, while her curved toes clamped him.
"Elisa, I can't hold back."
"...Eek?!"
This was the second time he pinned her down.
But this time she knew clearly there was no hypnosis. Before she could even think of hypnotizing him, she was already pinned under Silas. Her panties were pulled to the side in an instant.
"W-Wait! Haaah! It hurts..."
Her protection as a maiden was gone.
The searing, erect object pierced through her body.
"T-This can't happen, Dorothy... haa... will be sad."
Even though it hurt immensely at first, Elisa soon felt a sensation ten times more pleasurable than simply feeding.
"Get out quickly... no..."
Her mind began to glaze over. Her hands, which were pressing against Silas's stomach to stop him, became increasingly weak.
"..."
"But, Miss Princess, your legs are locked around my waist."
"N-No they aren't."
If Silas didn't move, she could whimper a few words; but as soon as he moved a little, she immediately started shaking uncontrollably.
Her toes hooked onto Silas as if urging him to continue.
"Haa..."
By the time the warm current hit her, she was panting heavily, her eyes completely vacant.
The satisfaction surging from her lower abdomen was something that neither drinking blood nor feeding could compare to.
"..."
Silas didn't hold back at all. After finishing from the front, he flipped her over onto her stomach.
When everything ended.
A strange scent permeated the entire room. Elisa's curves rose and fell sharply, saliva dripping from her lips.
"Can you still move?"
Silas didn't regret it.
The little chef had no idea how lethal it was for a man to see those extended feet and that posture. Not being able to resist was simply that—there was nothing to defend.
"Forget everything!"
"?"
"..."
Her pupils glowed with a powerful red light. Hiss, she really evolved? It's no longer green light.
"Too much... turning me into this sticky mess all over..."
"..."
"What should I do? How am I going to face Dorothy tomorrow? she likes you so much, and I... I did this. Ugh... I should have just used hypnosis from the start."
"You have it easy, just sleeping after being hypnotized. I have to clean up everything... even though I was the one... it's starting to hurt again."
"Ugh. I'm never thanking you again!"
"..."
"I-If you really don't like her at all, and like me instead... what am I supposed to do?"
Mmh?
"If only I were still real royalty."
Why is it that after turning her into a woman, instead of resentment, she's curled up by his side?
"Thank you. I'll do it... even without hypnosis, I-I will... use my hands to help you."
Elisa only lay there for a short while before silently running off to clean. She took all the dirty clothes and sheets to the bathroom to wash them.
When she came back, she didn't forget to pry open Silas's eyelids and use hypnosis one more time.
"..."
Silas thought to himself.
Doing tasks by day, coming back at night to make the little chef meow, and then she has to be responsible for cleaning the scene and washing the clothes and sheets to pretend nothing happened... while he enjoys himself.
Hiss, am I really becoming a bit of a beast?