The Succubus, The Priest, and His Fall Into Lustful Heat - Chapter 47
Chapter 3: The Sin of the Secret Meeting
Suddenly, the world seemed to stop.
“….What?!”
The sky and earth seemed to change.
‘What, what, what did he say?!’
Ashtel gasped, her mouth open in shock.
What did Payne just say?
He accepted her offer?
‘All of a sudden?!’
For her, it was a good thing.
There was a set timeframe, and she needed to help Payne resolve his built-up heat. But she wasn’t that happy.
It felt somehow wrong that the pure Payne was the one extending his hand first.
“Why, why did you accept it?”
“It’s just something I realized from this incident. If I don’t accept your help, it could lead to bigger problems.”
By ‘bigger problems,’ he likely meant what just happened. At the hymn ceremony, where he had to recite a prayer in front of hundreds while standing e–ct.
It was indeed something that could shake his faith.
‘It’s good. It’s not just because he suddenly wanted to have s-x!’
If that had been the case, as a succubus, she would have welcomed it wholeheartedly.
But Ashtel didn’t want to see him broken. Sure, some of her sisters enjoyed subduing rebellious spirits to absorb their essence, but she was far from such cruel tastes.
She loved Payne for who he was.
“So, should I just watch over you when you’re mas—bating?”
“…”
“Ah, or maybe I should handle it directly…”
“That’s not it.”
Of course, Payne might never fully understand.
“So, can I stay close to check if you’re erec—”
“Miss Maid.”
“Oops, I mean to check if your… you know…”
Payne’s expression soured. How could she phrase it more delicately?
‘What else should I call it when the pepper is up!’
Ashtel rolled her eyes and then tilted her head with a clumsy smile.
“So, the little priest is angry?”
“What?”
“Your other half has risen?”
“What exactly…”
“What should I call it then!!”
Payne’s eyes fluttered as he looked at Ashtel. He glanced at the floor for a moment, sighed, and then rubbed his forehead while quietly apologizing.
“I’m sorry. Please speak comfortably.”
Ashtel felt a bit like an outcast. Was it even right for a succubus like her to feel this way? She swallowed her embarrassment and brushed her hair, getting to the point.
“So, I just need to watch over you and take it out if things go awry, right?”
“Yes, that’s correct.”
“Great. Oh, and by ‘take out,’ I mean escorting you out, not…”
“I understand.”
Payne sighed deeply.
“You might need to be more discreet with your choice of words.”
Discreet. Discreet.
‘What’s that supposed to mean?’
She knew the word. But it felt very distant from her.
‘But if Payne wants that…’
She was willing to listen, albeit reluctantly. His embarrassment at her somewhat indelicate—though she didn’t find them particularly lewd—words seemed almost cute to her.
“Okay.”
She responded with a small pout, almost playfully, which made Payne blink rapidly.
He shifted his gaze aimlessly for a moment before finally looking away.
“Well, that concludes our discussion. Thank you again.”
“Wait, Father Payne!”
Ashtel hurriedly caught hold of him after he gave a greeting in a neat and polite way.
“Um, it’s just that…”
She had caught him because she hadn’t yet asked about the dream.
‘But how do I bring it up?’
Noticing the shadows under Payne’s eyes, she hesitated and spoke.
“Have you considered why your body suddenly reacted this way?”
“…Ah.”
“If it’s an illness, you should recover quickly. I only know the symptoms…”
As she trailed off hesitantly, Payne’s expression darkened.
He must be suspecting the succubus in his dreams as the culprit for his sudden heat.
“….I do have a suspicion.”
And it seemed her guess was correct, as Payne slowly began to speak.
“I’m looking into whether it might be the work of a demon.”
“A demon?!”
She feigned shock and covered her mouth.
Ashtel’s acting might have been poor, but Payne, who was downcast, did not notice.
“So, you’re not going to a doctor? It could be an illness.”
“It’s highly unlikely. This is closer to a curse than an illness.”
Indeed, it was more an excessive reaction to pheromones than a curse.
