NOVEL NEXT chapter 210
Chapter 210. So the Bottom Can Be on Top? (17)
That evening at seven, Noah returned to the Water Capital Cathedral.
“Good evening, Father Noah, you must be tired.”
Sister Belinda, who happened to be sweeping the entrance, immediately stopped and gave Noah a gentle, loving smile as soon as she saw him return.
Her age shouldn’t be too different from Noah’s, but she somehow gave off an older vibe; that kind of presence was hard to pin down.
But being greeted wasn’t a problem at all; Noah was actually quite happy about it.
“Yes, you too, Sister Belinda.”
Although he could respond with arrogance, knowing it wouldn’t cause offense due to perception alterations, Noah still greeted her in a normal way.
“Hehe, I’m completely fine, it’s you who seems to be going out to investigate almost every day, you must be exhausted.”
Sister Belinda said these pleasant words with a light chuckle, while slowly moving closer to Noah.
This made Noah a little confused, as it was clearly a sign she intended to whisper something to him.
Sure enough, Sister Belinda stopped very close to Noah, close enough that he could vaguely smell the scent of her hair without even needing to lower his head.
In this situation where she could reach out and touch Noah with just a little movement, Sister Belinda smiled gently, tilted her head to look up at Noah, and softly said:
“I apologize if I’m wrong, but nothing special has happened between you and Clothilde, has it?”
It was a very direct statement. The pure, gentle smile on Sister Belinda’s face had turned ambiguous because of those words.
“Heh, what kind of ‘special’ are you talking about? Something like what Bishop Horace was doing?”
Of course, Noah could easily lie if he wanted to, but he chose to implicitly admit it here.
Noah’s mouth also curved into an ambiguous smile as he looked into her seemingly expressive eyes, not flinching at all.
“…So you knew as well.”
Hearing Noah’s answer, the smile on Sister Belinda’s face became even more ambiguous.
A woman’s intuition told her that Noah and Clothilde had some kind of secret relationship, and she had been right.
It seemed Father Noah was indeed one of her kind too~ how delightful.
“So? Is there a problem?”
“No, not at all. I just wanted to know how far along you’ve gone. If you’ve already reached *that* point, could I join in as well? Truth be told, I really like that girl~”
“Ah, of course, I like you very much too, Father Noah, you know? I think the two of us could definitely make Clothilde our companion, what do you think, how does that sound~?”
Sister Belinda’s eyes practically overflowed with laughter at that moment, though that original aura of compassion was tinged with a touch of wicked impurity.
Even with her sweet voice and gentle smile, she gave off a very lewd vibe.
But this was the real Sister Belinda, the kind who in the original story, if she happened to stumble upon Clothilde pleasuring herself, would immediately use it as leverage to demand Clothilde’s obedience – a female *yabai*.
According to her, she actually loved corrupting beautiful things most of all, a true sadist who would use whips/candles/wooden horses on Clothilde—the dangerous type.
But unlike the *yabai* that the princess can’t seem to shake off, Belinda’s defeat-play is more of a side-story; it doesn’t matter if it’s triggered or not.
In fact, Noah had no intention of triggering her story, wanting her to remain simply a respected senior figure in Clothilde’s heart.
Anyway, that old geezer Horace was trouble enough all by himself.
“I’m afraid I must decline your request, because I haven’t reached that point yet.”
If he nodded here, it would definitely develop into a three-way kind of thing.
While that might actually be kind of interesting, if Sister Belinda tasted the forbidden fruit once, she wouldn’t stop, so it definitely wasn’t a good idea.
“Is that so… that’s a pity, indeed.”
Sister Belinda’s eyes showed a hint of regret at being rejected, but her smile didn’t fade.
Actually, she could see it too, Clothilde was still a virgin.
And since Clothilde had chosen to keep her chastity, then she, already fallen, had no right to taint that purity.
As long as Clothilde held fast to her role as a nun, she couldn’t make the first move.
But if Clothilde ever chose to fall, then she would eagerly tempt her into the depths of pleasure.
Sister Belinda was a female *yabai*, but even she had her limits.
She wouldn’t go around doing whatever she wanted like Bishop Horace.
“…Then it’s just us two, Father Noah? I like you too, you know?”
She decided to temporarily give up on Clothilde, but that didn’t mean she was giving up on her desires.
There was a young, healthy priest right in front of her, and she was very interested in enjoying a sense of transgression with Noah.
Sister Belinda gazed at Noah with l*st-filled eyes, her little hands also quite restlessly placed on Noah’s chest, seeming quite practiced.
Unfortunately for her, Noah wasn’t some naïve boy, so he didn’t blush or get fl*stered; he simply smiled and shook his head.
“I’m sorry, but since you think we’re alike, it’s unlikely our relationship would go well. Two aggressors will inevitably lead to someone defending, and that would certainly be me. If you, Sister Belinda, are mentally prepared to be on the receiving end, then I don’t particularly mind?”
“…Oh dear, that’s rather troublesome, I prefer being on top myself.”
Sister Belinda was taken aback by Noah’s words, then she put away her wicked aura.
She took a step back, returning to her original compassionate and gentle demeanor, and smiled with some resignation.
“Heh, even the bottom can be the top, Sister Belinda, your training is still lacking it seems.”
“What?! The bottom being the top? This is the first time I’ve heard that… I see, thank you for your instruction, Father Noah, I feel like a whole new world has opened up to me.”
As if truly having been instructed, Sister Belinda gave Noah a solemn bow.
Too bad what she learned wasn’t exactly proper knowledge.
And it was precisely at this moment that Clotilde, in the cathedral hallway, noticed the two figures by the cathedral entrance.
Clotilde didn’t know why she felt a bit annoyed, but she suppressed it, adopting the proper demeanor of a nun and walked towards them.
“Sister Belinda, Father Noah, it’s quite late, why don’t you come inside and talk.”
As Clotilde approached them with a serene and gentle smile.
Noah and Sister Belinda just glanced at each other, then shared a knowing smile.
—Clotilde is worried they’ll catch a cold, truly a good woman through and through.
It’s just a pity this world isn’t kind to purely good women.