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

Chapter 110. Disgusted on the surface, but honest in her heart

In Clotilde’s perception, her virginity had already been taken by Noah.

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This was a significant psychological burden for her. If it weren’t for the demon’s fault, Clotilde, as a nun, would definitely not let Noah off, and would not even show him basic courtesy, treating him as a criminal to be judged.

But she also knew that the mistake lay with herself, who didn’t listen to advice, and that despicable demon, with a responsibility ratio of around 4:5:1.

She and that lecherous demon bore the burden of 4 and 5, while Noah held only 1.

But this 1 was no ordinary 1; it was a bold, red 1, making it stand out even more than the other two numbers.

Initially, the nun contemplated softening her stance, perhaps easing the tension with Noah just a bit.

Yet, upon seeing Noah’s suspicious and twisted demeanor, she realized that forging a bond with this youth was beyond her reach.

“Fine, let’s keep moving. We should reach the village entrance in about ten minutes.”

Thus, the nun feigned calm, choosing to endure the searing heat in her abdomen as she resumed her path toward the village.

Unfortunately, she was not adept at concealing her thoughts.

Noah had already seen through her expression.

It was clear she wanted his help, yet the knowledge of his unsavory nature made her choose to endure instead.

In her tale, there was also a golden-haired figure—a lecherous demon who sought to strip her of her power, transforming her into a lowly servant driven solely by desire.

Meanwhile, a certain golden-haired antagonist within the church would seal away her personal desires, turning her into an obedient combat machine. Of course, it was her desires that would be sealed, not his, leaving room for the possibility of defeat play.

One sought to liberate desire, the other to bind it; they seemed diametrically opposed, yet the outcome was the same: to become the plaything of villains.

As for Noah, being a dark god, he could lead her away from such fates.

Thus, Noah’s aim was to liberate the nun’s desires, but not to be ruled by them; rather, to dominate them, to become a demon queen, a being akin to a great demon that would leave the other villains dumbfounded.

This time, Noah decided to take the initiative.

Clotilde had originally intended to turn back and ask Noah for help.

Now, she was trying to act as if nothing had happened?

Ha! Not a chance!

Once she had turned back, there was no way to pretend she hadn’t!

“Just the journey will take ten minutes, nun. Are you sure you can report the commission without the villagers noticing? Or should we just start the experiment right here? Perhaps recreate the earlier situation? I’m quite interested in your reactions out in the wild, you know.”

Noah quickened his pace, closing in on the nun, who was pretending to be calm, while openly mentioning the very thing she wished to conceal.

“!?”

Even without turning to look, the nun could imagine the wicked amusement on Noah’s face, and she froze in shock.

Exposed!?

How could this be!? She had hidden it so seamlessly! Could this guy read minds!?

Her surprise was palpable, but she quickly realized this was not the time to be stunned, for though she had halted, Noah continued to advance.

That meant he was too close!

The lecherous mark, already simmering, would surely burn even hotter!

“Stop! Don’t come near me! Didn’t I tell you to keep at least five meters away?!”

Feeling the unease, the nun spun around, her face contorted in anger, as if she were confronting a true criminal.

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Do not ask why she cannot take the initiative to create distance; it has been said she wishes to, but her body simply cannot comply.

“Ah, a scene reminiscent of the past, isn’t it? Just a moment ago, you wore this very attitude, Miss Nun. I am indifferent, but do you truly intend for the villagers to discover that this nun is merely a façade for a succubus?”

Noah halted about three meters away, unfazed by the nun’s demeanor.

Instead, he wore a look of intrigue, as if her current expression was a spectacle worth observing, watching the nun mask her shame with fury.

“Who is masquerading as a succubus?! I am a genuine, bona fide nun! Do not twist the truth!”

And with that, she had truly stepped on Cloetil’s nerves.

Just hearing the words “succubus” made her blood pressure rise; Noah had audaciously equated her with one.

This only heightened her emotions, transforming her feigned anger into something real.

Her pink eyes, now filled with hatred, fixated on Noah, clearly indicating that her fury would not dissipate until he apologized or retracted his earlier statement.

“No, if you, Miss Nun, continue down this path, you will inevitably be dominated by the succubus mark, and the end result will be that you become a lowly succubus, devoid of even your own self. I am not exaggerating; did you not hear similar tales in the church?”

Apologizing to ease the tension, perhaps even garnering goodwill, was not something Noah would entertain.

With a smile laced with derision and mockery, he laid bare the harshest and most truthful possibility before the nun.

“!!!”

Upon hearing Noah’s words, Cloetil’s hateful gaze wavered.

She had never truly heard of such things, primarily because she had never sought out information on the matter.

Yet, theoretically, the possibility existed.

She understood this better than any other nun.

“That— that is not a reason for you to call me a succubus now!”

“I did not directly call you that, did I? I merely stated that you might be mistaken for a succubus masquerading as a nun. The truth matters little; what is important is what people believe you to be.”

“I know that even without you saying it! Just don’t come near me now!”

Noah’s blunt disregard for her feelings, throwing the grim outcome into the open, forced Cloetil to confront the reality that her succubus mark made her not so different from a true succubus.

Rationally, she knew Noah spoke the truth, yet emotionally, she could not accept it.

Thus, the nun, still seething with anger, waved her hand, commanding Noah to keep his distance, radiating a strong aura of rejection as she continued toward the village.

Noah, met with such vehement rejection, merely followed at a leisurely pace, maintaining what he deemed a relative distance.

In fact, the smile on his face never wavered.

Sure enough, as the outlines of the village began to emerge in their view, the nun suddenly halted and turned around, her stunning face flushed red, whether from shame or rage, as she approached Noah with a fierce expression and declared:

“This is merely because I do not wish to be seen as a succubus by the villagers, which is why I am willing to be your test subject! I have no fondness for you, so do not misunderstand!”

Though it sounded like a standard tsundere remark, it was anything but.

Regardless, the outcome was as Noah had anticipated; Cloetil, the nun, ultimately chose to accept the relatively less dreadful option.

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