Elena really hated seeing Silas lost in his own thoughts.
What "petty cleverness"?
She simply didn't have the intelligence to match her reputation.
Others might think she was talented, but she knew the truth in her heart. The reason she did so well in the monastery studies was only because Sister Rose praised her for being smart, even though her grades were average at best.
Then, to live up to that praise, she worked desperately and secretly.
'Elena, you're amazing.'
'A merchant? Arithmetic is hard... even I only know the basics.'
'Wow, Elena is so gifted.'
"..."
Slowly, she became the "intelligent child" in everyone's mouth.
It's actually hard to be caught, right?
Only in a place like this, where nothing can be faked, would the truth of her lack of ability be exposed.
So.
She felt it didn't matter anymore.
Rather than letting Brother-in-law get anxious about finding a way out, she might as well utilize the fact that he felt awkward seeing her face to do that kind of thing... changing his worry to something more relaxing.
"..."
Unfortunately, even when she mustered the courage to give her virginity to Silas, she was pushed away.
"Good things should be left until after the mission is resolved."
"..."
That was Brother-in-law for you, wasn't it?
He broke his habitual thinking and searched through the stone slabs that looked thick no matter how you sliced them, one by one. Finally, he discovered the space below.
It was good.
If it were resolved earlier, even if she lost herself, Brother-in-law would gain, wouldn't he?
He could see Sister, who was still alive.
They would be sweetly together again. Every day shamelessly deceiving her... mmh, he probably wouldn't deceive her anymore; they wouldn't live together.
"..."
Elena didn't follow him down without permission, nor did she instigate others to follow.
The unknown depths further down... making a decision casually might just cause trouble for Brother-in-law.
But.
The situation above changed as time passed.
"My head hurts so much..."
"My chest feels like it's splitting... mmh."
"..."
Elena had always felt that after eating too much of Silas's "stuff," maybe others would also remember something.
However, among the others now holding their heads with painful expressions, very few had actually eaten it, yet many more had completely never touched his fluids.
"W-what's wrong with you all?"
"..."
No one answered her.
It seemed really painful. Obviously, lines were appearing on their chests.
Elena remembered things from the past, like the line on Miss Rose's chest.
No way.
Are they all going to turn into monsters?
Then what about her?
"..."
Nothing.
Only she had no change; she had no headache and no line.
"Hah... I want it so much."
Moreover, after these people suffered, they turned into sluts. Panting sounds rose one after another.
"I like him so much..."
"..."
Elena didn't understand. All she could do was learn from Silas: stripping their clothes, twisting them into ropes, and tying them up one by one.
"Are lines appearing on them too?"
Soon, she saw Silas returning, carrying a naked "self" on his back.
"Good job. Tie them all up first, I'll help too."
"..."
What was going to happen exactly?
If so many people turned into monsters, what should they do? There was no exit.
They changed.
But it was completely different from what Elena imagined.
"Humph, to think this lady would have to approach you actively... you're quite arrogant."
First, the Arrogant self suddenly spoke in a very strange tone.
"What's that? You... why did you suddenly call yourself 'this lady'?"
"..."
Hearing Silas's question, Elena also wanted to know, peeking at the "self" with hands on her hips.
"Ha? I was born into the noble Siya family, and I am the smartest and most outstanding second daughter! I graduated from the monastery with the best grades at the age of 14."
"..."
14?
Wasn't that Sister? She hadn't even finished her courses!
"You must think I'm very arrogant. But unfortunately, I have the capital for it... After graduation, I inherited the Siya family title, integrated all the merchants in the territory, completed the north-south trade, and..."
"..."
Fake.
The Siya family would need to go back at least a dozen generations to find even a minor noble.
Besides Arrogance, the other Miss Elenas had corresponding changes.
"I've been influenced since I was young; I know how to serve men. But... there just hasn't been a man who interested me."
"You, I'm very interested in. Want to know a world of bliss? There's nothing I can't do that you can't imagine. By the way, even though I've taken off my skirt for you to see, I'm a virgin."
"..."
They also had their own experiences. They became more like people.
"I want to sleep... When I was little, I always studied all night, mgh."
"I don't want to be a smart person; it's too tiring."
"..."
The sleep-loving Lazy sister-in-law was the same.
After their headaches, they had memories just like Miss Elena, but they weren't the warm memories Elena recalled. It was as if they were all some kind of epitome.
For example.
When they were poor, seeing Sister Nun being harassed verbally, she simply left home with nothing to take them to live in a dilapidated monastery, yet rumors were still spread by some. She fantasized that if the Simon family were great nobles, it would be good, and being rich would be good.
For another example.
After growing up, looking back at the past... imagining if she had the same mature body as her sister back then, more erotic. Would she be liked?
Then there was the Lazy sister-in-law.
That was truly something she often thought about before: why be so tired? It would have been better if she had just confessed to Sister and the others that she had no talent.
"..."
And others. All could trigger Elena's memories.
What exactly was going on with them?
It was as if they had read her fantasy lives... and became separate personalities.
"What about you? What did you remember?"
"Eh?"
Suddenly, she was stared at by Silas.
Looking into those somewhat tired eyes, Miss Elena lowered her head.
"I, I am..."
"Mmm? It seems your chest doesn't have a line."
The collar of her clothes was roughly torn open.
Wait.
Why was she the only one who hadn't changed?
Because she was the real one...
"I want a man to rely on!"
"What?"
"..."
That's not right!
She hadn't thought that, what she thought was that she could be like her sister, having a brother-in-law to rely on when she didn't know what to do.
Because he was the merchant and hero she admired.
"Sorry, I... didn't remember anything."
"Sounds like it. But did Miss Juliet really not remember anything from that headache last time?"
"No. I... I'm not Juliet."
"Stop pretending. Although I don't know what you're thinking, you're quite sincere."
"..."
Just like that, her disguise was easily ripped away. However, Miss Elena also knew that not being discovered was just self-deception.
She couldn't do what the others did, taking off her clothes without blushing or her heart aching.
But now, the bigger problem was.
She was seen through, but she couldn't get rid of the Juliet identity.
"So, what was that about wanting a man to rely on?"
"You didn't actually develop feelings through the training, did you? Forgot this was a transaction?"
"..."
"Are you in love with me?"
"Eh? That... n-no..."
"I have a wife."
"..."
"Regardless of what you're thinking, once the transaction is over, go wherever you should go."
"..."
Elena realized something.
Silas seemed to have given up thinking about where so many people who looked like her came from. He also no longer cared about what she did or said.
"That eldest miss of the Simon family, can you stand it being so dirty here? Go clean up."
"Ha? You want the noble me to do this kind of work?! Even if I feel a bit towards you..."
"Miss Elena, who seems to know how to serve men well, what about you?"
"I'll go! I'll do it! I'm good at everything... if you want to play maid, I'm ready for it from behind anytime!"
"..."
What's so bad about being treated as Juliet?
Anyway, there were so many "selves." When they finally got out, she could hide however she wanted; she could do it.
Is it really okay?
With this mindset, she went to taste the forbidden fruit.
But if she didn't do something now, Brother-in-law was really going to go for the doggystyle with that version of herself. That "vacuum" maid outfit he got from somewhere was very erotic.
"I haven't... shown my sincerity yet."
"Ah?"
"They've all become strange, with those lines in their cleavage... what if they're infected? I... I'm fine... I can do it too."
She grabbed Silas's arm, only to find he wasn't going for the doggystyle. He was just going to pick up a torch.
But she had already grabbed his hem. She had already taken the first step!
She suppressed her shame and said it.
Let it be.
Forgive me, Sister. She probably couldn't like another man in this lifetime, and she didn't want to be a virgin until the moment she died. This would definitely satisfy her.
Moreover, this was for Sister Rose's own good!
Otherwise, with so many "selves" wanting to get Brother-in-law, Sister wouldn't just be cuckolded once!