The Succubus, The Priest, and His Fall Into Lustful Heat - Chapter 20
Right now, his embarrassing state wasn’t the priority. He had to find out who owned these torn clothes.
‘Maybe it was a maid who came to clean the quarters by mistake.’
At a designated time, maids responsible for maintaining the priests’ quarters would come and tidy up.
Today, due to his sudden bodily issue, he hadn’t left his room, so ordinarily, they wouldn’t have come. But if there had been a communication lapse, a maid might have come as scheduled.
What must the maid have thought, seeing a priest humping his bed like an animal in heat? And what choice had he, stripped of his sanity by carnal desire, made?
It wouldn’t be surprising if he had lost control and pounced on someone with his raging d–k.
Payne felt an overwhelming sense of guilt at the thought. The shame of his actions, over twenty years of disciplined faith, felt like it was being immersed in filth.
“Katzel…”
A lifetime of penance wouldn’t be enough.
The guilt of having possibly violated and destroyed the innocence of a woman weighed heavily on him, causing his hands to tremble.
He realized he couldn’t carry out his duties properly today. The wounds of his self-inflicted sin tore at his heart.
He felt that even a week of fasting and self-flagellation wouldn’t be enough.
As he tried to calm his trembling breath, he thought back.
‘How did I end up like this?’
He hadn’t been like this initially. If he had, the temple would have expelled him long ago.
Reflecting deeply, he thought of the dream that might have been the cause.
A few days ago, after completing his usual meditation, he had fallen asleep and saw a woman wearing revealing clothes in his dream and woke up abruptly afterward.
When he woke, he had been horrified to find his member e-ect and struggled to control the shameful urge. Although he had experienced wet dreams in his youth, he hadn’t been overwhelmed by lust since turning twenty.
He couldn’t believe that just a single dream had caused such an intense reaction.
“Ugh, ha…”
Even now, he was suffering from the persistent e-ection. After losing consciousness in his room a few days ago, he spent all day praying for the maid he might have wronged and for the overwhelming lust that had overtaken him.
However, stepping outside seemed to reignite the strange, uncontainable desires within him.
How did this happen? Why? What was wrong with him?
He wanted to see a physician, but if word got out that a priest from Medialle had come with an e-ection problem, the gossip would spread across the entire Singria. He would rather leave the temple than bring such shame upon it.
“Whoa!”
As he was stumbling back to his quarters, he turned a corner and collided with someone.
Reflexively, he caught the person to prevent them from falling, and his bleary eyes focused on an all too familiar sensation.
The dark clouds in his mind parted as bright orange eyes met his, causing his breath to hitch.
“Um, Father?”
“…”
“Father.”
“Oh, yes.”
Payne quickly released the woman. Now that he looked, she seemed to be a junior maid from Medialle. Her voluminous skirt and worn apron caught his eye.
“I’m sorry… I wasn’t watching where I was going.”
“Oh, no. It’s my fault, um, Father. I didn’t see you.”
The maid seemed to have something to say, shuffling her feet on the ground nervously.
Normally, he would have maintained his decorum, if not friendliness, and asked her what she needed. But unfortunately, the situation of his lower body was dire.
Worse, just being near a woman made his body cry out to be touched, making it impossible for him to notice that her face was unfamiliar.
Clenching his teeth, he tried to walk past her with his head bowed.
“Wait a moment!”
It would have been fine if she hadn’t grabbed his hand at that moment.
Payne recoiled as if he had been burned, turning back with a face impossibly red.
All from a mere touch.
“Do you… Do you not remember me?”
“…What?”
“I mean, um, well, you see…”
The maid’s face turned red, even more flushed than his own.
One difference, though, was that while his face was reddened with embarrassing desire, making him look somewhat disgraceful—at least in his own mind—the maid’s face was demure and charming, fitting her delicate features perfectly.
Despite his reputation as a cold and distant priest, Payne was still human and couldn’t help but notice the beauty in her shy expression.
“We slept together before.”
Had she not said that, Payne might have maintained his composure.
