Chapter 83: The Completely Corrupted Nun (20,000 words)

At that moment, Cecilia's eyes lost their light, leaving only dullness and darkness.

She couldn't describe how she felt right now.

Seeing her boyfriend's excited and twisted expression, and his violent breathing like a wild beast, the warmth and sweetness in her heart were instantly extinguished, as if a basin of ice water was poured on her.

The face that was familiar to Malte seemed so strange in Cecilia's eyes at this moment.

It was as if in that instant, he had become another person.

As a serving nun, she could not change her fate, but she did not want to hide her lover, so she chose to tell the truth. What's more, Mr. Ron did not do anything to her.

She thought about how her boyfriend might react.

He might be very angry and furious, cursing the shamelessness of those in higher positions.

He may also be very sad, but in the end he will pat his head gently and comfort himself not to be too sad.

He might even vent his anger on her and beat her up.

After all, no man wants to see the woman he loves become a toy for another man.

But Cecilia never expected her boyfriend to react like this.

It seemed that, in his eyes, her chastity was far less attractive than ten gold coins.

In an instant, Cecilia felt as if a piece of her heart had been dug out, leaving her feeling empty and painful.

Her brain was in a mess and she didn't even know how she should react.

I don't know how much time had passed, but Malte finally recovered a little from the excitement of the ten gold coins. His face was still red, and he was breathing heavily through his nostrils. His fingers were tightly holding the gold coins that were flashing with dazzling light. He moved his eyes with difficulty and finally fell on Cecilia.

"By the way, Cecilia, what did you just say? Were you assigned by the church to serve distinguished guests?"

Marte said very casually: "Oh, come on, Cecilia, when you secretly told me about serving the nuns before, didn't we already know that this day would come? Why bother?"

"Ten gold coins... That gentleman is a very generous gentleman... Didn't he mention you again later?"

It seems that compared to the fact that his girlfriend lost her virginity, Malte is more interested in the man who took away his girlfriend's virginity. After all, that man was rich and generous and offered ten gold coins.

These ten gold coins are enough for a civilian to live a normal life for ten years.

Swish! Cecilia's face turned pale in an instant. She bit her lips hard, and her body was shaking slightly. She tilted her head and looked at Malte with an incredible look: "Do you want me to accompany him again?"

"Of course..." Malte nodded subconsciously, but the man who was gradually regaining his sanity from the madness brought by the gold coins soon noticed Cecilia's abnormality.

This was a very smart man. He figured out what Cecilia was thinking in the shortest possible time. A gentle smile soon appeared on his face. He gently stroked Cecilia's long hair and said, "Of course I don't want to, Cecilia. You are my most precious gem. How can I bear to see you being defiled by other men?"

"Dear Cecilia, can't you feel that I care about you?"

"It has already happened, and as you well know, we have no power to change it."

"If you can't make that gentleman fascinated by your body, you will soon be assigned to other guests... It's better to have your body used by one man than by many men, isn't it?"

Malte's voice became softer and softer: "Cecilia, don't think I'm doing this for money. You know, I'm not interested in money."

"Otherwise, it wouldn't have cost so much to rebuild the original wooden house into a brick house. I'm really thinking about you. Think carefully about what I said. Is this the best thing for you?"

"Besides, you've already done it with this gentleman once. What's the difference between doing it once and doing it a hundred times?"

"Of course, sir, it would be best if you could be as generous as you were the first time."

Seeing that Cecilia just lowered her head and said nothing, Malte narrowed his eyes and spoke again: "Cecilia, I know these words may disappoint and make you angry."

"But please believe me, I am just considering you from your perspective, without any selfish motives."

"You can doubt everything, but you must never doubt my feelings for you. I like you as a person, not your body. I don't care about that thin layer of membrane. I just hope you can live a happy life."

"Look, I've even prepared our wedding room. I'm just waiting for the day when you leave the church. Then I'll marry you and we can live happily together!"

…

Cecilia didn't know when she left.

Her mind was in a mess and she was in a daze.

Various images keep appearing in my mind.

She thought about how her parents died in a plague when she was very young, and she had not yet been adopted by the church. She could only wander the streets every day with disheveled hair and a dirty face, competing for food with rats and wild dogs in the garbage dump.

The world of children is a cruel one.

A child like her who has no parental protection will inevitably become the target of bullying by other children.

They threw stones at her, snatched the rotten bones she had dug out from the garbage dump with great difficulty, threw them on the ground and stomped on them, tore her few clothes into tatters, poured cold water on her, and laughed heartily.

Cecilia could not forget that when everyone was bullying her, only Malte stood up.

From that moment on, Malte's figure was forever imprinted in Cecilia's heart and she would never forget it.

Maybe he is not strong.

But, he was her hero.

But today, when Cecilia saw her boyfriend again, she felt that he was extremely strange. No matter how hard she tried, she could not overlap the image of her boyfriend with the appearance in her memory.

My boyfriend's voice is still echoing in my mind.

Maybe she should trust her boyfriend? After all, the wedding room was ready.

However, Cecilia didn't know what was going on. She just felt an unbearable feeling of nausea suddenly surge into her heart.

She could no longer bear it, so she staggered to the side of the road, holding onto the rusty railing with one hand, and with a "wow" sound, she spat out a large amount of filth into the grass.

Her intestines seemed to be twisted together, constantly releasing pain that made Cecilia's soul tremble.

Her eyes were filled with tears, and drops of tears rolled down her smooth cheeks.

At this moment, a hand suddenly patted her back gently: "It's okay, it's okay, it's okay..."

A very gentle voice floated in Cecilia's ears.

Cecilia looked up in a panic, and a familiar face appeared in front of her: "Mr. Ron, why are you here?"

As soon as she said this, Cecilia realized that she had just vomited and must be emitting a disgusting smell. She subconsciously stepped back and distanced herself from Ron, not wanting the bad smell on her body to spread to Mr. Ron.

Ron just smiled. Although he arrived a little late, looking at Cecilia's appearance, he could basically guess what had happened here.

The hope that Cecilia had always held on to in her heart began to crack, but it had not yet completely collapsed.

Ron didn't answer, but handed Cecelia a pure white handkerchief.

Cecilia took it silently and wiped the stains off the corners of her mouth and chest.

Ben wanted to return the handkerchief to Ron, but finally put it in his pocket: "Sir, I will return the handkerchief to you after I wash it."

Ron didn't mind a small handkerchief.

He tilted his head and stared at Cecilia: "Is it uncomfortable?"

Cecilia bit her lip and nodded silently.

"Let's go."

"Where are you going?"

"I'll show you something more painful." Ron had a smile on his face, but he said extremely cruel words.

The seeds of doubt have been planted in Cecilia's heart. Sooner or later, Cecilia will discover the truth... In this case, let him completely destroy the hope in Cecilia's heart.

No matter what Cecilia will eventually become, at least she won't have to endure that long suffering anymore.

Ron turned and walked away. Cecilia's eyes were filled with fear. She hesitated, but finally followed Ron.

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

Soon, Cecilia discovered that the direction her husband was heading was exactly where her boyfriend's home was. The indescribable fear was like the sharp claws of a wild beast, grabbing Cecilia's heart and making her whole body tremble.

Finally, the brand new brick house reappeared in front of Cecilia.

Cecilia looked at Mr. Ron with some confusion, not understanding what he wanted to show her, but he did not say much. He seemed not to care about the etiquette of superiors, the identity of clergy, or whether his pure white and holy priest robe would be dirty. He just walked to the corner of the street and sat under a big tree.

Leaning against the tree trunk, he stared at the scorching sun above his head.

Then Ron waved at Cecilia, motioning her to come sit over as well.

Cecilia showed a slight struggle on her face, but she finally sat obediently next to Ron, with her back against the same big tree, her black hair scattered on the ground, and her slender white hands wrapped around her knees.

His originally tall body now curled up into a ball, looking a little pitiful.

The same dark eyes stared at the ground, as if carefully observing ants moving, but those eyes were ultimately out of focus.

"Later, no matter what you see or hear..."

"remember……"

"I am responsible for everything."

Cecilia shuddered slightly, and after a while, her weak response floated into Ron's ears:

"Um!"

Ron did not try to comfort Cecilia. When facing the cruel truth, any comfort would be so pale and powerless.

Finally, when the sun floated overhead, a chaotic sound of footsteps mixed with a man's voice entered the ears of the two.

Cecilia was startled and raised her head suddenly. The familiar voice let Cecilia know that Malte was back.

Her eyes quickly looked over there, and the next moment, her originally rosy cheeks suddenly turned as pale as paper, completely bloodless.

Right next to Malte, there was another girl.

She was a petite and very cute girl, like a butterfly flying among flowers.

Malte showed a gentle smile on his face. He took the girl to the door of his house, pointed at the brand new brick house, and proudly declared: "Look, Ava, this is the wedding room I prepared for you!"

boom……

Snap!

Ron seemed to feel that Cecilia beside him was struck by lightning.

When he looked over, he saw Cecilia's eyes, which had turned scarlet without him noticing.

"Brother Malte, I heard that you have a very good relationship with a nun?"

The two people opposite were unaware of Ron and Cecilia's existence, and the voices of their conversations continued to drift over.

"Ah, you mean Cecilia... Ava, you have to believe me, Cecilia and I have nothing to do with each other. I have never liked her. It was just because she was bullied when she was a child, and I helped her out once... Actually, I didn't help her out. It was just because her parents gave a sum of money to my parents before they died, asking my parents to help take care of her... Who knew that this woman would get attached to me."

Cecilia was trembling all over.

Her parents gave a sum of money to the Malte family before they died? Why didn't she know about it?

take care of?

"Don't worry, I will definitely cut ties with her and won't let that woman affect our married life."

"What's more, that woman has been played around by the top leaders in the church. They just want me to take over. How could I be interested in a woman like that?" Malte said with a smile. He was only interested in Cecilia's money... After all, he didn't have to do anything every month, just say a few sweet words, and he would earn a considerable amount of money. This feeling was really great.

As for whether Cecilia would cause trouble for him after she left the church?

God, Cecilia has already left the church, so what is there to worry about? Pain, pain, pain... heart-wrenching pain.

When the gentleman brought her over, thinking about Malte's previous performance, Cecilia had already guessed something vaguely.

But when the bloody truth really played out before her, Cecilia still felt so painful that she couldn't breathe.

Sir, you are such a gentle yet cruel person.

ah……

Who is it? Who is talking in my ear?

I can't hear it clearly.

Cecilia's pretty face showed a silly smile, which was a little twisted, and her black eyes were wide open.

hehe……

Malte, have you been lying to me? He lied to her for ten years!

Ten years! Ten years of sweet words are nothing but poison wrapped in a layer of happiness.

Cecilia silently stood up from the ground and walked towards her boyfriend opposite her step by step.

The real yandere looks much more terrifying than in the game.

Her hands hung naturally, and a scarlet blood bead slowly emerged on the long fingertip of her right middle finger, as if some mysterious force was sticking to it. The blood bead did not fall to the ground, but instead hung in the air and swayed gently. More and more blood beads appeared, and they gathered together to form a ball.

It squirmed, and then... turned into a scarlet knife!

Chapter 6 is here, 20,000 words updated, and I will update a little more later.

(End of this chapter)