NOVEL NEXT chapter 215
Chapter 215. Ride-Along Overtime! (14)
Honestly, the confessional play was way more stimulating than the stuff in the priest’s office before.
Noah was even starting to like this kind of not-seeing-the-other-person’s-face kind of play.
When it was all over.
Noah turned his X-ray vision back on.
He saw that the Sister on the other side of the partition was sprawled out on the ground, completely devoid of her earlier forceful demeanor.
“Heh, what holy grail? It looks to me like you’re the dirty, despicable heretic, Sister.”
To get Sister to perk up, Noah intensified his taunts, humiliating the last remnants of her pride.
“…”
But there was no response from the other side.
It felt like the sounds of the Flower of Hope were about to ring out in the room at any moment.
“Is that all you’ve got? You’re such a handful, Sister. Well then, I guess I’m coming in.”
Noah deliberately waited for a while, but there was still no reaction from the other side.
Not even a reply, not even the sound of trying to stand up.
So Noah could only get up and leave the confessional’s confession booth, heading for the confessional’s listening booth.
Looking at the nun who was still posing on the floor, Noah scratched his head, helpless.
Was it because it was too stimulating and her consciousness flew away?
Or did she recover her rationality and was too ashamed to play dead?
Either way, Noah had no choice but to first scoop up the nun’s slender, firm waist and the curve of her legs in her tall boots, lifting her and placing her on the leather chair in the confession booth.
He didn’t know if Noah’s movements were a little rough, but anyway, the nun slowly opened her mouth while still keeping her eyes closed.
“…It’s not over yet, Mr. Noah.”
“Huh? So that fake death was to lure me over? What a hassle, give it up, you’re… okay.”
Noah originally planned to refuse, but Clothilde, leaning against the wall with her eyes closed, just made one move, and Noah stopped his sarcasm and chose to play along.
What was that move that was so effective?
It was simple, Clothilde just slowly lifted the front of her nun’s habit, letting Noah see the lewd marks that were still flickering with a seductive glow.
This meant she wasn’t satisfied yet, and naturally, Noah couldn’t let her go out alone.
“…To be honest, this is terrible, I’ve revealed such an ugly side of myself in the sacred confessional, under the gaze of the Goddess.”
As she said this, Clothilde’s voice was filled with self-loathing.
“…But Mr. Noah, that’s precisely why I can’t admit defeat. If you lose to me, you have to properly repent for this behavior with me!”
But when she suddenly opened her eyes, Noah could still see the pious faith in the Goddess and the dedication to her nun’s identity in her eyes.
This nun’s personality is seriously intense, even when doing this kind of lewd thing, she’s still so full of a holy aura.
This made Noah think of the nun’s best ending in the original work.
She single-handedly destroyed the heretical faction within the Church, but because she violated the Church’s dogma, she was deemed a ‘fallen nun’ by the Church and could no longer return to the Church, living a solitary life of devout solitude.
Honestly, that’s just utterly stupid, she clearly could have had a good life, but she insisted on sticking to things that no one else believed in.
Such an idiot.
…But Noah didn’t hate idiots, rather he actually kind of liked them.
“…Heh, okay, if you win I’ll agree to whatever you want, repentance or whatever, but if I win, you know what’s coming, nun.”
Noah raised his chin, giving Clothilde, who was on the seat, a mischievous grin.
“No problem, because I won’t lose!”
Clothilde’s face was full of a confidence that Noah didn’t quite understand where it came from.
But anyway, the overtime match had begun.
Because the nun’s lewd marks were clearly still active, but his own consciousness was getting clearer and clearer, and it wouldn’t be long before he started to dominate the lewd marks.
So, as a reward for the nun’s performance, Noah deliberately gave in.
Letting Clothilde choose her own movements and positions.
The outcome surprised Noah greatly.
“Heh, what do you say, Mr. Noah? Still time to surrender, you know?”
Clothilde looked back, her eyes glancing at Noah behind her, a smug smile playing on her flushed face.
“You’re kidding, this is nothing. If you’ve got the breath for trash talk, why not try harder and actually make me suffer?”
Noah crossed his arms behind his head, looking at the nun before him. He calmly returned her provocation, slowly closing his eyes as if he were actually enjoying himself.
Noah had to admit, this was a first.
Clothilde was using gravity.
The pressure was significantly stronger than it had been through the barrier.
And it made feeling Clothilde’s perfectly full thighs and butt all the easier.
But even so, it was nothing special.
His fight with the Shrine Princess in the royal gardens had been much more memorable.
“Is that so? Don’t say I didn’t warn you, Mr. Noah.”
Seeing Noah’s composed expression, Clothilde wasn’t nervous.
Instead, she turned back and began lifting her duty to launch a serious attack on Noah.
Aah… this is really a mess… how did I get myself into this?
I explicitly said I wouldn’t do this in the holy church, I’m going to regret this so much when the effects of the l*st mark wear off.
But it can’t be helped! It’s all Mr. Noah’s fault for seducing me!
If he hadn’t appeared in the confessional I definitely wouldn’t have gone this far!
So, this is the only way!
If I win, the Goddess will forgive my transgression!
As Clothilde relentlessly attacked Noah, trying to make him yield, she was determined not to let her sense of transgression deplete her HP first.
She had to abandon her shame and focus all her energy on attacking Noah.
Actually, the l*st mark was working in her favor, without her conscious awareness.
Because without it, she’d already have been out of steam.
Her desire to win against Noah, to make him confess along with her about today’s events, was what fueled her to fight so ferociously.
This subconscious usage of the l*st mark was the reason for her smugness.
As long as it was only the two of them, she could win!
Feeling like she was in good shape, and that Noah was faltering, the nun’s eyes gleamed with delight.
But just then, footsteps sounded outside the door.
–Eh?! Wait, wait a minute, could someone be coming to use the confessional?!
“No! You can’t come in!”
The one who should be confessing right now is *me*!
The thought that the person outside might be coming to use the confessional, ready to sit across from a believer, made Clotilde lose her composure, starting to panic.
Noah of course sensed the change, even slightly frowning because of it, as suddenly becoming tighter would definitely feel off, right?
But when he glanced towards the door, preparing to see who exactly was outside…
Noah suddenly relaxed his frown, even wearing a hint of an ambiguous smile.
“Sister Clotilde, my dear child, are you in there?”
When Bishop Horace, who came to ‘check up’ on Clotilde after she’d spent a long time in the confessional listening to confessions, asked this question…
Clotilde’s expression instantly became filled with shame.
Even if he wasn’t a believer coming to confess, it was still just as bad!!!
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PS. This is the fourth update today, one more to go!
(Some typos were indeed missed, but some were deliberate to avoid censorship, I trust my readers can discern.)