[The current live feed has ended.]
[Would you like to continue with a Regular Simulation or a Free Simulation?]
Stables.
Silas breathed a sigh of relief. That was truly a narrow escape from a hopeless situation.
Honestly, he should have noticed earlier that the terrain around the Holy City was plains; those tumbleweeds could be seen occasionally on the road.
But at that time, he was only focused on bypassing the villages of the Living Dead to find survivors, and didn't take Leitman's report about the Church's plan to capture the Holy City too seriously. Or rather, Silas thought they would be, at most, a small force of Living Dead combined with humans.
Who would have thought there were no people at all, not even a commander.
[You chose Regular Simulation.]
Still, he couldn't really call it "protagonist armor."
Six Regular Simulations plus two Free Simulations meant Elisa had died eight times. In the most tragic one, she probably set herself on fire to take the Living Dead down with her.
[Yesterday, you successfully utilized the horde's obsession with the Holy City, making them carry a vast amount of tumbleweeds to the city.]
[The groups of Living Dead converged, and the fire raged continuously. You took over command from Elisa, ordering the defense to focus solely on holding the city gates for the time being.]
[...]
[When you woke up the next morning, the horde was no longer as terrifying. Only a few hundred Living Dead with varying degrees of disability remained.]
[You personally led the charge, using bows and flintlocks to clear them first before leading the men out.]
[Thinking that it was unclear if there would be subsequent, more difficult hordes, you ordered everyone capable of moving to join you in setting traps along the perimeter of the Holy City.]
To put it bluntly.
Silas now felt the Holy City was just a larger version of the monastery—a more spacious safe house.
Back then, Fiona and the others had made full preparations to survive. Now, it was the same for him.
He couldn't just ignore everything just because the horde was resolved. Otherwise, if the same situation occurred again, there wouldn't be any tumbleweeds left to use.
[Noon.]
[Elisa woke up. You forcefully gave her your blood. After only a moment of hesitation, she bit into your shoulder.]
[You noticed she looked at you with a blurred gaze, seemingly wanting something more.]
[However, you believed that ensuring the safety of the city was more important than sex right now. You simply stroked her hair and told her to rest well.]
[...]
[Afternoon. Busy with work, you noticed the Princess had arrived in clean casual clothes, carrying a shovel. It seemed she heard what you intended to do and wanted to help.]
In the current environment, no one would blame her even if she slacked off, right?
[Digging pits, setting piercing traps, placing snares, or stacking straw on wagons weren't your specialties, nor did they require much skill. You began to slack off.]
[You aimed your sights at Elisa, who was working seriously with a hoe.]
[Though she wasn't wearing any seductive clothes right now, just ordinary coarse linen, her tight and beautiful figure still firmly captured your gaze.]
[You lied, claiming there was a very important trap that only you could set, and you needed a trusted person to help.]
[...]
[The Princess didn't suspect anything. But as they got closer to the Wild Boar Cave where she had previously planned for you to escape alone, away from the crowds, she began to panic, sensing your true intention.]
This was pretty normal, right?
He had done such a huge thing and died a total of eight times!
Building defenses around the city could be left to Leitman and the others.
[Elisa told you that everyone is busy right now and they should go back to help. But clearly, her eyes were darting around, and her tone was very weak, not really showing any intention of refusing you.]
[You decided to...]
[Option 1: Immediately push her down and pour your heart out to her.]
[Option 2: Leave her here alone, claiming you're going to get something and making her wait with high expectations. In reality, you go to have an orgy with the noble ladies in the Holy City.]
[Engaging Free Simulation.]
Silas's mouth twitched.
What kind of joke is this!
He was an unwavering warrior of pure love!
If you asked about entering the game and teaching students Confucianism or having sex with Elisa's aunt... was that the same?
Silas kept the spiritual and the physical very separate.
But if he really chose the second option now, what kind of expression would Elisa have when she finally returned at nightfall and saw him having an orgy?
Wait.
Hold it in; don't be seduced by the abstract choices.
[You chose Option 1.]
The "Scumbag" title must be at work. Phew, I actually had a reaction to the NTR option.
After choosing, Silas's vision became clear.
X-Ray vision was still on.
He could see the gap between the Princess's pressed thighs, where a bit of transparent moisture was already leaking out.
"You... didn't you say you wanted to set a trap that needs my help... and needs someone you trust?"
She asked stutteringly.
"Yeah."
Silas approached normally. First, he squeezed her slender shoulders, then moved his hands downward.
He turned off X-Ray vision.
It didn't matter; the clothes were coming off anyway.
"Liar... you just... want to do that kind of thing..."
"Yeah."
"You... actually just admitted it."
"Doesn't the Princess already know in her heart?"
"...N-No, I don't!"
Her cheeks flushed instantly.
It seemed her body was more honest than her mouth.
"..."
Elisa really thought there was something he needed help with at first. But from the moment they walked too far, she sensed it. How could she not know!
Before they were even far from the crowd, this man was already hard, poking through his trousers.
That wasn't a big deal, was it?
She wanted it too.
The problem was...
After her trousers were taken off, only the white lace-trimmed panties remained. Because they were pure white, the water stains weren't too obvious, but as soon as they were lifted...
She would be mocked.
"..."
Rippp.
They were torn away; everything was seen.
"Actually, I've wanted to say this for a while. The 'little bun' shape is very neat, with no protruding points. Doesn't look like it was shaved... is it naturally just a single line?"
"..."
Why are you... why are you critiquing that part of me!
"But, it makes it even more beautiful and erotic."
"W-Wait a minute!"
Although Elisa wanted to stop Silas from burying his head there, the latter clearly had no intention of listening to her.
As Silas's tongue drilled into the narrow cavity, Elisa felt like she had been hit by an electric shock. The feeling of water droplets on the tip of a lotus leaf inside her body became stronger and stronger.
Her thighs unconsciously clamped around Silas's neck.
"Princess, isn't this a bit too much?"
Silas wiped his face. He seemed to understand the wonderful use of Tongue Skill Lv. 4.
"Who... who told you to suddenly do that... don't you find it dirty?"
"It's fine."
Silas smacked his lips; compared to mineral water, it just had a bit more of Elisa's own fragrance. Or maybe his nose had been buried in her pubic bone for too long—an illusion. It didn't have much of a taste itself.
Then he pushed up Elisa's top.
It was obvious that Elisa had taken a bath and even changed her underwear before coming out.
That's strange.
Knowing she was going to work, was it necessary to wash so clean and change into such erotic underwear?
"Princess."
Silas looked at the engorged cherries and said, "You're looking down on me a bit. Specifically changing into this kind of underwear, did you think I was the type to slack off and find you for sex?"
"Eh? I... I..."
Elisa couldn't refute.
It was normal for her to bathe after waking up. But changing her underwear... she remembered the courtesan saying that men are creatures who are ready at any time. She felt she might be harassed.
But she really didn't think she'd be tricked here halfway through working. This was meant for tonight.
"I have to say, 'Snowy' is a pretty good judge of character."
"!"
One "white rabbit" was grabbed and deformed, while the cherry of the other was sucked into Silas's mouth.
Slurp, slurp~
"..."
Initially, Elisa was very shy. She looked around nervously, afraid someone would come.
But then she thought, her hearing was good, and his was probably better. He would never let anyone else see her looking like this...
So, she let down her guard. Quietly, she felt Silas's "son" through his trousers. The heat was very scalding even through a layer of cloth. This was it—the courtesan said... if a man doesn't like the woman he's having pleasure with, his hardness might need a lot of foreplay to get firm. If he's already very hot before doing anything, it means... at least physically, he likes her. If he's willing to endure that hardness without rushing in, it means he likes other things too.
However, if it's already very hot and hard to the touch, and it can become even bigger and harder—what does that mean?
"I... I'll... lick it for you."
"Mmh? Is there something in your mouth again to drug me this time?"
"No... just normally, to make you... comfortable. You... you helped me after all..."
"Rather than these stubborn words, shouldn't Snowy say something else? Like what you said last on the city walls."
"!"
That was... because I was too tired...
No.
It was real.
"You're already a beloved, true Empress now. Are you still going to be this dishonest?"
"...I... I like... that..."
"You can't say you like it to my tool. And didn't I say? It should be love, right?"
"..."
Elisa brushed aside the white hair near her ear and swallowed Silas's member in one go.
She couldn't say it.
Saying that kind of thing once was enough!
Besides, she was already holding this thing... licking it so seriously, what more did he want?
"Snowy, a more formal coronation ceremony or marrying me—which one do you want first?"
"..."
Elisa didn't know.
She only licked more vigorously with her small tongue. Sucking away every bit of overflowing juice. It tasted good, in every sense of the word. She was truly addicted, and not just because of the body's nutritional needs.
"Snowy, who uses her mouth to escape her shyness, is very beautiful and very cute."
"...Mgh."
"I'm going in."
Silas patted her butt.
"..."
What was she thinking?
Elisa couldn't quite say, she just felt... the courtesan had mentioned that some people like other channels.
She wasn't interested in using other places; the normal channel was already very comfortable. It's just, that place... Silas would see it very clearly, using it as food and all.
"?"
"Snowy?"
"...Sh-Shut up! Just come in!"
"Is this the wrong place?"
"It's not wrong! Right here... I... I didn't do it just for my appetite... just do it!"
"..."
Gazing at the blushing Elisa who had closed her eyes. One of her small hands covered the entrance where juice was flowing out, while the other hand lightly pulled at her buttock, prying open the other, smaller channel that Silas had never used.
Her constitution was really good.
No hemorrhoids. And it really was clean everywhere. Very white. But he had never used such an abstract place before? Even though he knew this little chef was too stubborn to confess again and used this method to express it...
"It hurts..."
Just as he entered a little bit, Elisa's face contorted.
"Well, isn't that obvious? It doesn't secrete lubricant here."
"..."
Wait.
Why did a slippery liquid start to emerge here too? Compared to the normal channel, it seemed even more viscous. Filled with fragrance. A true fragrance.
The area around the originally white entrance also turned a translucent pink.
Silas took a look with X-Ray vision.
Hiss.
Originally, her body structure was that the normal entrance connected to an extra container inside her body for storing semen.
But now, beneath the pink silver crest on her stomach, several more thin capillaries had appeared, connecting to her rear channel. That's where the secreted liquid came from. And this channel, besides connecting to the stomach for normal excretion, now had an extra one connected to the womb—the place for conception... probably?
"Snowy, how did your mother conceive... no, how did she give birth to you?"
"?"
"..."
"How could I possibly know that! You... you..."
For Elisa, posing like this was already extremely shameful. Yet Silas didn't continue for a long time.
There was only one way.
She grabbed it directly and put it in.
Since she was shy, she hugged him; as long as she didn't see his face, it would be fine.
"It's too small; I still have half that won't go in."
"I don't care! Figure it out yourself!"
It was painful just a moment ago, but now it was very comfortable. Warm.
And it wasn't for satiating her hunger.
"..."
Silas could tell.
Initially, this little chef was very nervous and would look around. Now, she really didn't care at all and had left it to him.
With Silas's current constitution, it was indeed impossible for anyone to stumble upon them.
But why was it so erotic?
Using X-Ray vision, he could see that with every thrust, her womb's conception area sagged... pressing against Silas's son. Sucking.
"Eeek? Wh-Why... so fast... hah."
"..."
If he hadn't added dozens of points to his constitution, Silas wasn't sure he could get back up immediately.
Combined with his "Gunslinger Apprentice" bonus, he could clearly see that every single drop was swallowed by that sagging part of her. That didn't go to the place in Elisa's body where semen was stored as food.
Does this trash game really have a pregnancy feature?
Should I finish outside...
"..."
Silas gave up.
Because the Princess was like an octopus, panting, her feet hooked tight. She was completely unwilling to let Silas pull up and see her face.
Gurgle, gurgle.
"Hah..."
The Princess's new channel was filled to the brim. She panted heavily.
"Right now, I'm pressing the Empress under me while she meows, right?"
"..."
She lightly bit her lip and looked away, "I'm not... meowing... hah-wu!"
"Ah-wu ah-wu is pretty much the same."
Crunch.
Tiny teeth bit into Silas's neck, but the force was less than that of her hands holding onto him.
"I... I... love you."
"..."
Originally, Silas's "son" inside Elisa's body had finished its hard work and was resting. But feeling Elisa's sweaty body, the matted hair, and her whispered murmurs, it wanted to work again.
"Al... Alright... we should go back, mgh! Wh-Why is it... hard again?"
Just as Elisa wanted to climb up, her elastic buttocks were pressed against and deformed again.
But she didn't refuse; instead, she used her feet to wrap around Silas's waist even tighter.
"Leitman and the others said that when you return... I must have a grand coronation ceremony."
"..."
Silas could feel her womb pulsing. Like lips sucking. His desire couldn't help but soar.
"I want... the wedding too... Y-You will marry me, right?"
She seemed a bit nervous. Even her womb stopped pulsing for a second.
"Lift your butt a little higher."
"Eh? You... you haven't said... hah!"
"..."
Silas's constitution allowed him to control the duration. He could easily control it for at least half an hour. If he really wanted to, he could go for an hour with some technique.
But right now, he didn't hold back.
Squelch, squelch.
As the channel filled with warmth once again, the sound was inevitably very loud.
"Hah... you still haven't answered me..."
Elisa seemed to care very much. No matter how Silas thrust, her feet only wrapped tighter and tighter. Even if her eyes were blurred, she didn't look away, biting her lip, still waiting for an answer.
"As if you could marry anyone else? You're already in my shape."
"..."
She closed her eyes in shame, her legs wrapping around Silas loosening slightly, "It's because I'm in your shape that I said... you must take responsibility."
"..."
Silas just paused.
He suddenly understood. The reason the mission hadn't ended was that it was still missing the coronation ceremony part. It didn't mean he had to personally travel around the country to win over the nobles who didn't know Elisa was already the Empress.
Splash.
The Princess's originally narrow gap was stretched wide, temporarily unable to return to its original shape. A mixture of things from both of them flowed out silently.
I see; it seems this trash game found its conscience and left some time for me.