The Succubus, The Priest, and His Fall Into Lustful Heat - Chapter 6
Reluctantly, Ashtel dispersed a burst of pheromones into the air.
The sweet scent enveloped the surroundings, tinting everything in a momentary pink hue. Payne, who had been trying to avoid looking at Ashtel, sensed something strange and took a quick glance at her while drawing in a breath.
A brief silence followed.
Then, he stepped back hesitantly again.
“…Payne?”
“…”
“Where are you going?”
Although his reaction was similar to before, upon closer inspection, Ashtel noticed that Payne’s neck was flushed red. He glanced around in dismay and then turned completely, beginning to walk away briskly.
Naturally, Ashtel followed him.
“Wait! Don’t go!”
“Let me go.”
“I came to see you. You have to stay with me!”
In desperation, she timidly grasped the fluttering sleeve of his garment. She feared that holding on too tightly might only make him dislike her more.
Although a single shake from him could have freed him, fortunately, Payne didn’t shake her off. Instead, he trembled as if under a spell, then turned around with a flustered expression.
“Let go, please.”
“Why do you keep trying to run away?”
“Your face… no, I mean, your clothes…”
“Should I change my clothes? If I do, will you stay with me?”
Their time together was limited.
Ashtel had planned to seduce Payne within an hour to win his love and vitality.
She snapped her fingers, conjuring a short dress over her body in accordance with his wishes. Even though the outfit was still quite suggestive, as it originated from a succubus’s imagination, unfortunately, Payne, slightly affected by Ashtel’s pheromones, failed to notice anything odd.
“Is this better now?”
“…Who are you, exactly?”
“I told you. I’m Ashtel.”
“No, I mean, what are you really?”
“Uh…”
The answer lay in the pheromones.
‘Darn it.’
Once again, a heady scent enveloped Payne.
He instinctively covered his mouth and nose, but the overpowering pheromone cloud momentarily clouded his senses. As he staggered, Ashtel quickly steadied him.
She might have overdone the pheromones, but this was the only way.
‘He’s a priest after all, he won’t let his guard down around me.’
Most men lost their senses the moment they saw Ashtel.
With just a few words exchanged, they’d quickly let down their guards and succumb to the pheromones and willingly surrender to her.
However, Payne was different.
‘Maybe it’s because it’s Payne!’
After all, he was devout, pure, and knew restraint.
Even though she gained nothing from it, Ashtel felt a sense of pride as she watched Payne breathe heavily with a sweet gaze.
Did Payne notice the desire in her eyes? Suddenly, he jerked his head up, becoming aware of his own physical response and stiffened.
“Ah…”
Payne was tall.
Ashtel was on the petite side for a succubus, but Payne was at least a head taller than her, making him quite tall.
The sight of Payne burying his head in Ashtel’s neck and breathing heavily did not look dignified to anyone at all. Sensing another moment of crisis, he glanced downward.
Ashtel followed his gaze downward…
“No.”
He quickly covered her eyes with his large hand.
The reason became immediately clear. Through the trembling gaps between his fingers, the outline of a formidable object entered Ashtel’s view.
‘I knew since I spied on him changing.’
“It’s really incredibly bi—”
Just as she was about to finish her sentence,
She woke up.
Ashtel blinked her cute eyes in confusion, suddenly aware and surrounded by the familiar demonic realm’s sky, cradling auroras woven by magic.
‘Huh.’
Had she just been ejected from the dream?
Ashtel sat up swiftly, then winced, looking at her wrist.
The Hunter’s Snare she had wrapped around her arm to keep hold of Payne had snapped.
“What?!”
It was cleanly broken in two.
Ashtel examined the limp snare in dismay, trembling at the thought of the trouble she was in.
‘He, Hella’s going to be furious.’
Indeed, she had taken it without permission and snuck it away.
Would she ever tell her sisters that she entered the dreams of a Medialle priest? Of course not.
‘But how did Payne manage to reject me?’
Although Payne was the owner of the dream, the control should have been with Ashtel, the succubus. Yet, the fact that he pushed her away and woke up suggested that he had summoned a strong divine power to seize control.
‘Payne is impressive!’
On the other hand, this also meant that he found Ashtel so undesirable. That was why he forced himself awake
If so, it might have hurt her feelings, but instead, Ashtel felt her heart begin to race.
