Get Ahead of the Fallen Heroine and Make the Bull-Headed Man the Victim - Chapter 189



Chapter 189.

Father Noah Can’t Stand Others’ Sadness (28)

After finishing today’s magical recovery training in the morning, Clotilde returned to the Water City Cathedral in the afternoon.

She waited until the penitent believers and nuns left the confessional before she entered alone, sitting back in the listening chamber of the confessional to ponder her thoughts.

As for the subject of her contemplation, it was, of course, the strange ‘dream’ she had experienced in the confessional a couple of days ago.

Over the past two days, she had thought a lot, and ultimately returned here with a desire to see if she could trigger that event again.

However, she knew deep down that it was impossible.

How could such a coincidence occur, that simply sitting in the confessional would trigger such an absurd unfolding?

Although she had thought several times about asking the person who knew the most about this, namely Bishop Horace.

But what if Horace asked her what exactly happened? She wouldn’t be able to answer.

Thus, for the past few days, aside from her own thoughts, she had no other way to proceed.

It was just now that a sudden flash of inspiration struck her, and she thought of a self-proclaimed reasonable explanation.

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That is, she encountered a succubus!

Unlike the incubi who commit sins of lust directly in the real world, succubi are a rare type of demon that leads people to commit sins in the dream world.

Demons that appear in female form are generally called succubi.

And those that appear in male form are generally called nightmares.

Since the number of succubi overwhelmingly exceeds that of nightmares, it’s perfectly fine to refer to them as ‘they.’

Compared to incubi, succubi possess a stronger ability to transform, allowing them to create extremely realistic dreams; it is said that the individuals involved do not even notice when they enter the dream.

This aligns perfectly with her experience of unknowingly falling asleep in the confessional, only to wake up and find herself a bit damp.

But with this realization, Clotilde felt even more furious.

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Being deceived by a succubus and having her magic taken away, marked with lewd symbols was one thing, but how could a succubus even come after her?

And it took on her form, presenting itself as her former self to attack her!

Aren’t succubi supposed to target men, while nightmares prey on women?

Though she wished neither side would come after her, encountering a succubus was infuriating.

Mainly because the other party used her image, making her momentarily believe she wasn’t the real Clotilde, but that the other was. This was something she simply couldn’t accept.

She was so devout, after all! How could she possibly be fake?

This left her sitting alone in the confessional for half an hour, stewing in her frustration.

If she hadn’t heard footsteps, Clotilde might have stayed there much longer.

…Huh? Footsteps? Could it be a re-enactment of that day!?

The possibility suddenly surfaced in the nun’s mind, sharpening her senses.

But she quickly gave up.

Because the footsteps were all too familiar; it was someone she knew.

Generally, if a believer entered the room, clergy were not allowed to leave the confessional and meet them casually.

However, since the person was not a believer, Clotilde pushed the door open and stepped out, speaking in a clearly displeased tone:

“Where have you been these past two days, Father Noah? There’s been a major problem; I discovered that a succubus has entered the cathedral, and it was in this very room with the confessional.”

Though there was dissatisfaction, there was also trust.

After all, he was the only one she could consult without worry.

Noah had come over out of curiosity, having seen Clotilde sitting alone in the confessional, frowning in silence, wanting to ask her what was wrong.

But before he could even ask, the nun took the initiative to speak, indicating she had been troubled for quite some time; otherwise, she wouldn’t have lost her composure like this.

Yet, a succubus of all things—Noah couldn’t help but chuckle.

“A succubus? But didn’t you say this cathedral is filled with sanctity, and monsters wouldn’t dare invade? If that’s the case, where did the succubus come from?”

“I’d like to know that too!”

Clotilde knew Noah would react this way, so her expression only darkened slightly.

If she knew where it came from, she wouldn’t need to tell Noah; she would have gone straight to confront it herself.

“OK, OK, I get it. For now, just tell me what happened.”

Seeing the nun like this, Noah deliberately adopted a fatherly demeanor, as if caring for a teenage girl, extending his hands to press down the air, as if to suppress her anger.

“…”

Clotilde, now an adult and with a figure that could be described as mature, was speechless.

But even this flippant priest was the only one she could consult.

So she swallowed her dissatisfaction and simply relayed what she remembered to Noah.

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After listening to her fantastical adventure story, Noah’s expression was also filled with astonishment.

Without saying a word, he suddenly lifted the curtain in front of Sister Clotilde’s habit, directly gazing at the state of her abdomen.

“!?”

Yes, it was indeed a state that had been indulged in once before; otherwise, the brightness at this time wouldn’t be so low.

Noah looked at Sister Clotilde’s slender, sexy abdomen and thighs, which were free of excess fat, with an air of fascination, like a researcher interested in a certain phenomenon.

After all, as the female protagonist, Sister Clotilde’s underwear and abdomen could be seen under her habit, highlighting the contrast between her seemingly austere appearance and her inner sensuality.

As Sister Clotilde, who was not openly flirtatious but rather subtly so, was suddenly treated this way by Noah, she would immediately snatch the curtain from his hand, her face red with anger, and glare at him:

“What are you doing, Father Noah?! You can look if you want, but at least tell me first!”

Her anger wasn’t directed at Noah’s sexual harassment, but rather at his not telling her beforehand, which revealed that Sister Clotilde was already accustomed to Noah’s behavior.

It was just that she wasn’t yet fully accustomed to it.

“Sorry, sorry~”

Noah apologized nonchalantly, his face bearing a completely unrepentant smile.

“…It’s truly an insincere apology, although I already knew it would be this kind of reaction.”

Sister Clotilde felt sorrowful about her gradual habituation to Noah, and her delicate, white eyelashes drooped in sadness.

Her sorrowful appearance made her look even more beautiful than when she was angry, evoking a sense of tranquility like still lake water, which could evoke feelings of pity in others.

The sorrowful Sister Clotilde, just these few words, could make people feel a ripple in their hearts.

Noah also acknowledged her beauty, but the sorrowful Sister Clotilde didn’t fit his pursuit, so Noah had to make her stop feeling sorrowful.

“What?! Why did you lift it again?!”

As for the method?

Of course, it was to lift the curtain in front of Sister Clotilde’s habit again!

Watching her face quickly change from sorrow to anger, her hands firmly pressing the curtain between her legs, and her angry gaze fixed on him, Noah revealed a satisfied smile.

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PS. Today’s fourth update, and we’ll continue tomorrow!