The Succubus, The Priest, and His Fall Into Lustful Heat - Chapter 73
Yes, to be honest, Payne, the lonely priest, was experiencing the most chaotic dinner of his life.
“If you have eleven sisters, don’t you get confused? You can’t remember that many names.”
“Are you calling me stupid, Sir?”
“No, I’m just saying it sounds like a lot.”
“Well, I admit I’m a bit confused too!”
“Moa…”
The stories Moablon shared were mostly astonishing. The fact that Ashtel had eleven sisters, all scattered in different places. And that they were all quite beautiful, though not as stunning as Ashtel, which Moablon proudly emphasized—and that they were all unmarried.
Honestly, if they weren’t Ashtel’s family, it would be information he wouldn’t have paid much attention to.
‘…Miss Ashtel has a family too.’
Of course, she must. She is someone’s daughter, sister, and probably a sibling.
To Payne, who had grown up as an orphan, fixated on Katzel in the temple, this was a strange revelation.
And because of this, he was thoroughly disoriented.
‘Do Miss Ashtel’s parents know? About what I did to her?’
The guilt he had tried to ignore suddenly resurfaced. It felt like a huge, threatening creature was pounding on the door of his hiding place.
‘Would they know that she lost her purity to another man, who was not her partner?’
And moreover, what he had done within the temple. A dark priest who had lost control and could have threatened her chastity, or even today, risking it again.
Payne exhaled a hot breath, gripping his spoon tightly.
‘I shouldn’t have done that to her. I shouldn’t have…’
Even if she had given in to her own desires and pleasured herself at the door, he shouldn’t have touched her.
The image of their bodies intertwined flashed through his mind like a vivid painting, as well as the sensation of her soft lips.
His lower abdomen tingled painfully as he tried to swallow the food quickly.
Was he really behaving like this in a public place? Especially with a child right in front of him—there could be nothing more shameless.
Trying to compose himself and focus on the meal despite his troubled thoughts, another unavoidable question was thrown at him.
“So, who does Sister like?”
At that moment, Payne’s hand froze. His gaze instinctively moved upward to Ashtel. She, who had momentarily choked and coughed, was now blushing like a blooming spring flower, waving her hands around in a flustered manner.
Despite her continuous denial that she had anyone she liked, and with Duvalkan steering the conversation to a topic only they knew, the discussion inevitably turned into a full-blown conversation about ‘someone she likes’.
Payne could only remain silent.
Someone she liked? Was there someone that she desired?
At first, there was confusion. But what followed was an emotion he shouldn’t be feeling.
‘…Could it be?’
Sue, the lovely maid who couldn’t hide her embarrassment and was struggling with it, had someone she cared about so obviously that it was awkward even to think about.
If there was someone she could genuinely call a ‘person she likes’…
‘No, no. It can’t be.’
It had to be impossible. But even for someone as detached from the world as Payne, there was a sense of awareness. When people’s bodies touch, attachment forms easily, and when attachment forms, affection can develop in an instant.
Moreover, Ashtel was a lively and active woman, so her feelings could certainly be lively and easily directed towards someone else.
“Stop teasing me, everyone!”
The danger wasn’t just Ashtel’s feelings.
When bodies touch, attachment forms. When attachment forms, feelings grow, and if the other person is attractive enough to draw attention, even the most stoic man would be drawn in.
Up until now, he had tightly held the reins of his wandering emotions, but at this moment, he felt that something was going wrong.
The pounding heartbeat, the doubts, and the constant glances from Ashtel were crashing over him like waves, making it difficult to handle.
“……Father Payne?”
So he shouldn’t answer.
If he spoke now, it was clear that only nonsense would come out.
He swallowed his words, which were stuck in his throat, and looked down at the food on his now-empty plate.
He didn’t even know when he had stopped eating and only chewed on the rising words.
* * *
As soon as Ashtel got home, she was furious with Moablon.
‘Sister, that was just too much!’
‘Why? Didn’t you enjoy the show?’
‘What on earth was there to enjoy!’
‘Oh, Ashtel. Didn’t you know?’
But Moablon only laughed slyly, offering no further explanation.
