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

Chapter 108. Don’t Look Back! Give Me Three Minutes!

The corrupting tattoo was a symbol of sin, especially for the nuns of the Church.

When the corrupting tattoo was activated, it would become scorching hot, causing the afflicted to become dizzy and crave sinful desires.

For Clotilde, who had experienced this sensation multiple times, it was all too familiar.

Using sweat to keep Noah at bay was just an excuse.

She simply didn’t want Noah to notice anything was amiss.

But it seemed like a futile effort, as Noah had already closed in to within two meters of her.

Finally, rather than continue to approach and let Noah see her shameful state, Clotilde chose to abandon her nun’s dignity.

The charming, alluring expression she had worn earlier, as if enticing others to sin, vanished, replaced by a fierce glare as she glared at Noah’s eyes and spat out:

“I told you not to come near me, can’t you hear?! You criminal!”

That was a clear, resolute voice, with a tone and demeanor far more convincing than before.

At this point, she no longer had the strength to maintain her nun’s dignity.

She had to express her refusal as a woman, clearly and unequivocally.

“Who’s the one being rude here? I’m just walking into normal social distance, and you’re accusing me of being a criminal? You’re a clergy member, aren’t you supposed to be more understanding?”

Noah, who had anticipated this development, didn’t behave like a tyrannical CEO, directly embracing the stumbling nun.

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Instead, he stopped firmly at a distance of two meters, gazing at the panting nun with a condescending look, his face revealing a hint of impatience.

“Hmph! You’re not listening to me at all! I’ve already told you not to come near me!”

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In truth, she knew it was quite rude to label Noah, who had yet to make a move, as a criminal.

But Cloetil was utterly at her wit’s end; bound by the curse of lust, she could not move, and could only find ways to prevent Noah from drawing closer!

At this moment, Cloetil, overwhelmed by urgency and anger, had forgotten to uphold the decorum expected of a nun. Her tone towards Noah had become noticeably casual, dropping the formal ‘Sir’ in favor of a direct ‘you.’

This, too, was one of her peculiarities.

Though she usually appeared as an impeccable and exemplary nun, once stirred, she could not maintain the perfection she so diligently upheld.

Noah thought this might be considered a charming trait.

A seemingly flawless persona, yet beneath it lay the contrast of a diligent worker striving to maintain that facade.

However, he did not find it charming; rather, he acted this way deliberately to provoke her annoyance.

“Well, you seem to have a point. So, what do you wish for me to do now?”

Noah feigned a look of being persuaded, asking knowingly.

Cloetil, hearing this, was naturally infuriated. Her face flushed, she bit her lip tightly, striving to keep her voice serious rather than breathy as she firmly rejected him:

“Step back! At least five meters! Turn your back until I call you to turn around!”

Noah chuckled nonchalantly, shrugged, and then turned to walk back in the direction he had come, putting distance between himself and the nun once more.

To avoid further provocation, Noah even began to take in the scenery around him.

Meanwhile, Cloetil seized the opportunity to place her hand over her chest, adjusting her breath, trying to quell the curse of lust that had taken hold.

As for the method?

Well, that was, of course, something else entirely.

Ah, yes, that something.

She knew that merely using her fingers would be somewhat unsatisfying, but fortunately, they were outdoors, and within her line of sight was the back of that infuriating man.

This openness and the sense of transgression were unmatched by anything she could experience indoors, thus compensating for some of her disadvantage.

While attempting to calm the curse of lust, the nun could not help but mentally berate Noah’s back.

What a bothersome person! So self-absorbed, utterly disrespectful!

What was most infuriating was that he had the kind of face that would attract women!

His broad back was equally detestable!

Why was it that someone like him, who should have been deceived by lust demons and cursed, was instead a person like her, who adhered to rules and morals, that bore the curse?

How infuriating! He must be laughing at me behind my back!

About three minutes later, after having vented her frustrations upon Noah’s back, the nun hurriedly snapped out of her daze, quickly casting a purification spell upon herself.

Then, she anxiously adjusted her clothing, fearing any oddities, and finally, feigning nonchalance, she tidied her hair and said:

“It’s… it’s fine now. You can turn back.”

Hearing this, Noah, who had been admiring the scenery, naturally complied with the nun’s request and turned to look.

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Though certainly not as sacred and dignified as in her normal state, it was indeed much better than when Noah had approached just moments ago.

The nun was even there, blushing fiercely, her gaze darting away to other places, a complex expression etched across her face.

It was laughable; she was struggling to face Noah directly after what had just transpired.

A typical person would know better than to speak here, but alas, Noah was bound to voice it.

“Is it over? Today really went by quickly.”

“?!”

As Noah teased the nun about her transgressions in a tone that was half-sarcastic, half-concerned, the blush that had just begun to fade from her cheeks flared up anew, even her ears tinged a deep crimson.

“This—this is something you should pretend not to know! Don’t you have even a shred of compassion?!”

The nun, who had never encountered someone like Noah before, erupted completely.

She looked as if she wanted nothing more than to shoot Noah dead and then take her own life.

In those rare, pale pink eyes, a tumult of confusion and indignation swirled.

“None at all.”

Noah responded to her question with startling frankness, not needing even a second to think, his expression bright and carefree.

This left the nun stammering, her face flushed, unable to form coherent words, for she could not allow her embarrassment to escalate into a rage that would lead her to actually shoot Noah.

Unless she was prepared to die alongside him, if Noah were to perish, she would have to find another way to lift the curse of the lewd tattoo.

Though this fellow was truly insufferable, it was better than dying before she could exact her revenge, right?

Thus, the final outcome was that the once fiery nun seemed to lose her spirit, gradually sinking into despondency.

“…Enough already! You are truly the worst! Don’t speak to me for a while!”

But this despondency was merely relative; after regaining some composure, the nun glared at Noah with fierce intensity, her voice nearly squeezed out between clenched teeth, revealing just how much she resisted him.

“Oh? And how long is that supposed to be?”

Familiar with the nun’s character, Noah wore a mischievous smile as he inquired, fully aware she wouldn’t actually do anything.

He almost wanted to say three minutes, but thought better of it, feeling that might be too much.

“…Five minutes?”

After a moment of silence, the nun, glancing at Noah with a hint of uncertainty, timidly proposed a duration.

“…Surprisingly short.”

Noah blinked in astonishment, ultimately expressing a genuine thought.

It was clear the nun was blushing once more.

Like a pufferfish, she would swell and shrink, the only difference being the shade of her blush.

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PS. The third watch is done today! Continuing tomorrow!

By the way, a monthly ticket would be appreciated! After all, it’s the end of the month!

(Let’s just say 1:59 is about 1:30, shall we?)

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