Stable.
The brown mare in the shed was dozing off. Occasionally swaying her tail.
Elisa, who came in wearing white silk last night, now wore short boots with bare legs.
"You buy me new ones."
"..."
Silas had no opinion.
However, it seemed that only one shop sold the stockings and clothes Elisa wanted.
"Why do you think the courtesan's shop opened so far away? How were those unconventional clothes accepted by people?"
Elisa put her hands on her waist, didn't finish speaking.
But, Silas probably knew. The design concept was indeed proposed by him a hundred years ago, but the reason for promotion wasn't that the courtesan wanted to sell them... but Elisa. Believed that promoting it to the point where the whole world knew, as long as he was still alive, he would definitely see it.
It was already broad daylight.
Arrived at the shop of the courtesan's descendant again. Should have just opened, obviously the shopkeeper was still organizing the display of various styles of clothes.
"Welcome... coming?"
The very professional shopkeeper immediately burst into an enthusiastic smile upon hearing footsteps, coupled with inheriting seventy to eighty percent of the courtesan's beauty, presumably aside from eloquence, just temperament and charm could attract many customers.
But this smile couldn't hold up again when seeing Silas.
How long has it been?
Is there a day?
Changed three within just three days? And all three were top beauties.
"You..."
The shopkeeper couldn't bear it anymore. She hated men who changed their minds frequently the most in her life, even if the Silas in front of her looked quite pleasing to the eye.
"Humph, there is also my dividend here."
"?"
Wait, what is this woman talking about? Dividend?
"Mmh, definitely need to vigorously develop Flores here next, the scale of this shop should also be expanded."
"..."
The shopkeeper moved her gaze away from the somewhat too charming Silas, staring at Elisa's face, suddenly felt very familiar.
Her family had passed down a promotional portrait.
It was said to be a copy of the portrait of the first Empress, signed personally by the Empress writing 'not bad' display painting. Couldn't be used, but indeed preserved. Every year family gathering would carry out that painting, euphemistically called gathering family faith shouting slogans.
Like this, even if the shopkeeper didn't want to remember, she remembered the appearance of the first Empress.
The woman in front, just looked a bit like her.
She wasn't tactless, asking unnecessary things. Felt seemed to understand something... so it's like this.
The first woman the man in front brought must be a virtuous wife and good mother, the second one looked dumb, maybe arranged marriage. The third one... was coerced! So miserable.
"..."
Silas had no time to care about the shopkeeper.
Just gazing at Miss Elisa standing in front of the JK uniform. Needless to say, her figure changed into the uniform, more like a JK than anyone else. Especially the snow-white hair tied in twin tails, more feeling.
The problem lies in Miss Siya also wearing the same clothes.
"Change! Just this one!"
But what's the big deal?
Already confessed.
Although not explicitly stated, the direction going was the house Miss Elisa escaped from yesterday.
"So, the Miss Siya you mentioned is... what like?"
"..."
Very strange, Silas's heart was already calm like still water. But Elisa beside him seemed to start getting nervous.
"Breasts are very big, right."
"No one asked you this!"
"..."
Silas was stepped on by her.
How to describe Miss Siya?
"Innocent. No bad intentions."
"What does this count as? I don't have either."
"I remember Miss Elisa used to want revenge at night, riding on me... hiss."
"..."
Stepped on fiercely again.
"Then she just... has no thoughts at all? Knowing about me and the Nun."
"Probably have."
Miss Siya definitely has thoughts. Silas wouldn't really think she had no hidden emotions just because she showed optimism.
Already at the door of the house.
Should have pushed the door open directly, but Silas stopped.
Wait.
Did eyes blur?
Remembered Miss Siya almost never masturbated. Just that thing let it pass... the pillow hugged, the old body pillow patched and sewn.
Miss Siya inside seemed to sense someone outside too. Didn't care at all, more focused.
"Why not knock?"
"Although I am a bit... don't know how to say, but since decided. I will talk to her!"
"..."
That door weathered by storms was really too fragile, Miss Elisa just pushed lightly and it opened.
"Squelch squelch."
"You..."
Miss Elisa prepared mentally to greet, but not prepared to bump into Miss Siya masturbating. And the life-size pillow Miss Siya hugged... although very tattered, patched many times, there were many crooked English words very clear on it.
Such as 'wife', 'love', 'number one in the world', etc., many.
Same as the JK uniform she wore, but not quite the same.
Specific description is, if there is a piece of clothing chest propped up more would be a smiling face, not propped up enough would be a crying face. Elisa never felt inferior because of breasts, but now... that look like buttons would fly off anytime, what exactly is it!
"Sister Princess."
Miss Siya stood up, extending small hand stained with some slime.
"Smack."
Elisa retreated, closing the door.
"She is masturbating. Hugging the pillow... is the pillow you gave right?"
"Yes."
In the interval Silas made the pillow, never thought one day would be bumped into by the Princess or the Nun. Compared to being bumped into doing something with Miss Siya, that thing similar to a token of love was more abstract.
"Her chest... how could be so big!"
"Hereditary probably."
"Didn't you say she is very innocent? Already like this still innocent!"
"..."
Silas had a hunch. Miss Siya might just be lonely, did whatever she wanted to do. No scruples. Also didn't think being seen by Elisa was anything.
"I go in first."
Silas pushed the door open, entered the room.
"..."
Miss Siya wasn't doing that anymore. Put on the skirt. Pillow also thrown aside.
"Silas, Sister Princess is not angry anymore?"
"About right."
"Good."
"?"
Why came over barefoot, standing on tiptoe is to...
"Siya, wants to have sex with Silas."
"..."
Silas also went out, with several lip prints left by saliva on his face.
"What exactly is going on with her! You said very innocent! This is demonstrating to me, right?!"
"..."
Miss Elisa pushed the door open angrily, went in.
"Sister Princess, want to join?"
"Smack."
"..."
A few minutes later, Miss Elisa's clothes on the chest were a bit messy, face also had two more lip prints left by saliva, came out blushing.
"She has problems."
"Probably."
"How could... kiss me! What is joining!"
"Should be just as Miss Siya literally said, no other thoughts."
"Dream on!"
Really didn't say wrong.
Silas really felt like dreaming. Although confident in making Elisa accept, never thought it would be so fast... she could sit on the same sofa with Miss Siya, drinking the same tea.
"So, I said... black tea this thing if not careful flavor will be weak, soup feeling thin, must brew like this."
"..."
"Are you listening or not?"
"Sister Elisa, smells so good."
"Don't come so close!"
"..."
"Humph humph, making chicken meat isn't just casually made out? What weird thing did you make?"
Then, Miss Elisa who felt gained superiority put hands on waist, making Miss Siya's eyes fill with tears.
"Wait! Don't cry! I teach you..."
"..."
During the period Silas went out several times.
Knew Madam Melina deliberately didn't come back. Elena seemed to go do other things, left the city temporarily. Asked Madam to bring a message.
Although is Rose's sister, seemed to help him hide from the Nun.
Forget it.
Things have to come one by one.
Approaching dark, Madam stepped into the house.
"Sorry... I thought Madam you were also. Excuse me."
Although the current Elisa is already the Empress, she won't be too proud to admit her mistakes.
"It's okay, as long as the misunderstanding is cleared up. Let me prepare the bed for you. Unexpectedly many rooms here."
"..."
Why did Madam look at him inadvertently?
Renting a house with more rooms, a mansion with four empty rooms, isn't it normal? Originally wanted to achieve in one step a room that can fit a super large bed.
But it wasn't good in the interval of sleeping.
After bathing, Miss Siya and Madam Melina slept in one room. Originally Silas definitely wanted to sleep in the master bedroom, but his hem was tugged by Miss Elisa. Meaning self-evident.
The sheets and bedding in the secondary bedroom were all newly laid.
"I seem to know what you meant by innocent."
Miss Elisa lying on the side didn't even take off clothes, just took off boots and lay down.
"Is that so?"
"She said the best thing she makes is chicken meat, result made that weird taste... her taste buds are not normal right? Just not worried at all, strengths surpassed by me. Lost and didn't complain, just wanted to ask me for advice."
"..."
Is it like this?
"When did you like eating chicken meat again? Never told me. There is a farm raising various meat poultry in the Holy City, exclusively for the royal family."
"Just said casually."
"..."
Elisa was silent, spoke again after a long while, "...Scumbag."
"Scolding not satisfying enough."
"..."
Miss Elisa turned sideways, hugging Silas's arm, "But I also know, you don't like her because her breasts are big. Won't... dislike because mine are smaller. Just, just for the sake of her being so sensible, calling sister upon meeting... okay."
"Can sleep together?"
"Together your head! Dream on!"
"..."
If ranking shame among the three women, Miss Elisa is obviously the undisputed first.
"Stop a moment! Madam and Miss Siya are both next door..."
"..."
Like Miss Rose, would symbolically resist, ashamed but won't refuse. Miss Siya completely doesn't refuse.
And Elisa really refuses.
"I just want to touch."
"Then... can only through clothes."
"..."
"Told you only through clothes!"
Once crossed the line, would be bitten. But being overly forceful, she wouldn't say anything more.
Not small either.
Just a circle bigger than hand can grasp. Can't be called papaya, but small watermelon degree still have.
[Version updating...]
[Remaining time: 06 hours 15 minutes 12 seconds]
Silas no longer felt walking on thin ice. In the world, only sincerity can break everything.
"Why... so hard."
Miss Elisa's face had long turned red.
"Because very satisfied."
Wanting to work hard, only becoming stronger, can guard. What obtained coming to this world. Silas just knowing enchantment etc. is not enough, encountering Holy Light again he still has no confidence to solve the opponent once.
"..."
Could feel held by hand, granules gradually engorged. Legs wrapped in white silk also unconsciously twisted.
"Really can't do."
"Didn't do."
"Use hand for you..."
"Also no need right?"
"Shut up!"
Trembling hand probed into the blanket, grasped, carefully slid.
But regrettably, just this degree even until her hand sore useless.
Maybe Miss Elisa also realized this, tucked hair behind ear, tied the originally loose snow-white hair into a ponytail, head shrank into the blanket. Soon, hot hard object was swallowed by slightly open red lips.
Hiss.
Swallowed all?
"Satisfied right? I can't stay here for two days, still have to go back."
"When I'm not here, you want to with her... that, up to you. But, you also don't bully her so much. Although looking dumb..."
"Why still so hard!..."
Said so. But Miss Elisa's thigh wrapped in white silk pressed over.
"Anyway, get dirty you buy me new ones... want to shoot then... directly..."
"..."
One day without sleep for Miss Elisa was no big deal. But mental fatigue brought by almost parting ways with Silas was definitely there.
"Just Miss Siya like this... okay. You never gave me that kind of body pillow..."
"Give you one later."
"Don't want, that's given to her... I want belonging to me."
Her voice became smaller and smaller.
Thigh just pressing, action gradually stopped. Sticky, but completely didn't finish.
Miss Siya next door already got out of bed. Is Madam Melina so unsatisfied? Daughter just left, quilt shaking non-stop.
"Silas, is Sister Elisa asleep?"
"About right."
"Siya, not disliked?"
"No."
"That is, did well."
"Miss Siya?"
She climbed onto the bed. Beside was Elisa with somewhat messy clothes, but not taken off.
"When Silas is not troubled, is when Siya is angry."
"..."
Looks like, 'angry' said by Miss Siya wasn't joking.
But just going next door letting her lie prone, fiercely pumping, what kind of anger does this count as?
"Want, wash clean."
"Sister Elisa said her nose is very sensitive, smelled Sister Nun's scent unhappy."
"..."
Even, afterwards would squat in front of Silas with a towel carefully helping wipe, so Silas could go back without any omission.
"Eek? Siya already finished being angry. Silas, still want sex?"
"..."
Then no choice, just squatting in front like this, papayas trembling holding a towel wiping that thing for him.
"Too long, Sister Elisa will discover oh?"
"It's okay."
Sooner or later will lie in one bed. This is the ultimate goal besides becoming stronger.
[Version update complete]
[Enter game immediately?]
[Yes/No]
Silas didn't enter immediately.
Entered Miss Siya's narrow passage first.
In the misty bathroom, her skin and bouncing papayas... couldn't grasp.
"Siya, still want."
Her seemingly small two pieces of meat flowed out some filth, this time actively rode up.
"..."
Obviously, Miss Siya is the one who can endure lust most among the women around. But also once entering the state, will demand very fiercely.
What is an excellent player?
What is the most enjoyable way for players to play?
[Yes]
Just entered the game refreshed like this. Silas asked for nothing else regarding women... moral bottom line that kind of thing isn't casually controlled after spiritual satisfaction?
Even if the woman appearing this time has bigger breasts, even if wearing suspenders pouncing on him at the start, won't get hard once. No... can't get up is a body problem. Should be hard but impossible to insert.
Besides, like Miss Siya who would squat down wipe clean with a towel to prevent him from being exposed, or Elisa and Miss Rose who are either tough mouth soft heart, or soft mouth also soft heart... not everywhere. Where are so many heart-moving easy to invest feelings?