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

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

212. Miss Sister, are you calling me?

Because Bishop Horace helped her resolve a troubled relationship, Clothier planned to repay Horace's kindness with a harder professional attitude.

It so happened that there were many people who came to the church to make appointments to use the confessional today, so Clotil sat in the listening room of the confessional again to forgive the sins of those who came to confess.

Generally speaking, those who take the initiative to confess to clergy do so out of a heartfelt remorse.

If one's conscience is not tormented, one will not come to the confessional at all.

Therefore, 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 easy. Sitting in a narrow space is not a problem in itself.

After all, Clotil was already used to sitting for long periods of time when he was still practicing.

The problem lies in the content of the confession.

People are different, so the content of confession varies.

Some people feel inner pain because they actually have sexual interest in male girls.

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

Some people know clearly that their wife and neighbor are doing something shameful, but instead of being angry, they feel inexplicably happy and feel deeply guilty.

Others said that they were possessed by the devil and felt guilty for using fish to vent their inner desires.

To be honest, Ricklottier had heard similar confessions in other churches before.

But why do the people in Shuidu only confess about these things?

And the worst thing is that there are not only men, but also young women who seem to be very honest from the sound of their voices coming to confess.

The other party said that she clearly loved her husband in her heart, but she could not resist the neighbor's beating, and she described the whole process vividly.

This made Clotil conjure up the image in his mind.

By the way, this lady and the two men mentioned above should know each other, right? Definitely!

"…I'm sorry, ma'am, your sins cannot be forgiven. Please make up your mind to cut off ties with your neighbors before you come back to confess. I'm sure the goddess would also like you to do so."

"Is that so? I understand. I will try to refuse. Thank you for listening to my story, Sister."

When Clotil resisted the urge to rub his legs together, he rejected the other party's confession in a solemn voice with a hint of sadness.

From the confessional across the barrier came a young woman's equally sad voice.

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

After making sure that there was no one around except herself, Clotil finally no longer had to endure it. She curled up her body and made inappropriate, lustful sounds.

“Haaa…Haaa…No, no, the sexual pattern is reacting…”

The familiar feeling spread from the abdomen to the whole body. Clotil, who had no way to sit upright, struggled to pull open the partition between the two rooms with his hands.

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

Because he was in the same situation, Clotil knew exactly what it was.

She could still hold herself together when it came to those men in front of her.

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

Do you really intend to repent?

It would be fine if she had her own feelings, but wouldn't this also harm the nun who was listening?

At this moment, Clotil's face quickly became hot and flushed in a very short time, and her mind was full of the scene that the young lady had just described.

Just now, because there were other people around, she was able to restrain herself.

But now she couldn't hold it back any longer.

The so-called lust/mark curse is so troublesome that even if you see it, you will react even if you hear about it.

"Gu... No, if I go out like this, someone will definitely notice that something is wrong..."

Originally, Clotil planned to leave the confessional immediately and go find Noah, who was supposed to be outside, for help.

But she could feel that her face must be very red, and she was twisting her body unconsciously, so she was 100% sure to be exposed.

So Clotil finally had no choice but to sit back in his seat in the listening room, and then, with a face full of guilt, he began to act crazy.

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

But her previous experiences in the wild, in the priest's office, and on the streets late at night were not in vain.

The gradual process made her give in step by step. Although Clotil still felt that this kind of thing was wrong, it was better than going out in this state and being noticed by at least twenty people in the hall, right?

“Wu…Ahh, goddess, please forgive me for my ugly appearance. I, I…”

On one side was a strong sense of guilt, on the other side was an irresistible feeling 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 to 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 believers in the name of the goddess.

To put it more bluntly, the nun always felt that she was doing such a rebellious thing right under the nose of the goddess.

If someone were to open the room now and see her in this miserable state, her life as a nun would probably be over.

Especially if her respected Bishop Horace knew that she, a combat nun who fought against heretics, was actually a heretic herself, he would definitely look at her with extreme disappointment and feel pain.

This is such a dangerous situation now.

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

In order to prevent the sound from getting out.

The nun covered her mouth with her other hand.

But it was this unintentional action that made the nun suddenly imagine a new scene.

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

This person is of course a certain bad black-haired priest.

“Mr. Noah! No! You are going to insult me ​​to such an extent! If you say it again, the goddess will be angry... Eh? You said you are not afraid of the goddess? How, how could that be, you said you are actually...?!”

In the little drama in her mind in the confessional, Clotil imagined that Noah behind her was whispering her "true identity" in her ear with a sarcastic smile, which made her look stunned and feel several times happier.

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

She just thought that if anyone was bold enough to do such an unforgivable act to her, a nun, in the confessional, it would be the only evil god who dared to defy the Goddess.

It can be said that it was an unexpected success.

But at this time I didn't care, I just thought to myself, "Ah, no, since it's an evil god, there's nothing I can do."

He was still shouting, 'Quick, stop it! Mr. Noah! Dame! Damede!'

"Why, Miss Sister, you called me?"

"!!!?"

It was like the timing was perfect.

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

At this time, the nun also stopped her actions and looked at Noah, whom she regarded as the object of her fantasy, with a look of shock.

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

213. Confessional Incident

In an instant, the air seemed to freeze.

Why, why!? Did I scream too loudly!?

At this moment, Clotil felt so ashamed that he wanted to crawl into the ground.

But she also knew that this was impossible.

So she straightened her clothes as quickly as possible, turned her gaze back to the baffle in front of her, and sat up with her hands folded on her legs.

He acted as if Noah had made a mistake just now.

"Is there something wrong, Father Noah? I don't need to rest yet, and you don't have to take my place."

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

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

But Noah wasn't some evil person, and he wouldn't deliberately expose her pitiful lie.

"…Ah, really? Sister Clotilde, you can go ahead and do your work. I've left the things here."

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

Huh?! Did he really get away with it?

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

Just when Clotil himself couldn't believe that he could have gotten away with it, he subconsciously looked at what Noah had put on the chair next to him.

She knew that she was exposed after all.

Because what Noah put there was nothing else.

It is the kind of magical equipment that she uses every time at this time, which can help her body return to normal quickly.

One is a combination of some lost craft that can fully automate visual magic but on a smaller scale.

One focuses on violent and wild beauty and is on a larger scale.

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

It was obvious that she had not gotten away with it at all and was pitied by Noah, which made Clothier feel terrible.

She didn't care about the demeanor of a nun and just shouted out in shame and anger.

"Don't scream so loudly, Miss Sister, do you want to expose yourself?"

However, to her surprise, Noah's voice this time did not come from the side door, but from the room opposite.

Clotil quickly looked towards the opened partition and saw Noah, who had walked into the opposite room, bending over and wiping the stains on the chair with a handkerchief.

Because Noah's movements were so skillful, she didn't know how to react.

But the curve of Noah's neck, which was vaguely revealed when he bent over, caused Clotil's body to react.

"Woo..."

She immediately made a strange sound in response.

Even though she hurriedly covered her mouth again, it was useless because Noah still heard it.

"Don't just endure it, Sister. Are you going to endure it until your mind completely disappears and you attack people indiscriminately?"

Noah put the somewhat dirty handkerchief back into his pocket and did not leave. Instead, he sat directly in the confessional, staring at her face through the lowered partition in the middle.

His mouth was still urging her to start the "experiment" quickly.

"This is a confessional. How could I possibly do something so embarrassing..."

Feeling extremely 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? Stop talking and get started. 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 face turn red and she let out a pleasant and melodious cry.

Because she didn't dare to look at Noah's face, 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 is, she just imagined that Noah did something bad to her, and now she feels guilty towards Noah.