The Succubus, The Priest, and His Fall Into Lustful Heat - Chapter 27
There was no other choice.
Being in the same space as a woman would provoke an e–ction, and with his body now beyond control, a device was necessary.
The chastity belt, made of iron, designed to hide every inch of flesh except for a small hole for ur-nation, tightened increasingly with each e–ction, causing Payne intense pain as he sweat profusely.
Noticing his distress, Ashtel asked him with a worried expression.
“What’s wrong? Are you in pain again?”
Payne’s condition was different from his usual reactions to e–ctions. He was now previously frantic and breathing heavily, clenching his fists, gritting his teeth, like he was enduring pain.
“Father.”
Though she didn’t mean to hurry him, her repeated calls made him flinch. He twitched his jaw as he responded.
“It’s nothing, nothing at all.”
Clearly, something was wrong. It was likely a different pattern of heat than before.
“Stay still. Let me check.”
She needed to inspect underneath. As Ashtel hesitatingly reached to untie his waistband, Payne groaned even louder and grabbed her wrist.
This caused the cleaners outside to pause.
“Did you hear something just now?”
“A man’s voice…”
“Nah, you must have heard wrong.”
Payne’s heart nearly dropped. He covered his mouth and gasped for air.
Meanwhile, Ashtel quickly loosened his waistband and scanned the covered area. She realized something was amiss when the familiar bulge was not visible.
‘He’s not e–ct?!’
It was odd. There was the overwhelming scent. His ears and face were red, but there was no e–ction.
Confused, she noticed a strange firmness under her touch. His member was rigid; not just ordinarily but iron-like solid.
“Uh, that…”
Fluttering her eyelashes as she looked back and forth between Payne and his covered area, the increasingly irrational Payne spoke in a low voice.
“Don’t touch.”
“Are you wearing a chastity belt?”
“….”
Payne’s face, previously flushed red, now turned pale as he glanced helplessly between Ashtel’s hand and her face, then shut his eyes tightly.
It was as good as a yes answer.
Ashtel stood with her mouth agape.
‘Wow, woow.’
Although she felt disgust at her first reaction, there was nothing she could do about it.
She was a succubus, after all, and here was her prey, wiggling his, no, his chastity belt in front of her.
Ashtel stopped the drool that was going to spill and spoke.
“You’re wearing it, aren’t you? Did you put it on because you keep getting e–ctions?”
“Please, stop using the word e–ction.”
Payne’s dark eyes were contorting with shame.
He tried to push her hand away, but his strength was pitifully weak compared to usual. How can he not pull her off?
Ashtel coyly swept her hand across his clothes. She felt along the rigid barrier until she located the extent of the chastity belt.
Payne gasped and twitched his jaw in discomfort.
“Sorry, did that hurt?”
“….Just keep your distance.”
“There’s nowhere further I can go in here.”
“Why on earth did we end up here…”
Payne let out a long, thin moan as Ashtel pressed against him fully, her chest flush against his.
The rich scent of Payne’s skin reached her. Payne is Payne, but she was feeling just as much lust.
Barely managing to refrain from biting the protruding chest in front of her, Ashtel continued to fumble with her other hand lower down.
Payne felt sweat trickle profusely down the back of his neck as he lifted his head. He thought that if he did not look at Ashtel, he might manage to push her away more firmly.
“Maid, this should not continue. It is not in accordance with the teachings.”
“I see the Father is uncomfortable. It will only hurt if it stays this way.”
“Better this pain than losing my reason to lust. Please, stop…”
The air inside the cabinet had become hot.
Payne panted and continued.
“Stop touching me.”
Ashtel’s hand, which had been exploring inside his trousers, searching for the opening of the chastity belt, finally stopped.
His fluid was incessantly leaking out around the chastity belt.
