NOVEL NEXT chapter 217
Chapter 217. You’re Hot, but You’re Also Really Horny
After it all ended.
Clotilde couldn’t hide the self-reproach on her face. The more pleasure her body had just experienced, the heavier her heart now felt, as she used purification magic on the room.
Ah, ah… It was terrible… Not only had she done it in the confessional, of all places, but she hadn’t even managed to win against Mr. Noah. Now she truly had no face to meet Bishop Horace, who trusted her so deeply…
Clotilde was full of regret, immense regret.
She shouldn’t have ignored Noah’s warnings back then. If she hadn’t, the l*st demon wouldn’t have seized her power and cursed her with l*st markings. If she hadn’t been marked, she wouldn’t have fallen into sin in the sacred confessional.
She was past the stage of anger now, and had gone straight to blaming herself.
Noah could clearly see the grief written on her profile.
But sadly, Noah couldn’t feel any sympathy for her; if anything, he wanted to laugh.
Horace over there was obviously far more depraved, yet didn’t feel any shame.
Meanwhile, this nun, who had only used her backside, was overcome with guilt.
It wasn’t like any person or god was going to punish her, it was simply her own conscience that was torturing her.
“Alright, stop blaming yourself, Miss Nun. Your magic has recovered significantly, hasn’t it? You should be back to about eighty percent of your prime now. That’s something to be happy about.”
At that moment, Noah stood outside the confessional door, looking at Clotilde, still standing there in punishment, and teasingly said.
It hadn’t been long at all, but Clotilde had already recovered eighty percent of her prime magic power. Level wise, she had to be at about LV70 or so. She should be happy about that.
After all, if Noah hadn’t helped her deal with the l*st markings, she wouldn’t have recovered so quickly even if she did it every day.
“…Yes, I can definitely use them again for a while, but I feel like I’ve lost something far more important.”
Clotilde, responding to Noah, didn’t ignore him. She casually summoned her ‘Holy Lance’ and ‘Magic Book,’ which were provided to her by the relic research center, into her hands.
Now she no longer had to worry about not being able to summon her weapons at critical moments, and having to rely on hand-to-hand combat or cheap weapons.
But she didn’t look happy at this moment.
Her long, white eyelashes trembled slightly, and her eyes held a deep sadness.
Of course, she could use the excuse of not confessing in a confessional—that being seen in such a state by the faithful would be worse—and also that it would allow her to quickly recover her magic power, to justify things.
But she still felt utterly unworthy as a nun, not only having violated the church’s doctrines, but also disappointing the Goddess. Was such a price really worth it?
The way Clothilde looked at this moment was full of fragility. Even though she was a nun meant to guide lost lambs toward the right path, she now seemed more like a lost little lamb herself.
If Noah wanted to seduce her at this time, he could easily raise her favorability by simply saying some comforting words. Making her fall head over heels for him wouldn’t be impossible.
But Noah refused. He wasn’t some trashy, small-fry villain who needed to seduce the female protagonist to survive.
He’d be perfectly fine being a hidden boss that the female protagonist hated.
So Noah not only didn’t say any comforting words, he even plastered a malicious grin on his face and jeered:
“Heh, what’s with ‘worth it’? It’s come to this already, what use is your regret now? The important stuff was lost the moment you fell for that horny demon’s plot, got it? If you’re gonna keep wallowing like this, don’t blame me if I start spanking your big ass.”
Noah’s voice was full of disdain and mockery for Clothilde’s self-reproach, and he even resorted to personal attacks at the end.
This did indeed cause the sorrowful aura that had been emanating from Clothilde to immediately vanish, because she was utterly speechless now.
She really was an idiot. Was she expecting Mr. Noah to comfort her?
Wouldn’t that mean she was craving Mr. Noah to be her support?
Doing such a thing was unlike her. And even though Mr. Noah’s words were harsh, it was true that regret was useless, so she should quickly pull herself together.
Encouraged, or rather provoked, by Noah’s words, Clothilde silently sheathed her two weapons.
Turning around, she looked at Noah with slightly disgruntled, speechless eyes and said softly:
“…You really have no idea how to comfort a woman. I bet you don’t have any close female friends. Also, please don’t resort to personal attacks. While I don’t mind, many women are quite sensitive about such things.”
Clothilde knew that her figure was above average, but it wasn’t something she worried about.
She carefully controlled her caloric intake and exercise, thank you very much.
Yes, she was a little bigger than average, but not to the point of being described as ‘big’!
“Haha, but you don’t look like you don’t mind, Miss Nun. But don’t worry about it too much. Even if your ass is big, you have big boobs too.”
Seeing that Miss Nun had perked up, Noah laughed even more carelessly, continuing to tease her about her figure.
Clothilde was even more speechless as a result.
She even instinctively crossed one arm in front of her chest, trying to block Noah’s gaze from reaching her breasts, and replied in an unhappy, cold voice:
“…Whether it’s comfort or compliments, you’re terrible at both. Mr. Noah, you should really learn from Bishop Horace what true compassion is.”
“No need. I don’t intend to be an ordinary bishop or priest. Don’t forget, I have a special mission, just like you. Being seen through as a priest by human traitors who might worship demons would be bad news, wouldn’t it?”
“…”
Clothilde realized that no matter what she said, Noah would always find something to retort with.
Perhaps arguing with him was a mistake in the first place.
Sigh… Well, what can I do? To stop him from causing trouble for others later, I, the ‘responsible one,’ have to keep an eye on him.
Feeling resigned, the nun sighed deeply. Then, her black-silk-stocking-clad long legs began to move in Noah’s direction. As she walked, she said with a helpless look:
“…Forget it. Anyway, thanks for that utterly awful consolation. I’m not that bothered anymore. It’s just me going to confess to the Goddess alone.”
That somewhat resentful yet composed tone.
Noah chuckled inwardly and moved out of the way. He didn’t say anything else, simply letting Clotilde pass by him and head out of the room.
But just as Clotilde was about to leave, Noah’s voice unexpectedly rang out from behind her.
“Though it was a terrible consolation, it was also kind of a compliment, you know? Miss Nun, haven’t you heard that ‘big is good’?”
“…What is that? I’ve never heard of it, not at all.”
After dropping this somewhat disgruntled remark, Clotilde pushed open the door and left the room.
But once she had closed the door behind her, Clotilde leaned against it, looking down at her chest – she couldn’t even see her feet, and even her conservative nun’s habit couldn’t hide the curves. A smile she couldn’t quite suppress slowly formed on her lips.
What is he… Mr. Noah actually does say some nice things, even if they’re still awful.