NOVEL NEXT chapter 231
Chapter 231. Desire and reason reached a consensus, fucking him is the only way!
Clotilde’s mentality did indeed change depending on whether or not she was wearing her nun’s habit.
You should know that the nun’s habit is her formal attire, and just wearing it is a reminder that she is a nun of the church, and her words and actions must be strictly regulated.
She doesn’t think it’s too difficult, after all, she believes the church is correct, and she sincerely believes in and loves the Goddess who loves humanity.
However, abstinence is not the same as being without desire.
The desires she suppressed when she was a nun were all accumulated in her heart.
Now that she has taken off her nun’s habit, it is like being freed from restraint, which has emboldened her.
Plus, this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to teach Noah, who always bullies her, a lesson.
Under the effect of these two factors, a feeling that Clotilde would definitely never do while wearing her nun’s habit welled up in her heart.
—That is, to let Noah see that mocking ‘adults’ is a dangerous thing.
At this moment, Clotilde felt two little figures pop out from somewhere on either side of her head.
One was her, dressed provocatively like a succubus, and the other was her, clad in a plain nun’s habit, not battle-specialized but just like any other nun.
[That’s right, yes! This is the way! Go and let that arrogant little brat know how powerful ‘I’ am!]
The succubus-her displayed a sadistic and alluring smile, urging Clotilde to take action.
[Wait a minute! ‘I’! Are you really going to do something so… succubus-like! Lady Goddess will be so disappointed, you know!]
But on the other side, the nun-her was pleading with Clotilde in a distressed voice not to act.
“Gu….”
Clotilde knew this was just her hallucination; the succubus figurine was the embodiment of her sins and desires, while the nun figure was her rationality and moral compass.
She felt the nun figurine was right. Even if she wasn’t wearing a nun’s habit, she was still a follower of the Goddess. How could she bang Mr. Noah in his ‘shrunken and amnesiac’ state?
Desperately biting her lower lip to restrain her desire, Clotilde’s gaze gradually cleared.
And the lewd patterns on her abdomen also faded as her thoughts shifted.
—That’s right, she needed to calm down. She didn’t want to become the kind of person who was devoid of reason, living only on desire, a truly terrible succubus.
She was a nun, Nun Clotilde. How could she repeatedly do things that would shame the church and the Goddess?
It was better not to do such evil things; she should find a way to help Mr. Noah return to normal and leave this place.
“Ahem… Mr. Noah, if you apologize now, I can consider it the childish ramblings of a child and not take it to heart, but if you continue to speak to an adult like me so disrespectfully, be careful, I will have to teach you what politeness is~”
Although she said it that way, Clotilde couldn’t resist teasing Noah in the end.
“Hahaha! Old hag, you’re quite the joker, huh? If you want me to respect you, you should first show that you’re worthy of respect. If you could break the magic circle in this room right away, maybe I could consider changing my attitude towards you, you old hag.”
However, Noah, who wasn’t actually amnesiac but simply tempting her to make a mistake, let out a laugh as if he had heard something hilarious.
He even looked at her face provocatively, calling her an ‘old hag’.
Old…old hag!?
In that instant, Clotilde, the succubus-her, and the nun-her were all stunned simultaneously.
Noah looked about 14 years old, and she was only just 21, how could she be an old hag!?
[Go for it! ‘I’! Bang him to death! Anyway, ‘I’ has already made many mistakes, haven’t I! Does one more matter now! At the very least, just consider it a way to relieve the lewd pattern curse in advance!]
The succubus-her, the first to react, was trying to find a pretext for her main self to take action.
[…Ah, such rudeness, he must have not been educated properly. What a pitiful child, go ‘I’, surely Lady Goddess also expects ‘I’ to educate him well…yes, that must be it! Go ‘I’!]
And the nun-her, too, was getting angry at being called an ‘old hag’.
Forget about morality!
Well, now that her desires and reason had reached a consensus, Clotilde had completely made up her mind.
Go!
“Heh, heh~ you really are impossible, but making you respect me isn’t only possible by breaking the magic circle and leaving here, you know?”
As if she had fallen, Clotilde let out a mature, seductive laugh, looking with a hint of teasing at the arrogant black-haired boy before her, letting go of her hands, which had instinctively assumed a prayerful position, and slowly moving them towards the buttons on her clothes.
“Oh? And what might that be?”
Seeing the nun finally fall for his trap, Noah’s face broke into a fearless smile, defiantly raising his chin at the white-haired woman before him.
“Why, it’s a bit of direct education for you, of course~ Such a naughty child, showing so little respect for your teacher~”
Already tossing aside her nun persona, and fully embracing her role as a teacher, Clothilde quickly unbuttoned her tight white shirt.
The buttons, as if relieved of a heavy burden, seemed ready to burst.
The restrained behemoth beneath also seemed to break free from its seal, revealing its cruel, ferocious form.
Sunlight hit the massive structure, reflecting a dazzling glow.
And on Clothilde’s cheeks, a blush, like that of someone drunk, began to bloom.
She teased Noah with a light tone, all while assuming her battle stance in this outfit.
“Teacher? Who? You? Haha, don’t be ridiculous. How could you possibly be my teacher, and what do you think you’re doing? Don’t tell me you’re going to lay a hand on me? I’m still a child.”
Though Noah sensed danger, he didn’t react much.
Instead, he deliberately wore a confident expression, ‘I dare you to try.’
“And why do you think I wouldn’t?”
Clothilde didn’t back down either, she just smiled faintly, taking off her black jacket and tossing it carelessly on a nearby table. Then, she started walking towards Noah, each step punctuated by her red-soled black high heels.
The sound of her heels on the floor was crisp and sharp, as if they could enter the depths of your heart, infused with some unknown magic.
“Hey, what are you doing? You’re really going to lay a hand on me?”
The huge, oppressive mass, which had been intimidating from a distance, was now getting bigger as the space closed. Now only reaching Clothilde’s chest, Noah had to tilt his head back to see her face.
“Hehe~ Like I said, it’s just some education for a disobedient child~ Don’t be so scared, Mr. Noah… no, Noah~”
Coming closer, Clothilde, now realizing the tall black-haired young man was so much shorter than her, finally felt the superiority of being in the ‘dominant position’.
*Hehe! Mr. Noah is so small! If this is the Mr. Noah I’m fighting, then I’m certain to win!*
The nun, preparing to bully the small, gave a predatory look, as she had this thought.