Chapter 133: Even More Guilt

Noah swore that he had not intended to do so.

It was just that, caught up in the atmosphere, he had acted without thinking.

Since Clothilde’s undergarments beneath her nun’s habit were almost nonexistent, the sound of Noah’s slap was quite crisp.

Compared to Clothilde biting Noah earlier, this was not a big deal.

However, in Clothilde’s eyes, it was a different matter altogether.

She had only acted as she did earlier because of the circumstances, driven by the demonic mark’s influence.

Noah actually slapped her on the backside while she was praying and confessing to the goddess for him!?

Was he afraid his sins weren’t enough!?

Clotilde, forced to halt her prayer, quickly covered the spot where he had struck her, stepping back with a face flushed with shame and anger, exclaiming:

“Have you lost your mind, you perverted priest! What do you think you’re touching!!”

“Ha ha, look at you, Sister. You’re making such a fuss over a mere slap on the rear. What you did just now was far more audacious, don’t you think?”

Noah admitted he was in the wrong, but he had no intention of apologizing.

So he merely shrugged, adopting a nonchalant demeanor, even mocking Clotilde for her earlier actions, which he deemed more outrageous.

“That was an irresistible force of lust, alright! Listen, I tolerated you because it was beyond your control, but don’t go touching me casually! Especially not during prayer! The goddess is listening!”

Seeing that Noah truly didn’t care, Clotilde stubbornly reiterated her stance, her expression resolute as if she were ready to sever all ties with him.

Even if this sacred place, the church, had been sullied by Noah.

Clotilde felt it was her duty to protect the sanctity of prayer.

And if Noah absolutely had to slap her, he could at least give her a heads-up; she might be able to begrudgingly accept it…

But during prayer? Absolutely not! Damn it!

Even with her hand between her nun’s habit and the spot Noah had struck, Clotilde could still feel a burning sting.

Her backside was not as padded as her legs, which were covered by two layers—black stockings and knee-high boots.

This sudden assault was simply intolerable.

Moreover, her body was still sensitive from the earlier tension, and Noah’s slap nearly reignited her lustful markings.

At that moment, the nun glared at Noah with disgust, as if to emphasize her earlier point about what was absolutely unacceptable in the church.

“Mm, mm, got it, got it.”

Noah’s response was a blatant dismissal, his gaze wandering elsewhere, even yawning after he finished speaking.

“You are truly insufferable…!”

Clotilde was so furious her teeth ached, her fists clenched tight.

Was there really no way to teach this wretched priest a lesson?

“More importantly, Sister, how’s your magic recovery coming along?”

Deliberately ignoring Clotilde, Noah shifted the conversation back to his original purpose after his yawn.

This caught Clotilde off guard, who had been fuming just moments before.

Oh right, the initial purpose was indeed to recover her magic.

Somewhere along the line, her focus had entirely shifted to Noah.

Now recalling this, Clotilde quickly assessed her own condition.

—

As Noah had said, with the indulgence of the sin marked upon her, some of her magic returned once more.

The surge of magical power this time was even greater than the amount she had gained from vanquishing monsters over the past week.

If each time were to yield such an increase, perhaps it would take only about thirty more instances for her to fully restore her strength.

“… (smile)”

Yet this joy did not last long, for Clotilde noticed Noah casting her a suggestive glance.

It was as if he said nothing, yet everything was spoken.

Words like, ‘See, I wasn’t wrong, was I~’ or ‘Shouldn’t you be thanking me, Sister~’ were all too clear on that infuriatingly handsome face of his.

“… Thank you for your help! But could you please not be so sudden next time!”

Clotilde thanked Noah with a face full of disdain, clearly unconvinced.

After all, even if the outcome was favorable, the means were utterly despicable.

She simply could not agree with Noah’s insistence on her behaving in such a manner within the sacred church; what did he think this place was?

What if other priests or nuns happened to see them?

It was worth noting that the archbishop Horace was a most noble and benevolent elder; if he were to witness such a scene, she feared he might faint from shock!

“Alright, alright, I promise it won’t be sudden next time.”

Noah, clad in a black robe, raised his hands in a gesture of mock surrender, adopting the demeanor of a patient priest, absorbing all of Clotilde’s grievances.

Seeing Noah seemingly reflect on his actions, Clotilde could only begrudgingly stow away her anger and turn toward the sofa within the room.

As she walked, she spoke to Noah in an irritable tone:

“… I’m tired. I need to rest. Please, Father Noah, be more serious and refrain from making such frivolous gestures. I must confess the sins we both committed to the Goddess; please do not disturb me any further.”

As her words fell, she sat upon the sofa, facing the statue of the Goddess, and began her devout prayers once more.

— So, are you resting or praying, Sister?

Such a thought, sure to irk her, remained unspoken by Noah, for today’s ‘annoyance level’ had already been sufficiently raised; there was no need to continue.

Moreover, having learned that her boundaries were beginning to waver, Noah deemed today’s lesson a success.

This time it was the church office; next time it could be the confessional, and the time after that, the hall. Sooner or later, they would engage in lewd acts before the statue of the Goddess.

By the time Clotilde had completely fallen into magical depravity, Noah would merely need to pretend to be drained by her.

Thus, while Clotilde confessed to the Goddess, Noah simply smiled, quietly observing her as she prayed for their sins.

And just as this prayer of confession was nearing its end, he smiled and left the office first.

He said nothing to Clotilde, departing without a trace of infatuation.

“…”

Of course, Clotilde, having concluded her prayer, could not help but notice Noah’s departure.

In response, the white-haired Sister merely cast another displeased expression toward the door he had exited.

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“…The first time someone dared to touch my body, it was my backside. Father Noah, you truly are a hopeless man.”

It was a whisper steeped in resentment.

Words the nun wished to say but ultimately swallowed back.

“Ah, but I have no right to speak ill of him, for I found a strange thrill in such rude and barbaric behavior. Could it be that I am truly lecherous at heart…?”

Disappointed in her own reaction, Clotilde lowered her head, intending to gaze at the ground in shame, yet all she saw was her ample bosom, barely concealed by the loose-fitting habit.

Well, that only deepened her despondency.

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PS. The third update of the day!

There will be one more before two o’clock! I promise!

(The special chapter focusing on the nun is coming to an end; thereafter, the story will split into two threads, with the princess returning to stir up trouble.)

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