The Succubus, The Priest, and His Fall Into Lustful Heat - Chapter 7
Yes, Payne had lived his life secluded in a temple, building walls around himself against the temptations of the flesh. A sudden allure from a woman might indeed be overwhelming for him.
Perhaps Ashtel’s approach was too direct. Then what could be the right way to captivate Payne? Should she find another method?
But Ashtel, born from the demonic tree Asti, was a formidable succubus. She knew only the ways of charm using her appearance and body, and couldn’t fathom how else she could seduce Payne once more.
This prompted her to make a decision.
‘I need to go to the human realm myself!’
There was hardly any chance to encounter Payne in her current situation. She was curious about him, wanted to see him, and desired him. So, shouldn’t she get to know him better?
Fast forward to the present.
“No, how are you planning to get into Medialle?”
Hella demanded, sensing Ashtel’s intentions. But Ashtel replied simply.
“I’ll transform into a human and go.”
“So, you’re going to see that priest?”
“Yes.”
“And what will you do when you see him? You can’t use pheromones if you’re not in your succubus form.”
“I’ll seduce Payne without using pheromones!”
“All that effort, really?”
Ashtel nodded, her blonde hair fluttering lightly.
“Do you really need to go that far? Why not just in dreams… oh wait, he lives in Medialle. That would be difficult.”
Ashtel stopped packing her things for a moment, realizing Hella still didn’t know her mishap.
She decided not to elaborate on her feelings for Payne and picked up her bag swiftly.
“I’ll be back in a week! See you then, sister!”
“Hey, wait. What’s in that bag?”
“Experiment tools from Sister Carmen.”
“What?!”
Carmen, Ashtel’s eighth sister, was a unique succubus known for her intellectual beauty.
Unlike her other sisters who busied themselves consuming vitality, Carmen spent her days in the workshop creating various devices. She had even developed an automatic vitality-harvesting machine that allowed them to satiate their hunger without delving into dreams.
When asked if a succubus could really rely on such a device, she’d say,
“Who cares. As long as it fills the hunger. Besides, I don’t want to make just these things.”
–Like so.
Reflecting on it, it seems this whole mess started ten years ago when she tried to devour a human but ended up signing a contract that fueled her spirit for experimentation.
‘Hmm, yes… keep at it, sis.’
It seems like there has been an ongoing competition ever since to see who could create the most impressive invention. Could this perhaps be a form of love?
Ashtel pondered this for a moment before shaking her head and soaring into the air.
“It’s not used much anymore. So, it should be fine to use it!”
“Still, you…”
“Goodbye then!”
A portal opened with Ashtel’s magic, and through it, she quickly departed. Hella could only purse her lips as she watched her younger sister disappear.
‘What am I going to do with that tomboy?’
Ashtel was the youngest sister born in over three hundred years. The intervals between the births of fruits in Asti had been getting longer.
It’s possible that Ashtel might be the last succubus born from the tree.
Because of this, her sisters doted on her tremendously, but such pampering might have done more harm than good.
‘I’d better be sleeping with a dozen other humans than trying to devour a priest from Medialle!’
Of course, that was just her rationale.
* * *
Having descended to the human realm in an old cabin in the forest, Ashtel roughly organized Carmen’s experimental tools —why on earth did she make an automatic dust vacuum and a mop vibrator?—and made it just habitable enough for sleeping.
She then transformed into a human form.
A magic glyph floated over her head and passed down to her toes, turning her once golden hair to an ordinary brown. The demonic wings embedded in her back disappeared, and the cute heart-shaped tail swiftly hid its form.
Ashtel examined herself in the mirror, turning this way and that. She pondered her pretty face for a while.
‘Payne has seen my face in his dreams, and there’s nothing particularly good about being recognizable.’
Although Ashtel was dissatisfied by having to conceal her beauty, she ultimately waved her hand, altering her appearance so that others would perceive her as less stunning.
Since maintaining magic in Medialle would be challenging, she also took one of Carmen’s low-level magic sustainment devices—a pair of bright red teardrop-shaped earrings—before leaving the cabin.
‘Is it time for confession now?’
Although it had been a brief period, Ashtel had lived a few days in Payne’s temple lodging and had learned his routines.
He seemed to check on her out of concern every time his duties ended, and she noticed he would also jot down his daily activities in a notebook.
From her cage, Ashtel had observed and learned that after 10 AM, Payne would hear the confessions of his followers.
