The Succubus, The Priest, and His Fall Into Lustful Heat - Chapter 37
As Payne approached, Ashtel found herself hiding without realizing it.
‘Huh? Why am I hiding?’
Certainly, the illusion sweeping and pouting wasn’t her, but something felt off. It made her hide behind a decorative vase.
She had been contemplating rushing over to Payne immediately, as every second was precious, but…
“Miss Maid.”
Suddenly, Payne speaking to the dream Ashtel made her hold her breath again.
The fake Ashtel, upon seeing Payne, smoothed her initially prickly expression into a bright smile.
“Yes, Father Payne!”
At this, Payne’s eyebrows twitched.
Even in dreams, her presence seemed to overwhelm him.
“There will be an event at the east annex this afternoon. Instead of garden duty, you should head over there today.”
“Understood!”
Moreover, dream Ashtel had an inexplicably cheerful air about her.
Even after he had finished his message, she stood squarely in front of him, unleashing a silly grin when their eyes met.
‘…Could it be that Payne thinks of me like that?’
Dreams reflect their dreamer.
Thus, everything contained within them—every blade of grass or tree—was also imbued with Payne’s consciousness.
“Father Payne, you’re not e–ct today?”
“What? Don’t suddenly talk about that!”
“Why? Should I say ‘c-ck’ instead?”
“Miss Maid!”
Payne’s face turned pale, and Ashtel held her forehead.
No, that crude term was an eternal companion of a succubus, but she wasn’t one to use it so carelessly.
‘Payne, that’s too much!’
How could he view her as so vulgar to have such a conversation in his dreams?
She didn’t dwell on having poked his backside the last time and was about to step forward when the fake Ashtel suddenly grabbed Payne’s wrist.
“You always lie, Father Payne.”
“…!”
“Look, it’s standing already.”
Really?
‘Where? Where?’
She craned her neck trying to see Payne’s supposed e–ction from her angle but couldn’t spot anything.
Ultimately, Ashtel flew up to cling to the ceiling unnoticed.
“Miss, Miss Maid.”
“Wow, you’re already wet.”
“Stop, don’t look. I’ve told you many times this can’t happen…”
“How many times?”
“Kuh.”
In the dream, Ashtel was… much more reckless than she was in reality.
Payne, who seemed fidgety and was about to retreat, was blocked. HIs g***n was abruptly fondled before being pushed aggressively against a wall.
“Please don’t do this… Ah!”
Payne gasped as it was clear he was already standing.
Watching a version of herself teasing Payne felt both thrilling and jealousy-provoking. She bit her lip.
‘But why does he seem to respond quicker than in reality?’
Indeed, Payne crumbled at an alarming rate under such clumsy touches, which even a succubus like her found to be sloppy, yet he was gasping for air swiftly.
‘The last time I appeared in his dream, he just ran away.’
Ashtel’s eyes narrowed in annoyance.
‘Why does he let that version of me do whatever it wants?’
Without any resistance—even though he continually protested usually—and even his moans became increasingly coquettish as he seductively moved his hips back and forth.
“I can’t just stand by any longer.”
If she didn’t intervene, Payne was on the verge of climaxing at the hands of this fake Ashtel.
‘I don’t want to see that!’
With a whirl, Ashtel soared down.
As soon as she appeared, the dream version of herself quickly disintegrated and vanished. This was Payne’s created space, but she was now in control. She could demolish everything if she chose, but that might make Payne suspicious.
“…Miss Maid?”
Payne, who had been clenching his eyes shut, looked up as the sensations at his lower half stopped.
There Ashtel stood, now donning demon wings and a tail, and casually flicked her finger, appearing in her maid’s outfit.
“Yes, Father Payne. I’m right here.”
It was fortunate that she could use the heat the fake Ashtel had stirred up. If she had tried to seduce him from the start, it would have taken much longer.
‘…Wait, so was Payne having a lewd dream?’
Thinking about it, that was right. Unlike before, the dream’s setting wasn’t a bleak corridor of the temple. She was there, and Payne had deliberately gone to her to speak.
And as if waiting, the fake Ashtel touched him…
“Oh dear, oh dear.”
