NOVEL NEXT chapter 216
Chapter 216. No, You’re Voluntarily Playing the Victim, Right? (13)
Noah also hadn’t expected the person to be that old geezer Horace.
It looks like he’s really getting impatient.
He stuck himself on right after Clotilde showed him an attitude of respect.
But this wasn’t just Noah’s self-serving assumptions.
Because that was really the truth.
Outside the confessional, Horace currently wore a contrived, benevolent smile, anticipating Clotilde opening the confessional and walking out.
But how could Clotilde possibly go out!
She was still halfway done with Noah, the lewd marks were still glowing with a seductive pinkish-purple light, alright!
But not saying anything would definitely lead to misunderstandings, and pretending not to be here wasn’t an option.
So Clotilde had no choice but to endure the rising pleasure, and feign composure as she responded:
“Yes, I’m inside, Bishop Horace. Because my time isn’t up, I regret I cannot come out to see you, is there something you need?”
The ‘time’ excuse was something Clotilde came up with on the spot, as she hadn’t actually arranged with anyone to finish her duties at a specific time.
“Hoh ho ho, Sister Clotilde, you’re really dedicated, aren’t you? I just thought I might ask some other sisters or priests to take over so you could rest, but it seems that won’t be needed.”
However, Bishop Horace, being a bishop, was unaware that Clotilde was lying.
Normally, Clothilde was a stickler for rules, so when she said it wasn’t time yet, Horace figured it really wasn’t the time she’d set for herself.
Horace stroked the beard on his chin, speaking to Clothilde inside the room in a voice full of concern and affection, his voice carrying through the door.
He was putting on a dignified, bishop-like demeanor, hoping to further improve his image in Clothilde’s eyes.
“Yes, thank you for your concern.”
Hearing that Horace didn’t have anything urgent, Clothilde relaxed a little.
She really didn’t want Horace to see her like this, okay.
Letting out a sigh of relief, she glanced back at Noah, and seeing Noah looking completely unconcerned and relaxed, she suddenly felt a surge of annoyance.
Mr. Noah sure is leisurely!
Even though his being so quiet and not suddenly moving did help her a great deal, she still felt incredibly put out.
Alright, the bishop will leave once he’s done here anyway, I’ll just catch Mr. Noah off guard!
A mischievous glint flashed in her eyes, Clothilde had originally been sitting on the ‘chair’.
But abruptly lifted her gown and moved again.
This sudden action caused the meditating Noah to open his eyes, looking surprised at the nun who was showing half her charming profile, a wicked smile on her face as she looked back at him, pleased with her successful sneak attack.
—Seriously, lady, Horace is still outside the door!
Noah wasn’t even trying to take advantage of the chaos, and yet the nun was being this bold?
—Heh! This is punishment, Mr. Noah! Just a small bit of revenge for all the bad things you’ve done to me before!
Noah’s reaction naturally made the nun happy, thinking she’d caught him off guard and smiling as she continued her actions.
Until a moment of silence passed and Horace’s voice came through the door again.
“By the way, Sister Clothilde, is there anything else you need my help with?”
“Huh?!”
—Wait?! Is the Bishop still there?!
Because Clothilde’s attention was entirely on Noah, she hadn’t noticed, and instinctively assumed that Horace would have left after speaking.
As a result, this sudden question made Clothilde exclaim in surprise.
Because of the comfort, her voice sounded a bit flirtatious.
“Hoh hoh hoh, there’s no need to be so surprised, you’re a battle nun that our church is very proud of, so of course I’ll take extra care of you.”
Hearing this voice that Clothilde would never usually make.
Horace assumed it was his own friendliness that had moved Clothilde to make such a girlish sound.
He smiled smugly, imagining the nun blushing slightly as she looked in his direction from inside the confessional.
“Um, um, I really appreciate your care, but I’m alright.”
—Actually, whether or not I’m okay, I still am, like, I can’t stop now, but obviously I can’t tell you that…
Clotilde, inside the confessional, couldn’t stop a second time, because she found herself feeling an unsettling excitement about the situation.
The l*st/mark empowered her, she simply couldn’t force herself to stop again.
So, she could only grit her teeth to keep from making strange noises, while trying to sound calm as she chatted with Horace outside the door.
“Is that so? You really don’t need to be so polite with me, okay? If you’re worried that your attitude might seem special, you don’t need to be, because I’ll be taking care of all the other sisters as well.”
“I’m really, truly okay, Bishop.”
Though Clotilde’s voice was noticeably more fl*stered than usual.
But Horace only assumed Clotilde was feeling embarrassed.
—Heh… that nun Clotilde who’s so prim and proper with everyone else is acting like a normal girl in front of me.
Looks like I could get her even without using a magic device, I am the Bishop after all, my personal charm is just that high.
Now looking like a complete ‘cuck’, Horace smiled smugly.
Totally unaware that the nun he fancied was doing *that* trade with Noah inside the confessional.
“Well then, I’ll be leaving now, you can come find me anytime Sister Clotilde.”
“Mmm, mmm~❤”
—Heh, looks like she’s just a nun after all, getting so happy she’d make that kind of noise just from being taken care of by a Bishop.
Horace didn’t notice anything amiss until the end, he left full of self-satisfaction.
He left imagining Clotilde in the confessional, her head bowed in shyness, looking adorably pitiful.
But you couldn’t really blame Horace for that.
Who would’ve imagined that the normally serious, and resolutely anti-lewd nun?
Now had an enchanting l*st/mark flashing on her abdomen.
And simply could not STOP?
The smile on Clotilde’s face wasn’t a shy or pitiful smile at all.
More like some kind of blissful smile, born from experiencing unprecedented pleasure.
Even though it’d be awful if Horace discovered her, even though she should stop.
But she just couldn’t stop it~❤
“Hey, hey, Sister, you’re not really turning into a perverted nun who likes being seen, are you? Even I would’ve played it straight in that situation, but you’re being so mischievous? Hmm?”
“N-no I’m not~, it’s all your fault, Mr. Noah! It’s your fault for not stopping me!”
Though she recognized that her state seemed a bit out of control, Clotilde tried to put on an embarrassed and angry voice like she usually would.
But sadly, there was 90% embarrassment and only 10% anger in it.
It didn’t sound scary in the slightest.
And besides, it’d be one thing if she actually stopped talking.
But she simply couldn’t stop.
What followed was even more excessive – she didn’t even wait for Noah to say anything more.
Because of Horace’s appearance, the nun, whose rhythm was completely disrupted, hadn’t won against Noah as she’d hoped, but instead ‘self-destructed.’
“—!”
After a series of muffled whimpers, clearly trying to hold back, but still conveying how delighted she was,
the nun simply toppled backward, collapsing onto Noah’s body.
Today’s defeat—it seemed to be the nun’s usual style.
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