This is Not How You Use a Villainess Sir - This is Not How You Use a Villainess Sir chapter 57

Chapter 57: The Adults and Bad Women Are Not Used That Way

“Maybe.”

Tiffany shrugged her shoulders and sat down at the resting place, her legs wrapped in purple silk stockings lazily interlocked, and then carelessly asked:

“Lilin’s cousin, Nix, just returned, apparently to discuss something with the clan leader, and her opinion is quite different, it seems that someone in the Longyan clan has a non-normative view of Lilin.

Who was it that sent Chu Yan’s child to the border of the dead sea? I’m a bit curious about this matter.”

“Do you have an interest in these things, Tiffany?”

Isa was surprised, as she herself was not interested in family affairs and would rather not meet with any elderly relatives.

Her existence was basically just a nominal membership in a particular faction.

“Kind of… Family feuds are a topic that can’t be avoided in any era or clan.”

“I’ll go and investigate later, and let you know if I find out anything.”

“Thanks… I’m really curious about who it is…”

Tiffany smiled sweetly, narrowing her eyes and hiding her dark thoughts.

……

Extasy Castle.

“What’s been happening in this castle over the past few days? It seems unusually quiet.”

Therese asked in a puzzled tone.

She had not yet gotten up and moved around, even when her consciousness was clear, she just lay in the saint’s coffin.

But Therese could hear the sounds from outside, and every day there were some time periods when the castle was quite lively, that was when the forbidden ones went out.

“It’s because of the special astronomical phenomenon, and it seems that this is the experience drawn by the dragon leader after taking office, to take a nap in advance and stay awake until the night of the full moon.”

“It’s amazing.” Therese could only comment, “I’ve never heard of such a remarkable descendant in the dragon clan before.”

Josephine asked, “So, Therese, how are you feeling today?”

Therese grasped the other person’s warm and slender hand, helplessly saying, “Not bad, Josephine. You’re like an old mother, always asking this question.”

Josephine retorted with a bad temper, “Then you’re like a little mother, I want to know how you’re doing, but you always just respond with ‘not bad’.”

Therese only smiled at this, unable to say “my condition is bad” as that would bring worry.

Josephine also knew her nature, knew her intention, and remained silent for a moment, with the big nun’s mind again floating the words of Ephraim.

The dragon leader, Chu Yan, has a way to control the loss of control…

“Maybe it doesn’t exist, but if it does, you would have brought it to me, wouldn’t you, Josephine?”

Teresa’s words were meant to express her gratitude to the abbess for bringing her to the paradise city, and even negotiating with Zhu Yan.

Although the Church was the loser in this situation, it didn’t affect Josephine’s concern for her.

No thought was given to her words, but the listener had an ulterior motive. The elegant abbess’s eyes widened, and her slender hands clenched into fists.

She nodded resolutely, saying, “Yes, if it exists, I will do my best to get it for you!”

Chapter 60: The Abbess’s Gathering of Herbs

In the castle, the tabooed ones were resting, which could be understood as the lord Zhu Yan’s weakest moment in terms of defense.

The few tabooed ones who usually accompanied him all needed to cultivate their spirit before the blood moon.

“Elara, it’s unlikely that she will interfere…”

Josephine murmured to herself, analyzing the situation in her mind.

The lord had an unusual method of suppressing his emotions, which Elara had deliberately told her.

Although Josephine was not very clear about the motivations of the dragon descendant, one thing was certain: Elara wanted her to take action.

“It’s time to confirm.”

Josephine glanced at Teresa, her resolve had already been made up.

*

On the rooftop patio.

Zhu Yan was sitting alone, enjoying the wind, and had already finished his tasks. Now, it was time to relax and unwind.

He could only say that last time, he was busy with multiple tasks during the blood moon, but this time, he was much more prepared.

Suddenly, he heard a gentle footstep sound.

Zhu Yan thought it was Sophia getting up and taking a stroll, and was about to encourage her to go back to bed, but the one who walked up to him was actually the abbess Josephine.

Josephine was not wearing her nun’s hat today, and her long, golden hair was loose and flowing, like a beautiful, sleepy noblewoman.

The waistband accentuated her waist, and the soft, puffy fabric in front of her pushed her clothes apart, creating a sense of pressure that entered Zhu Yan’s field of vision.

“What do you need, Sister Josephine? You’re also a resident of the castle now, and I can try to accommodate your needs.”

Zhu Yan asked politely, not wanting to create any unnecessary trouble during this special period.

“Needs… yes, I have needs, but I don’t need the lord to move, I can handle it myself.”

Zhu Yan was unexpectedly uneasy in the presence of this beautiful and elegant nun, but he chose not to dwell on it, thinking about the contract restrictions that prevented Josephine from taking any action that would harm him.

“That’s fine, Sister Josephine, you handle it yourself. I’ll take a nap—uh?”

The nun with a cold expression directly squatted in front of him, pulling out Zhu Yan’s large sword, and also had a half-transparent, thin latex sheet ready.

Zhu Yan knew what this was; it was made from the sap of the magic tree and could be used to wrap wounds or preserve special magical materials. It was commonly known as a “bullet bag” in the countryside.

Without paying attention to the man’s surprise, Josephine continued with her own actions, having obtained information related to this from the filthy books she had collected.

Her amethyst-like eyes focused intently, suppressing the faint disgust and self-reproach in her expression.

In the church, she was the senior in charge of correcting and guiding discipline, teaching the young nuns to stay away from filth and impurity, always cherishing their purity.

If a mischievous young nun, out of curiosity, secretly hoarded those unclean books of men and women, she would be sternly scolded by Josephine and punished with a spanking.

“What are you doing, Sister Josephine?”

Chu Yan stared at her blankly, unable to comprehend.

“I’m collecting your magic power. Why haven’t you released it yet?”

Josephine replied candidly and matter-of-factly, her hands clumsy and stiff in contrast to her assertiveness, showing no experience.

Chu Yan grew even more puzzled, wondering if Josephine had also lost control?

The church members were currently facing this issue, with Teresa being a prime example. Perhaps the blood moon had also triggered Josephine’s loss of control.

Even the usually stable Shanoa had shown abnormal changes in character during the last blood moon.

He decided to comply with the nun for now: “This takes time; the fast kind is a disease.”

Josephine, watching Chu Yan’s evasive gaze, thought to herself: He probably doesn’t want to give it, saying he’ll cooperate, but in reality, he still wants to keep the secret of his magic power.

Then, force was the only option…

Recalling the filthy illustrations from those dirty books, Josephine could only use them to confront Chu Yan.

She traced a small tear at the hem of her southern hemisphere garment with her fingertip, a hole the size of her fingertip, but due to the tremendous tension of the bold pink masses, the tear in the nun’s robe quickly ripped to the size of a fist.

Through the torn fabric, soft, creamy skin slightly spilled out.

“Your Excellency, my apologies!” The great nun used a title of respect, then immediately resorted to force.

The tear became an entrance, and a massive force of faith enveloped Chu Yan.

The cross necklace hanging in front of the ascetic nun trembled with the waves, the sacred power of the church suppressing the dragonkin, trying to force him to surrender his magic power.

…

After a while, the great nun left the open-air balcony.

To ensure nothing went wrong, she extracted several portions of magic power.

Entering an empty room, Josephine slightly lifted one side of her skirt. Beneath the solemn and holy nun’s robe, a pair of plump black silk legs were revealed.

Exposing unnecessary skin is indecent for a clergy, hence a conservative attire pairing of a tight skirt with black (or white) stockings.

At that moment, Josephine’s waist was adorned with several small thin-film bags, filled with the magic power materials she had collected.

With no extra pockets available, they could only be temporarily hung at her waist.

Josephine took out a cup and diluted the magical potion with water. After changing into a fresh nun’s habit, she returned to the room she shared with Theresa.

“Theresa, try this magical remedy and see if it works.”

Silver-haired Theresa, with infinite trust in Josephine, uttered a soft “thank you” and without hesitation, consumed the magical elixir.

Though the taste of the potion was subtle, somewhat reminiscent of heather tea, strangely enough, it seemed to have some effect.

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She could distinctly feel the power within her calming down, settling from its uncontrollable restlessness.

Like a wild horse finally acknowledging its fatigue, it took a rare moment to rest.

“It has a slight effect.”

Josephine’s face lit up with joy: “That’s good! Shall I go make you a stronger dose? There are still some magical ingredients left unused.”

Minutes later, Theresa, upon seeing the potion brought by the head nun, fell silent.

“Is this what you call a stronger dose… So what exactly is this potion?”

“It’s… not convenient to disclose.”