The Succubus, The Priest, and His Fall Into Lustful Heat - Chapter 13
Ashtel wiped the sweat from her brow and asked nonchalantly.
“Uh, yeah, I went there once. But why do you ask?”
She wondered if she should mention getting kicked out as well. Although she didn’t dislike Payne for it, as a succubus, it was somewhat shameful. Involuntarily, her lips pouted. However, Carmen didn’t press for details but rather picked up on something else.
—Then you must have released pheromones on him, right?
“Yes, of course.”
—There have been cases, though rare in the last hundred years, where humans show an extreme reaction to pheromones.
“What?!”
—Hyperventilation, heat flashes, secretions pouring like water.
“Gasp.”
Carmen raised her glasses again and rustled through some papers as if checking her notes.
— Yes, it’s certain. About 112 years, 3 months, and 5 days ago, there was a human male with similar symptoms.
“And what happened to him?”
— He got caught by our sister Moablon and was tormented until he died.
“Yikes!”
Moablon, Ashtel’s third sister, had a terrifying penchant despite her cute and cheerful appearance. Any male caught by her was drained of vitality daily until death.
— Yes, now I remember. Whenever we injected pheromones, he got h-rny like a monkey and couldn’t stop taking his d–k out; she found it quite entertaining.
“Payne is not a monkey!”
— Of course, he isn’t. So, your human is showing these symptoms now?
Ashtel sniffled and confirmed it was so.
‘I thought Payne was suffering from some disease.’
It wasn’t a disease. All of this was due to the pheromones she had released through dreams.
“Sister, what should I do now?”
— Don’t worry. Just let him release it a few times on his own, and it should get better.
“Really?”
— It’s only a one-time pheromone exposure; humans don’t die from that. I know from experiments.
“Ugh…”
Pheromone injection experiments?
What exactly had her sister been up to all this time?
Ashtel’s eyes filled with unease, but she shook her head and thanked Carmen for her advice.
“Okay, thanks, sis. I’ll ask again if anything comes up.”
— Don’t bother me. I’m busy.
“See you next time then.”
— I said I’m busy.
“Love you.”
— Love you too.
Click. The communication ended.
Ashtel looked around the suddenly quiet cabin and sighed deeply.
‘I hope Payne can handle it on his own…’
The problem was that he was known as the iron-wall priest.
However, having seen him resort to touching himself despite being in intense desire today, it might not be as big of an issue as she had feared.
‘Okay. I need to keep watching him for a while.’
Resolving this, Ashtel lay down on the bed.
Being in this unfamiliar world and navigating through the divine powers had exhausted her both mentally and physically.
She missed the gloomy skies of the demon world, occasionally filled by human screams.
* * *
“But that’s that, and Payne is Payne!”
Ashtel got up early in the morning — around 10 a.m. — dressed up, and hurried to Medialle.
She had gone against her family’s pleas and came down to the human world, so she had to diligently check on Payne.
Above all, she was worried about his physical condition and couldn’t afford to waste any time.
But…
“Father Payne is not here today.”
“What?!”
“He said he wasn’t feeling well.”
“He’s, he’s not feeling well?!”
Ashtel’s mouth dropped open.
It was only yesterday that Carmen had reassured her everything would be alright.
‘What happened?’
Ashtel wanted to ask further about Payne, but the nun would not provide a clear answer.
She merely repeated that he had taken ill with a fever and was resting.
‘A fever? Isn’t that just a common illness for humans?’
Whether it was a fever or a cold, these were all alien illnesses to Ashtel, a demon.
If Payne was confined to his room because of such illness, there wasn’t much she could say… but was that really all there was to it?
She paced in front of Medialle, circling the same spot before finally deciding to transform into a shrew and sneak in.
‘I need to find Payne.’
She felt she would only be reassured by seeing him safe with her own eyes.
Ashtel darted down the corridors, sniffing intently.
‘Payne’s scent.’
In the vast expanse of the grand temple, home to thousands, finding a single person was akin to searching for a needle in a haystack.
‘Had I known it would be like this, I should’ve gone around when I was a bird.’
Ashtel stopped abruptly upon recognizing a familiar alley.
“Choo…”
Indeed, it was here that she had encountered the blond and black-haired knights the day before.
