Get ahead of the fallen heroine and make the minotaur the victim

PS. I have updated five chapters today. I will continue tomorrow.

212. Sister, you called me?

Because Bishop Horace helped her solve a troublesome relationship, Clothier planned to repay Horace's kindness with a more diligent professional attitude.

It happened that many people came to the church to make an appointment to use the confessional today, so Clothier sat in the listening room of the confessional again to forgive the sins of those who came to confess.

Generally speaking, those who can come to confess to the clergy actively do so because they feel remorse from the bottom of their hearts.

If their conscience is not criticized, they will not come to the confessional at all.

So in most cases, believers will confess first according to the normal process, and then the priest or nun will forgive the believers' sins in the name of the goddess.

However, this responsibility is not simple. Sitting in a narrow space itself is not a problem.

After all, Clothier was used to sitting for a long time when she was still practicing.

The problem lies in the content of confession.

People are different, so the content of confession is also varied.

Some people feel pain in their hearts because they have developed a sexual interest in a male girl.

Some people feel guilty about having an affair with their neighbor's wife.

Some people feel guilty because they know their wife and neighbor are having an affair, but they are not angry but feel inexplicably happy.

Others feel guilty because they were possessed by the devil and used fish to vent their inner desires.

To be honest, Clotilde has heard of similar confessions in other churches before.

But how come the people in the water city confess all about this?

And the worst thing is that there are not only men, but also young women who seem to be very honest.

The other party said that she clearly loves her husband in her heart, but she can't resist the neighbor's gourd stick, and she vividly described the process.

This made Clotilde's mind think of the picture.

By the way, this lady should know the two men in front, right? Definitely know!

"…I'm sorry, ma'am, your sins cannot be forgiven. Please make up your mind to break off relations with your neighbors before you come to confess. I believe the goddess also expects this."

"Is that so... I, I know, I will try to refuse, thank you for listening to my story, Sister."

When Clothier resisted the urge to rub her legs and refused the other party's confession with a solemn voice with a hint of sadness.

The young woman's equally sad voice came from the confession room across the baffle.

Then Clothier heard the sound of the woman slowly getting up and leaving, and the sound of the door closing a moment later.

After confirming that there was no one around except herself, Clothier finally didn't have to endure it anymore, curled up her body and made an unbelievable, lustful sound.

"Haa... Haa... No, no, the lewd/mark has reacted..."

The familiar feeling spread from the abdomen to the whole body, and Clothier, who could no longer sit upright, had difficulty pulling open the baffle between the two rooms with his hands.

As expected, there were some strange water stains on the seats in the opposite room that were not there before.

Because she was in the same situation, Clotilde knew exactly what it was.

She could hold back when it came to the men in front.

But the lady just now was really too much. Who would confess in the confessional and tell the details of the process and feelings!

Are you really going to confess! ?

It’s okay if she has feelings, but isn’t this also hurting the nun who was listening!

At this time, Clotilde’s face quickly became hot and flushed in a very short time, and her mind was full of the scene that the young lady just said.

Just now, there were others around, and she could still restrain herself.

But now she can’t restrain herself anymore.

The so-called lust/mark curse is so troublesome. Not to mention seeing it, even hearing related things will cause reactions.

“Gu… No, if I go out like this, people will definitely find out that something is wrong…”

Originally, Clotilde planned to leave the confessional immediately and go to Noah who should be outside for help.

But she could feel that her face must be very red now, and she was twisting her body unconsciously, so it was 100% certain that she would be exposed.

So Clotil finally had to sit back in the seat in the listening room, and then began to go crazy with a guilty face.

She knew how bad it was to do this in the confessional.

But her previous experience in the wild, the priest's office, and the quiet street at night was not in vain.

The gradual process made her bottom line give in step by step. At this time, although Clotil still felt that this kind of thing was not right, it was better than going out in this state and being noticed by at least 20 people in the hall, right?

"Wu... Ah, goddess, please forgive me for my ugly appearance, I, I..."

On one side was a strong sense of guilt, and on the other side was an irresistible sense of pleasure. Under the torture of these two feelings, the nun made a sound similar to that of the lady who was confessing just now.

Compared with other places, the confessional is much more important to the nun.

Because in this room she would act as the goddess's messenger on earth and forgive the sins of believers.

In other words, it is equivalent to the goddess silently watching the scene in this room, otherwise how could she forgive the believer in the name of the goddess.

To put it more bluntly, the nun always felt that she was doing such treacherous things under the eyes of the goddess.

If someone pushed out of the room and saw her in such a mess, her life as a nun would be over.

Especially if her respected Bishop Horace knew that she, a battle nun who was fighting against heretics, was actually a heretic herself, he would definitely look at her with extremely disappointed eyes and feel pain.

It's such a dangerous situation right now.

But as the saying goes, the more dangerous the place, the stronger the stimulation.

In order to prevent the sound from spreading.

The nun covered her mouth with her other hand.

But this unintentional act made the nun suddenly imagine a new scene.

That's right, someone was covering her mouth from behind, humiliating her in front of the goddess she believed in.

This man was, of course, some dark-haired delinquent priest.

"No, Mr. Noah! No! You want to insult me ​​to this extent! Besides, the goddess will be angry...Eh? You said you are not afraid of the goddess? How, how could you say that you are actually...?! "

In the small theater in her mind in the confessional, Clotier imagined that Noah behind her was speaking his 'true identity' in her ear with a sarcastic smile, and therefore showed a look of astonishment and several times more sense of happiness.

She didn't know that Noah was really the evil god.

She just thought that if someone dared to do such an unforgivable behavior to her, a nun, in the confessional, that would be the only evil god who dared to resist the goddess.

It can be said that it was an unexpected hit.

But at this time, I didn't even care. I just thought in my heart, 'Ah, no, since I am an evil god, there is nothing I can do.'

He was still shouting, ‘Quick, stop! Mr. Noah! Dah! Dah ah ah! ’.

"What, Miss Sister, did you call me?"

"!!!?"

It's like the time is right.

Noah suddenly opened the door to the confessional and looked at the nun who was still fantasizing about being bullied by Noah from the outside.

At this time, the nun also stopped moving and looked at Noah, whom she regarded as the object of her star fantasy, in shock.

She froze like a child whose parents caught her looking at something strange in her room.

213. Confession room incident

In an instant, the air seemed to freeze.

Why, why! ? Could it be that he screamed too loudly? ?

At this moment, Clotier felt so ashamed that he wanted to crawl directly into the cracks in the ground.

But she also knew this was impossible.

So she arranged her clothes as quickly as possible, looked back at the boarding in front of her, folded her hands on her legs and sat up.

He said with an attitude as if Noah had made a mistake just now.

"What's the matter? Father Noah, I don't need to rest yet, you don't need to take my place."

Although she seemed to be trying very hard, her trembling voice and red cheeks had already given her away.

No matter how she thought about it, it was not an illusion. She was really imagining Noah forcing her to fall in front of the goddess.

But Noah is not a demon, and he will not deliberately expose her pitiful lie.

"...Ah, is that right? Then Sister Clotier, please do your work first. I've put the things here."

Noah just had an ambiguous smile on his face, took something out of his pocket and placed it on the leather chair made under Clotier, then left and closed the door.

Huh? ! Did you really get through with the trick?

Did Mr. Noah really think that he had made a mistake just now? No way!

Just when Clotier himself didn't believe that he could actually be deceived, he subconsciously looked at what Noah had put down on the chair next to him.

She knew that she had indeed been exposed.

Because what Noah put there was nothing else.

It's the kind of magical equipment that she uses every time to help her body quickly return to normal.

One is a collection of some lost craftsmanship that can be fully automated but on a smaller scale.

One focuses on violence and wild beauty, and is larger in scale.

"I told you I don't want this kind of consideration!!!"

Apparently she didn't get away with it at all and was pitied by Noah, which made Clotier feel terrible.

She didn't care about her nun's demeanor and shouted out in shame and anger.

"Don't shout so loud, Miss Sister, do you want to be exposed?"

However, what surprised her was that Noah's voice rang not from the side door this time, but from the opposite room.

Clotier quickly looked at the opened partition, and happened to see Noah who walked into the opposite room and was bending down to wipe the stains on the chair with a handkerchief.

Because Noah's movements were so skilled, she didn't know what reaction to use.

But the curve of Noah's slightly exposed neck when he bent over made Clotier's body react.

"Woo..."

She immediately made a strange noise at this.

Even if she hurriedly covered her voice again, it was useless, Noah still heard her.

"Don't just endure it, Miss Sister, are you planning to endure it until your sanity completely disappears and attack people indiscriminately?"

Putting the dirty handkerchief back into his pocket, Noah did not leave, but sat directly in the confessional room, staring at her face through the lowered baffle in the middle.

He was still urging her to start the "experiment" quickly.

"This, this is a confessional, how could I do such a shameful thing..."

Feeling strongly ashamed, the nun frowned and tried to save her face.

"Ah? But weren't you doing it just now? Why are you still pretending now? Don't say anything, just start, I'm waiting to collect your experimental data."

Unfortunately, the nun's struggle was completely useless, because Noah easily exposed her self-deception.

"How, how could I let you see it!"

This made her blush and let out a pleasant cry.

Because she didn't dare to look at Noah's face at all, she immediately pulled up the baffle, leaving only a smaller round hole that could not be closed.

There was only one reason why she didn't dare to look at Noah's face and didn't want to be looked at.

That was because she had just imagined that Noah had done something bad to her, and she was now feeling guilty about Noah.