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

Chapter 202. Doreen: So, this was actually my defeat play?

“W-what the hell are you two doing!”

Because Noah had deliberately positioned Clotilde in a place where Doreen only needed to lift her head slightly to see her, the severely injured Doreen didn’t need much effort to see their current state.

Doreen, unaware that there were actually many people like this within the Goddess Church, felt her brain falling into chaos.

She voiced her shock, unable to comprehend what the two of them were doing.

“Hm? What are we doing? Isn’t it obvious just by looking? You’re a succubus, and you don’t understand this kind of thing? Could you perhaps be a virgin?”

Noah, in the midst of enjoyment, didn’t feel any shyness about being watched by Doreen. Instead, he looked at her with a mocking expression, directly taunting her in her face.

“A… A virgin!? Who do you think you’re looking down on! If I wasn’t this badly injured right now! I’d absolutely let you, this priest, know what’s what!”

Feeling insulted, Doreen cursed out loud in a still-youthful voice, both her small fists clenched tight.

For an incubus, being called a virgin was the ultimate insult.

If a succubus who was still a virgin was the shame of all succubi.

Then an incubus who was still a virgin wasn’t just a shame, it was practically a denial of their very existence.

No incubus could bear being mocked as a virgin. Usually, the mocked incubus would respond with a seductive smile, letting the man who dared say those words taste just how formidable a being whose existence was solely for *that* was.

If Doreen wasn’t completely immobilized right now, she’d damn well use Noah’s body to show him her power.

Compared to that naive nun, she’d absolutely have Noah surrendering in a mere minute, granting him a heavenly sensation, no doubt!

“Heh, anyone can talk big. The words of a loser hold no credibility, they’re nothing but absurdities used to save face, but don’t take it to heart too much. A virgin is a virgin, a little one is kind of cute… oh, no, it’s that inexperience that’s cute.”

Noah was already very used to riling people up, just step on their landmines, and that’s all it took. After all, before him, a heretic god, everyone except the goddess was merely suffering powerless rage.

So while he indulged in the nun, he continued to poke at Doreen’s sore spots.

It wasn’t just stepping on a landmine anymore, it was like dropping a bomb right on top of it.

“I told you I’m not a virgin, you b*stard! You’re doing this on purpose, aren’t you!!!”

Infuriated but helpless, Doreen shouted, her voice raw with rage. Her fingernails dug into her palms, but the pain was nothing compared to the humiliation she suffered at Noah’s hands, a humiliation she was powerless to stop.

“Heh, truly pathetic. Oh, right, Miss Nun, why don’t you say a few words to her too? It’s a rare opportunity, you know?”

Despite seeming to revel in insulting the incubus, Noah hadn’t forgotten his original goal.

So he stopped mocking Doreen and instead turned his gaze to the nun in front of him.

He, the ultimate villain, was now going to impart villainous wisdom to the nun.

– Huh? Me?

Hearing those words, Clothilde, too, looked up at Noah, his expression mocking.

And slowly stopped her attack.

Right now, because she was giving in to her desires rather than using her dwindling reason to fight them, she had a little bit of spare capacity to contemplate Noah’s words.

Indeed, normally what she was doing was already crazy enough, to mock someone else was just adding wrong upon wrong. Even the goddess herself would not forgive her.

But since this person was someone even the goddess recognized as a heretic amongst heretics, an incubus, perhaps she didn’t need to worry so much?

That’s right, she had already gone this far. If she didn’t make the incubus feel pain, wouldn’t she have gone through all this for nothing?

“Pfft… Heh, you’re so annoying, Father Noah. Just ignoring an incubus who is still a virgin is fine, isn’t it? Although, being a virgin when they’re supposed to be an incubus is quite embarrassing. I should have just left her alone.”

With these thoughts, and under Noah’s influence, Clothilde began to mimic Noah’s actions.

She enjoyed the “meal” Doreen couldn’t, portraying herself like a bad woman, while looking askance at Doreen with pity.

That look wasn’t the same as the gaze a nun had for suffering citizens, there was a hidden resentment behind the deliberate pity.

After all, it was all these incubi’s fault that she’d fallen so low, that hatred would certainly not disappear so easily.

“What?!”

It was unexpected that not only did Noah feel no shame, but even Clothilde, who had been affected, felt no shame either.

This made Doreen show an expression even more shocked than before.

“What ‘what’ are you talking about? If you’re not satisfied, then get up and fight, it’s obvious you can’t, but I can, so what, are you jealous? Ha! Well, tough luck! You can just sit there and watch! Because that’s all you *can* do!”

Although she was mimicking Noah’s mocking pose to humiliate Doreen, Clothilde’s words were clearly tinged with intense anger.

She looked down on Doreen with contempt, the corners of her mouth curving into a nasty smile.

Then, right in front of Doreen, she began to act again.

Biting down on Doreen’s original target—Noah.

And it wasn’t like before, not just halfway.

But completely, thoroughly, in that “Sun Wukong’s post” way—the Monkey King.

This was also a first for Clothilde, but to take revenge on Doreen for making her this way, and with the boost of the l*st/mark, she was truly committed.

She went all-in.

“Agh, aghhh!!!”

If it weren’t for the wails coming from Doreen, Clothilde might have thought she was going too far and stopped.

But Doreen, who hadn’t even made such a pained sound when hit by holy light magic, made Clothilde’s desire for revenge bloom.

And this very act also brought her intense pleasure and a sense of security.

So, there was nothing that could stop her now. Her faith in the church and her devotion to the goddess—in this moment, none of that existed in Clothilde’s mind.

She simply craved to make Doreen suffer more.

This way, not only could Doreen suffer, but she herself could feel pleasure, how could this be bad?

“H-how could this be! How could it go this far! Th-that kind of thing is too much! How could you let me see such a cruel thing! Stop! Stop it! That priest is *mine*!!”

She could have just closed her eyes and avoided seeing such a heartbreaking scene, but a succubus’s instinct wouldn’t let her close her eyes or look away.

So Doreen could only watch everything unfold before her eyes.

Watching Clothilde, right before her, over and over again, greedily taking what was originally supposed to be hers.

Doreen, who should be the most open-minded succubus, actually felt like she was being wronged.

She, she was being “cheated on” by the originally most conservative nun!