Capítulo 66: Part 4: Noelle(Black Clover)
Noelle spun around in the dress. "What do you think?"
"I think that dress screams I am a sweet innocent child, just waiting for a strong man to come corrupt me."
Noelle's smile dropped. "Come on, take this seriously."
Vanessa took a sip from her bottle of alcohol. "I am taking this seriously. Do you know how much experience I have clothes shopping to impress guys?"
Noelle didn't want to answer that.
"Anyway, what impression do you want to give Asta?" The alcoholic asked. "Sweet and innocent so he'll devour you? A temptress prepared to take control a… Noelle are you listening?"
She was not, her eyes having caught an outfit on the other side of the store. "I want that one." She said.
Vanessa looked at it. "Kinda risqué." She commented.
"It's beautiful." Noelle said.
Vanessa shrugged. "Go ahead."
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Asta swung his sword down. "100." He stuck the blade into the ground and leaned against it, panting.
"You're getting better with the sword." Magna noted. "I can't even lift it."
Asta beamed at the praise. "Thanks. Being part of the squad has been even more fun than I thought it would."
The fellow commoner raised an eyebrow. "This coming from the guy who was unaware of what we did until a few days ago?"
"Well, I wasn't totally…" His words were cut short when Asta caught sight of Noelle.
"Hmm?" Magna asked, turning around to look at the royal. He then did a double take.
Noelle had forgone her usual outfit in exchange for what looked like a long, white formfitting sweater with a small clover shaped opening over her cleavage that stopped a few inches below her waist. She was wearing black leggings.
"Hey Asta. Magna." She greeted. "Like my new outfit? Apparently it's called a virgin killer." She spun around. Her back was completely exposed. "You guys dead yet?"
Magna scoffed at her question and began yelling about respect and his higher rank and the like. Asta simply stared.
"Anyway," Noelle said. "I need to go back. I'm starving." And with that, she strutted into the base.
"Can you believe her?" Magna asked.
Asta absentmindedly shook his head. "Anyway, I think I'll cut training short for today."
"Really?" Magna asked.
"Yeah." Asta said. "I just remembered there's something I need to do."
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Asta walked into his room.
Noelle was lying on his bed. "Hey." She said with a smile.
"Really?" Asta asked as he sat on the edge of the bed and looked down at her. "And where did you get that?"
"I went shopping with Vanessa. You like?"
Asta nodded.
"Well then," Noelle reached out and pulled him down on top of her, "why don't you show your appreciation with a good meal?"
Asta's erection pressed into her leg was all the confirmation she needed. "What do you want me to do?" She asked.
Asta knew exactly what he wanted to do, but he didn't say so. "I want to fuck your breasts." He said.
Noelle nodded, and began reaching for the sweater.
"Keep it on." Asta said.
Noelle blinked. "What?" She asked.
"I want you to keep it on. Or is that a problem?"
"No." Noelle said, shaking her head. "It's no problem."
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Outside the room, Vanessa listened to the indecent sounds of Noelle having sex in the brand-new outfit she had been so excited to get before sighing and walking away. She'd felt icky listening in on her younger friends being intimate, but her suspicions were right on the money.
This was a problem and needed to be fixed, ASAP.
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"Noelle isn't comfortable around you."
Asta stared at the string mage who had walked into his room. "Did you hit your head?" He asked innocently.
Vanessa facepalmed. "Don't… just, look. She likes you, and I'm sure under normal circumstances, she'd probably, eventually, be willing to do what she does now, regardless of her hunger. But on some level, you are still the guy who keeps her from ever needing to go hungry again, and so she does everything to please you. Learning new techniques, buying clothes, restraining the more abrasive parts of her personality. Noelle isn't Noelle Silva when she's with you, at least not completely. She's perfect girlfriend Noelle, who will do anything you ask because it's preferable to losing you."
Asta thought about how Noelle had acted recently. "I think you're right."
"Of course I'm right."
"So.. what do I do?"
"Simple. You and Noelle need to talk about this. You guys need to come to a solid conclusion about your relationship."
"What if we can't?" Asta asked. "It's not like we can just stop."
Vanessa honestly didn't have an answer.
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Noelle looked nervously at Asta. The anti-magic mage had dragged her off to the forest without a word.
"Noelle." He said, breaking his silence.
"Yes Asta?" She asked nervously.
"Are you okay Noelle?"
"What? Oh I'm fine. Don't even feel that hungry at the moment."
"So you're not angry?"
"Angry? Why would I be angry?"
"The virgin-killer."
Noelle grit her teeth, then she faked a laugh, "oh, that old thing? Nah, it wasn't that important."
Asta frowned. "Do you ever feel angry with me? Frustrated?"
"Wh-what? N-n-no. Who told you that? I'd never feel like that with you."
"Why?"
Noelle blinked. Why was he asking that? Did he want her to get angry?
She smiled. "Because… I'm not annoyed."
Asta frowned. "I don't like this."
Noelle felt her heart stop. "What? What do you mean?" She walked closer to him and he backed away. "Why? What did I do? I can fix it."
"I don't think you can."
Noelle grabbed his shirt. "Wait, please, I'll do anything you want. I'll…"
"Noelle. You need to stop." Asta tried backing away, but the girl fell to her knees as she held onto him, being dragged off by him.
"No. We need to continue. We can't just stop. I'll do anything. I wasn't doing it right before was I? I know that's on me, not you. But I can be whatever you want. Just let me…" She lost her grip and fell to her hands and knees. She looked up. "Please Asta, I-"
Asta whipped a small mirror out and held it to her face.
Noelle looked at the desperate face that stared back at her. "Who is that?"
"It's you." Asta answered, confused at the question.
Noelle stared at the girl as her pleading eyes morphed to confusion before hardening into horror, her desperation hit a boil and cooled into disgust and her quivering lips steeled into a line.
Then she stood up and dusted herself off. She kept her eyes glued to the ground. "I… I see what you mean now." She turned around.
Asta grabbed her arm. "Noelle."
"I'm pathetic." She said, futilely trying to pull away.
"No you aren't." Asta said. "You're just desperate."
Noelle flinched.
"But that doesn't mean you're pathetic."
"But-"
"The girl I met on my first day was a lot of things. She was proud, she talked down to people and she couldn't control he immense amount of magic. So she practiced at night in the hopes of being able to do it. That's not pathetic. But her only problem was that she didn't trust us enough to tell us she had a problem."
Noelle stared ahead. "So what do we do now?"
Asta spun the girl so she was looking at him. "I want you to trust me. I will always feed you. No matter what. Can you trust me when I say that?"
Noelle stared at the serious earnest eyes. She believed him. She nodded.
Asta gave her one of his big dumb smiles. "Great. Now that's been settled." He took a step back and held out his hand for a handshake. "Hi. I'm Asta. I'm going to become the Wizard King."
Noelle stared at the hand before taking it. "I'm Noelle Silva. I'm royalty, so I understand you know what that means."
"You have a lot of magic, live in the capital and have the same look even more constipated than the nobles?"
Noelle glared at him. "Shut up Bakasta." She almost flinched. Almost.
Asta smiled. "Bakasta huh?"
Noelle blushed. "Well, I mean, it's an appropriate name."
"I like it." He turned away from her, took a deep breath and yelled. "Bakasta!"
"What are you doing?"
"It just rolls off the tongue. Bakasta!"
"Really?"
"You do it."
Noelle stared at him before she took a deep breath. "Bakasta!" She yelled.
"Bakasta!"
"Bakasta!"
"Bakasta!"
"Bakasta!"
Vanessa stared at the two idiots as they screamed at the top of their lungs. She shook her head. "That's one way to do it, I guess."
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(A/N: I really cut you guys off with the smut in this chapter. Should be more in the next one, along with a peak at the dungeon exploration mission.
I fear I may not be good at writing Asta. Whenever I type his scene I feel I'm making him more subdued than he should be. I suppose he's being extra considerate of Noelle's privacy.
Vanessa's proving to be the breakout side character I never knew I liked writing. She can be such an excellent plot device. Then again, considering Anko's portrayal in Love Eye, I am clearly inclined towards these kinds of supporting characters.
Please leave a review of your thoughts.)
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