The Succubus, The Priest, and His Fall Into Lustful Heat - Chapter 19
Let’s rewind to before Payne and Ashtel’s wild encounter. Payne was beginning his day as he always did, with devout dedication.
He rose at dawn, washed up, and refreshed his body with cold water while offering prayers. He then proceeded to the prayer room to recite the scriptures with the other believers. Normally, the act of reading these pure confessions to God filled him with divine energy, but today…
‘…What is this?’
Strangely, an uncomfortable sensation was creeping up on him.
Payne furrowed his brow, looking down. His chest felt tight, and a warmth was rising in his lower abdomen. He bit his lip, trying to stay still to avoid making noise.
It was prayer time, and with so many people present, any movement would attract attention. He didn’t want to draw attention.
Since childhood, he’d been the subject of various rumors and jealousy, just for being a diligent priest. This made him wary of people. Abandoned at the Medialle from infancy, the only joy he found was in caring for small animals and children.
‘Come to think of it, I wonder how that bird is doing.’
About ten days ago, he had taken care of a pretty little yellow bird that some children had caught. It hadn’t been long before it had flown away on its own, presumably because it had healed.
Payne smiled softly, thinking of the little bird.
But the smile was fleeting as he suddenly felt a familiar tension and drew a sharp breath.
“Hup.”
He quickly looked down. Sure enough, his g***n was stirring, causing his robe to tent.
In an instant, his cheeks flushed a deep red. Pretending to clasp his hands in prayer, he discreetly scanned the area around him with a panicked gaze.
‘Why is this happening again…’
He had felt a similar heat the day before while hearing confessions. His breathing had become labored, and his g***n had tightened, forcing him to abruptly leave the room.
‘Oh, Katzel…’
He had committed a sin.
Right in the middle of the holy temple, even though no one was around, he had shamelessly exposed his body and given in to his lust.
The vivid memory of it remained: the overwhelming breaths, the rhythmic movement of his hand, and the deep, resonating pleasure. The more secretion he spilled onto the floor, the more the tingling sensation urged him to release his desire.
As he recalled this, the loathsome heat intensified. Payne let out a long groan, squeezing his eyes shut and bowing his head.
‘Oh Katzel, god of holiness and temperance, seventy-nine saints, whose sacred tears that fell on our land became life and light…’
Katzel did not forgive the seven deadly sins. Violating any one of them meant immediate self-punishment, and that was why Payne had flogged himself last night. The sensation of the leather biting into his flesh was still fresh, but it was not as uncomfortable as the shameful throbbing between his legs.
“…Ugh, hmm. Ugh…”
Despite his efforts to forget, the memory of his relieved lust kept surfacing.
Yesterday, he had been spared from getting discovered by the appearance of a lost woman, but today was different. He could not afford to show such a base side of himself here.
So Payne stood resolute, enduring the rising heat.
* * *
It took him two hours, staggering and dripping fluid onto the floor, before he finally left the area.
Once back in his room, he canceled all his appointments for the day, clutching his head in his hands. Eventually, he had even wrapped his member with rope.
‘Or was it not a rope?’
He wasn’t sure. What mattered was that in his frantic state, he had gathered his bedclothes and released his lust into them—even with his lower half bound.
Afterward, he had lost consciousness.
When he awoke, Knight Duvalkan and a servant stood over him with worried expressions. Duvalkan had come to meet him as scheduled but left upon seeing Payne’s unfit state.
This is where Payne’s real turmoil began.
‘A woman’s… undergarments…’
They were there. In his room.
It wasn’t just undergarments. There was also a torn blouse and scattered underskirt and overskirt, though he couldn’t remember how they had been removed.
No matter how he looked at it, someone had been in his bed.
“Who on earth…”
His heart sank. He tried to recall any memories, but all that came to mind was the intense pleasure.
He couldn’t just dismiss this incident by claiming a lapse in memory.
After Duvalkan and the servant left his room, Payne quickly examined himself.
Damp se–n covered his bedsheets and his member, and a lewd scent filled the room. Given the state of things, Duvalkan and the servant must have had some idea of what had happened…
His face turned a deep crimson from shame, but Payne shook his head, pushing thoughts of them aside.
