Chapter 130. Lychee? Not a bit of lychee
Having been humiliated and tormented by Noah to this extent, Clotilde felt it was time to show him her true strength.
She would make Noah understand that she was not merely a fish out of water, perpetually bullied and powerless in her rage.
He enjoyed watching her shameful moments, did he? Then she would let Noah experience that very shame!
With the thought that since they were already in the church, she might as well pull Noah down with her, Clotilde glared at him with fierce determination.
Though she hadn’t even had time to fix her clothes, looking utterly disheveled, her expression was resolute, brimming with resentment towards Noah.
“Not enough? Hey, hey, Sister, you really are a pervert, aren’t you? Still not satisfied? How about the confessional? I bet it’s far more stimulating than here.”
Seeing the Sister in such a state, Noah didn’t mind at all, merely thinking she was throwing a tantrum.
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It must be the unwillingness to face reality that makes her so stubborn.
A few jabs, and she knows to retreat.
“The one who should be in the confessional is you! Just look at that shameful expression! What’s this? Didn’t you say you only saw me as an object of observation? Then why are you reacting more and more?”
Yet this time, the resentment towards Noah overshadowed Cloetil’s own shame. Instead of retreating, she turned her gaze to Noah’s lower half, boldly beginning to provoke him.
“…”
Noah followed Cloetil’s gaze to his own brother, not immediately retorting.
But he wanted to say something.
Can he be blamed for this?
Isn’t it Cloetil’s fault for being a nun yet losing herself in the church, creating such a scandal?
The church’s aura didn’t just affect Cloetil; it had its effects on Noah as well.
“Hmph, I see! You say you don’t believe in the divine, but deep down, you still do, right? You’re just afraid of being scolded by the goddess, so you let me handle it alone, refusing to join in, aren’t you?”
In her heightened state, Cloetil’s mind was unusually sharp. She shot Noah a slightly mocking smile, suppressing her shame as she continued to provoke him.
“…Ha, ha, ha! Miss Nun, you’re quite the talker, aren’t you? Fine, I know this is a provocation, but I’ll accept it. The key is, can you still go through with it?”
Seeing Cloetil harbor such resentment towards him, even willing to endure discomfort to drag him down with her, Noah couldn’t help but admire her ‘will.’
Thus, he decided to intensify the moment, shifting the training he had planned for the future to the present.
Of course, this was contingent on Cloetil not immediately regretting her provocation.
Under normal circumstances, Cloetil would never dare to say such things, but in her current state, she was emboldened.
She even lifted her shirt, revealing her abdomen, which she had been reluctant to show Noah, even in her delirium.
On that flat, alluring belly, a peculiar emblem glowed with a fierce, seductive aura.
It was the emblem of defeat, the very thing that filled her with intense shame.
“I told you! It’s not enough! This is all your fault! Take responsibility!”
Cloetil felt her body heat up again under Noah’s gaze, a humiliation beyond measure.
Yet this time, even as she endured the disgrace, she wanted to drag Noah down with her.
Later, when she regained her composure, she would surely regret this boldness.
But at this moment, the nun was becoming strangely agitated, fueled by her intense dissatisfaction with Noah and the curse’s influence.
Fuming, she glared at Noah while slowly moving on all fours.
The sound of her long boots scraping against the floor resembled the slithering of a serpent, and she approached Noah like a beast stalking its prey.
“…”
Noah remained silent, standing his ground. He wanted to see if Cloetil had the courage to ignore the priestly garb he wore, to break the seal that was only released in the brothels.
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It turns out that in this state, Clotilde truly had the audacity.
Unlike the last time in the wild, this time she took the initiative to unseal Noah.
In an instant, the young nun felt as if she could smell the aroma of coffee.
The bitter yet sweet scent made her already chaotic gaze grow even more dazed.
But this alone was not enough; to make Noah feel as embarrassed as she did, she couldn’t just stand by and watch like last time.
So, without even seeking Noah’s permission, the young nun boldly took a step further.
“——?!”
The moment she touched it, the cursed emblem seemed to radiate an even more seductive glow, as if resonating with her.
Just the act of touching was enough to fill her with an inexplicable sense of satisfaction.
To be honest, Clotilde couldn’t even imagine how blissful it would be if they were to fully merge.
But wait, was she really going to go that far?
Yet, it was precisely because this feeling was so exquisite that the once-exhilarated Clotilde regained a sliver of rationality.
This was the Cathedral of the Water City; outside, there were still many devout believers praying, and here she was, planning to do something that would bring shame to the Church. Was that truly acceptable?
The thought made Clotilde hesitate.
But when she looked up and met Noah’s face, which was filled with disdain as he regarded her, the young nun suddenly made a certain resolution.
Yes, that’s right! It was all the curse’s fault; it wasn’t her desire to act this way, but the curse that compelled her to do so!
Shoving all the blame onto the curse, the young nun cast aside her reservations and began to move.
“Ha ha! You really did it! Didn’t you say you absolutely couldn’t do this in the church? Not just once, but planning for a second time! What a terrible nun you are! Why not just solve it here every time from now on? After all, you don’t care, right?”
Seeing the young nun’s face twisted in disdain as she served him, Noah could no longer contain his urge to mock her. In such a perilous situation, ridiculing her faith didn’t seem so grave after all.
“!!!”
This made the young nun, who was already sensitive about this matter, feel her anger surge to its peak.
He was actually mocking her!?
What did he think this was, whose fault was it? She would bite him! She absolutely had to bite him!
“Ah? Wait a moment, that expression of yours, nun, could it be… No way!? You’re serious?!”
Noah had never thought Clotilde would go this far.
But once it truly happened, Noah understood.
Oh no! The combination of the priest and the church seemed to be too stimulating for the young nun at this moment, causing her to completely lose her reason!
She actually bit him!
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In a certain royal capital, at the same time, a princess, who was ‘happily’ chatting with her childhood friend whom she had ‘coincidentally’ encountered, suddenly darkened her expression.
“Tina? What’s wrong?”
The brown-haired boy found this version of the princess both terrifying and unfamiliar, yet he managed to force a half-hearted smile as he inquired about her sudden change.
“…I don’t know what’s happening, but it feels utterly dreadful.”
The princess slowly tilted her head back to gaze at the endless expanse of blue sky, then spoke her thoughts in a voice laced with deep disdain.
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