Chapter 129. Give Me More!

It wasn’t the first time, so even though Clotilde was unwilling, she had grown somewhat accustomed to it.

Accustomed to exposing her disgrace before Noah.

If it were in a more ordinary setting, even in the wilds, she wouldn’t harbor such deep resentment.

But this time, it was in the cathedral, right beneath the watchful gaze of the Goddess, forced to engage in acts that defied both morality and common sense.

She could not accept that Noah was the one to make her display such shameful behavior.

Yet, on the other hand, she felt a profound sense of betrayal and guilt for doing something so inappropriate in such a sacred place.

It felt as if she had betrayed the trust of the Goddess, and she ought to feel shame, but that shame twisted into layers of pleasure, leaving her to find satisfaction solely within herself this time.

To avoid sinking into that tempting and deadly pleasure, she had to summon her resentment towards Noah, to force her mind to engage.

“Hey, nun, you seem even more excited than usual. I told you, the cathedral is the perfect place to satisfy your desires quickly… or is it my priestly attire that’s unexpectedly helping?”

Though she found her own state utterly disgraceful, for Noah, it was a feast for the eyes.

Clotilde, a nun, was compelled to commit sins within the cathedral, her face a mask of humiliation, unable to control herself.

Most importantly, she was doing this in front of Noah, who was dressed as a priest.

It was nothing short of a provocation, even a rebellion against the Goddess worshipped here.

Clotilde was somewhat aware of this, and so when Noah spoke, she felt a jolt of alarm, quickly biting back with gritted teeth:

“Don’t be ridiculous! Just seeing you in that priest’s outfit makes me want to vomit!”

Though she said this, her shame and anger did not stop her from continuing her sinful actions.

For Clotilde truly felt a completely different experience at the sight of Noah in his priestly garb.

Under Noah’s gaze, she was overwhelmed by a potent mix of guilt, shame, betrayal, and an excitement she knew she shouldn’t feel but couldn’t suppress.

She was furious.

Furious that Noah was here, observing her with that interested look in his eyes.

Even more infuriating was that she genuinely found Noah in the priest’s robes quite handsome, leaving her unable to control her own body.

To seek greater satisfaction, her mind involuntarily began to recall scenes from their previous encounters in the wild.

She hopelessly overlapped the useful parts of those two experiences, seeking even more fulfillment.

As Noah had said, she could never admit it mentally, yet her body reveled in the situation.

In truth, such stimulation was already enough for Clotilde, but she hadn’t anticipated that there was something even more thrilling.

Knock, knock, knock.

“Father Noah, what’s going on? I just heard the door slam shut…”

The rhythmic knocking on the door was accompanied by Sister Belinda’s worried voice.

She had just resolved the awkward situation with the couple at the door, and out of concern, she came to knock and ask about the situation inside.

“!?”

Sister Belinda’s voice reminded Clotilde that she was not somewhere else, but in the priest’s office of the grand cathedral.

The sense of reality suddenly surged!

This made Clotilde’s already unpleasant face change even more, and she quickly covered her mouth, afraid that her acquaintance Sister Belinda would hear her voice.

However, unlike her own reaction, the emblem that could arouse people’s desires became even brighter.

Looking at her, afraid of being discovered, Noah couldn’t help but laugh sincerely.

Because Noah knew that Sister Belinda had done similar, even more extreme things before.

Please, this was a world of small favors, and Sister Belinda was not a proper nun.

So even if Sister Belinda discovered the current situation, she would only laugh it off after the initial surprise.

But Clotilde was still afraid of being discovered, which couldn’t help but amuse Noah.

“Oh, nothing’s wrong, it’s just that Sister Clotilde suddenly felt unwell, so I closed the door a bit too hastily out of concern.”

However, Noah wouldn’t say that, and instead chose to intentionally maintain the situation to let Sister Clotilde experience more stimulation.

——Clotilde’s body was unwell, so the door was closed a bit too hastily? This logic seemed a bit off, didn’t it?

Sister Belinda, standing outside the door, was somewhat puzzled at this time.

But because she trusted the two extremely, she didn’t think too much and continued to speak with concern:

“Is that so? Then please, Father Noah, take good care of the child. She must have overexerted herself, so her body is unwell. Is she okay now?”

——Is she okay now? You tell me, Sister.

When Noah looked at Clotilde with this ambiguous gaze, Clotilde couldn’t say a word.

Because she thought of Sister Belinda, who was just behind the door, and the risk of being exposed, her body felt even more satisfied.

To the point that she now released her hand covering her mouth, and she would definitely be heard by Sister Belinda making a sound she shouldn’t make.

So Clotilde could only desperately use her eyes to convey to Noah, “Tell her I’m fine, so hurry up and let her leave!”

Seeing her comical, flirtatious expression, Noah first smiled and gave her a thumbs-up to reassure her.

Then, he decisively opened his mouth, making Clotilde’s heart, which had just dropped, jump back up to her throat.

“Don’t worry, Sister Belinda, Sister Clotilde just suddenly fainted, probably due to anemia. Why don’t you come in and take care of her yourself?”

I didn’t tell you to let her in, you perverted priest!

Why do you want her to come in?!

Clotilde looked at Noah with a terrified expression, unable to believe that Noah had “betrayed” her at this time.

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So it was agreed that only the two of them knew of her curse!!!

Yet amidst the terror, Clotilde’s body became more sensitive, ignited by a fierce sense of transgression.

She nearly surrendered outright because of it.

“Eh? Perhaps not, then. With Father Noah looking after her, I feel quite at ease. I shall not disturb you further; I’ll take my leave.”

Clotilde was fortunate that Sister Belinda ultimately had no intention of entering, choosing instead to depart.

This sudden rollercoaster of emotions left Clotilde satisfied just two minutes after Sister Belinda’s voice faded away.

This bout of self-indulgence was far more exhilarating than before, leaving Clotilde gasping for air, her head bowed even after the climax.

Her pure, immaculate white hair was tousled from the intensity, cascading haphazardly around her shoulders.

“Well, Sister, even after having done what you call the goddess, it seems no punishment has befallen you.”

Seeing the shameful heroine in such a state, Noah seized the opportunity to strike at her beliefs.

He chuckled lightly, dismissing the very notion that Clotilde found utterly unacceptable.

“…Give me.”

But Clotilde, head lowered, let out a strange sound after a moment of silence.

“Huh?”

Noah, unable to discern what the Sister desired, instinctively questioned her.

“I said, give me more stimulation! It’s not enough!”

This time, Clotilde lifted her stunning face, flushed with shame and anger, and shot Noah a look filled with disdain, her words sharp as daggers.

What a joke! How could she be the only one to suffer embarrassment!

If that was the case, she would drag Noah down with her!

No one would escape unscathed!

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