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

Chapter 112. Now Truly a Little Dog

Hearing herself compared to a dog, Clotilde felt a flicker of clarity pierce through the lust that had consumed her eyes.

Simultaneously, her expression shifted from eager excitement to one of enduring painful humiliation.

Who’s a dog?! If she was, then Noah was a dog too!

It wasn’t just her who had exposed herself in the wild for so long; Noah was a dog as well!

Though her mind raced with thoughts to refute Noah, her body lacked the strength to articulate such lengthy retorts.

At this moment, merely suppressing her impulses and lowering her hand consumed nearly all her energy.

Although she knew it was something that couldn’t be allowed, the nun couldn’t tear her gaze away, and her other hand, tainted with evil, couldn’t stop either.

“You look like you’re about to refute me, saying I’m the dog, but unfortunately, I’m just a pervert, and you, Sister, take a look at yourself now – aren’t you saying you’re not a dog?”

As Noah gazed down at Clotilde, his sadistic heart was stirred.

The main issue was that Sister’s contrast was too great – just a moment ago, she was a nun with a furious and conservative expression, but now she was crawling on the ground, panting heavily like a dog, completely unbecoming in her self-indulgence.

Logically, this scene might be even more stimulating than directly enjoying services at a brothel.

Noah had also sacrificed himself, so it wasn’t excessive to humiliate her a few more times, was it?

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“No… it’s not, this is all the fault of the corrupting influence…”

In the midst of her arousal, Sister’s words of refutation had also become much softer, which was still the result of her efforts to make herself appear resistant.

At this point, she couldn’t even say a single word, as the visual shock from above and the sensations from below made it difficult for her to focus her mind.

“Please, Sister, don’t blame everything on the corrupting influence, okay? The corrupting influence only awakens your desires, and if you truly believed in your faith, you wouldn’t be able to endure it, so it’s because your faith isn’t firm enough!”

At this time, Noah laughed out loud, as if he had heard a very ridiculous joke.

Of course, this was a twisted logic, but it was to make Sister understand that she, who had fallen under the corrupting influence, could no longer move forward as a “saint”.

Since it was impossible, why not give up that boring faith and choose a new path? For example, mastering the corrupting influence and becoming a corrupting queen.

“Shut… shut up…”

Unfortunately, Sister’s response was completely unhearing, and she even let out an angry voice filled with rage, despite being in such a humiliating situation.

Although her tone was mixed with coquettishness due to her physical condition, it wouldn’t make people feel afraid, but rather excited.

However, it was clear that her faith was still very firm, and even if she thought she had problems with the corrupting influence, she wouldn’t admit that her faith was flawed.

“Heh, Sister is really stubborn, but let’s shut up about this, shall we? Just don’t bite, or it’ll be useless no matter how you try to pretend to be a decent person.”

Noah didn’t care, and he let out a snicker, continuing to observe Sister’s shameful appearance with great interest.

Anyway, he wasn’t in a hurry, so he might as well take his time to corrupt this stubborn nun.

But just as Noah’s words fell…

He discovered that Sister’s enticing lips were approaching him.

…Had she been controlled by the corrupting influence so quickly? How humiliating.

This time, he didn’t say it out loud, but Noah felt a sense of disappointment in his heart.

He had thought Sister could hold out for a bit longer, but in the end, she was still consumed by desire.

What’s the difference between her and those ordinary women who had fallen under the corrupting influence? It was just a matter of attire, wasn’t it?

As a nun, appearance was important, but what was more important was the devotion and faith in her heart.

Forget it, it didn’t matter, and if she wanted to bite, Noah would just consider it a freebie.

“…Ah, whatever.”

However, just when Noah thought it was already impossible to avoid, the nun’s enticing lips, which were panting, suddenly shifted downward, replaced by her exquisite and delicate nose, which almost touched the mountain peak.

The nun, who had just denied being a dog, was really sniffing like a puppy, savoring the fragrance that was impossible for her to resist at the moment.

The scene was so amusing that Noah couldn’t help but let out a “fun” sound, and the corners of his mouth curled up in satisfaction with her performance.

“What’s with that weird noise? You don’t think I’d really bite, huh? Ugh, what a terrible smell!”

The nun forced out a disgusted expression, but her nose didn’t stop sniffing.

Her mouth was disgusted, but her body was honest.

This nun, who had previously told Noah not to get close to her, fearing her body odor, was now actively sniffing the terrible smell in her own mouth.

The scene was so ridiculous that Noah just went along with it.

“It’s really terrible… really…”

The nun, whose entire body was soft except for her mouth, didn’t even notice that she was still smiling happily when she said this.

It was because of the mistake of the /tattoo that altered her perception.

To her, this fragrance was simply the aroma of a top-notch delicacy.

If it weren’t for the last remaining rationality telling her no, she would have really been unable to resist.

Or, if she hadn’t solved it once before, she would have been like a person who had been starving for days, eagerly savoring it.

If the previous stimulation was still a bit lacking, then it was just right now.

Under Noah’s humiliation, outdoor openness, sense of shame, and the added effect of the fragrance, the nun had narrowly avoided being controlled by the /tattoo this time.

“——❤!”

In a sensation as if her entire body had been electrocuted, the nun lifted her elegant neck like a swan, revealing a happy expression on her face, and felt an intense sense of satisfaction.

She was also very clear that getting immersed in this feeling would become very bad.

But what could she do about it?!

It was all because of that damn /demon who had cast the /tattoo curse on her!

“Twelve and a half, not bad data, hoping to get better data next time, right, Sister?”

Taking advantage of the nun’s moment of self-satisfaction, Noah quickly tidied up his clothes, as if he had been watching without providing any help, and revealed a vicious smile to the nun, who was still kneeling on the ground, savoring the happy aftertaste.

“Terrible… really terrible…”

In response, Sister Clotilde naturally looked at the young man who had treated her like an experiment subject with an expression full of disgust.

But this didn’t matter to Noah.

Because every time it ended, the nun would say this.

Don’t believe it? Just watch, she would still say it next time.