ALL NOVEL chapter 32
32. The Collapse of Her Image, Clotilde
Clotilde had a dream in which she was first taken away from her powers and a demon ridiculed her, saying she would be his companion from now on.
Just as she resolutely denied it, she discovered that she had actually become a shameless demon, wearing indecent clothing and revealing a lewd expression, attacking a male.
The male’s physical features she couldn’t remember at all, but the only thing she could remember was that his chest muscles were very large.
It was strange that she was very clear about herself being in a dream, and very clear about herself attacking a male, but she wasn’t experiencing it all in the first person. Instead, it was as if she was observing it all as a third-person observer.
She couldn’t accept her fallen, ugly appearance, and couldn’t accept herself becoming a demon and being harmed by herself, falling to such a state. Therefore, at the end of the dream, she tried to struggle desperately, directly attacking the demon she had become, trying to stop this terrible thing from happening.
And then?
And then she woke up, and like a child who had had a bad dream, she not only let out a painful cry, but also stretched out her hand towards the ceiling as if she had woken up in shock.
“Stop! …Ah, yes, it’s just a dream, isn’t it…?”
Opening her eyes to see the ceiling, Clotilde placed her arm, which was stretched upwards, in front of her eyes and let out a heavy sigh.
What a terrible dream! She truly hoped that such a thing would not become reality.
…Reality? Wait a minute, where am I?
Suddenly, Clotilde became aware that her reality was only slightly better than her dream, and immediately sat up straight, quickly looking around to confirm the situation.
This was a regular hotel room, and for some reason, it looked familiar… wasn’t this the temporary room she had checked into?
Could she have already found a man during her demonic transformation and brought him back to her residence?
Thinking this, the nun’s face suddenly turned pale, and she quickly checked her clothing status.
However, she didn’t know whether to be grateful or sad, as her special black nun’s habit, although it didn’t seem to have any major damage, had lost its luster on her abdomen.
This situation was either a dream or not a dream…
Feeling troubled, Clotilde’s emotions were complex. If she had lost her virginity, she would be in agony afterwards, and slowly accept it, vowing to take revenge twice over.
Don’t make me feel uncertain like this… this is messing with my mental state…
What should I do? Should I take a small mirror and observe myself?
But can I even see?
In order to confirm whether her purity was still intact, Clotilde picked up the small mirror from the bedside table, lifted her inner garment to observe her status.
She remembered that before joining the church, she was required to check whether she was pure, but usually an older nun would conduct the examination.
She wasn’t sure if she could do it herself, but she would try anyway.
“…Strange, is it the pose? It seems I can’t get a clear view, can I see if I stand up and maintain a one-word horse pose?”
Already deeply focused on checking her purity, Clotilde didn’t notice Noah, who had brought her breakfast and was standing in the doorway, staring at the nun with a neutral expression.
She was indeed worthy of being the heroine of Little Yellow Oil, even though her setting was a nun. Her outfit was very conservative, but the black stockings and high heels that could be seen from the side were very alluring, and the subtle contrast between her clothes and the demon’s mark on her body was also very effective.
Who would have thought that a conservative nun’s attire would be so sensual, even with an obscene tattoo on her abdomen?
…Even Noah, who had played the original game from start to finish, was seeing this CG for the first time.
Noah felt awkward about disturbing her, so he just stood there, coldly watching.
“…Uh?”
Ten seconds after Noah appeared, Clochette was taken aback, then quickly lowered her raised right leg and tightly pressed her nun’s skirt to cover it, her face turning bright red as she desperately explained:
“No, no, no! I’m not intentionally acting strangely! I’m not crazy! This is just a self-examination to see if I’m disqualified as a nun! It’s really like that! Believe me, sir!!”
At this moment, Clochette felt like the world was about to collapse, terrible and awful. Why would someone just barge into her private room without knocking?
“Yes, I believe you.”
Seeing the nun still had a normal sense of shame, Noah stopped observing and responded calmly, as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened, while continuing to do what he originally intended to do – placing the breakfast he had prepared for her on the table.
However, Noah’s excessively calm reaction made Clochette think he didn’t believe her.
Some priests use this kind of attitude when facing patients who have been possessed by evil spirits.
This is like treating her as if she were a patient who had lost her mind!