The Succubus, The Priest, and His Fall Into Lustful Heat - Chapter 76
Even though his entire body was ruled by this trivial desire, he shouldn’t have acted so foolishly toward Ashtel again. Despite her being in the middle of pleasuring herself…
“Damn it.”
Payne groaned, clenching his fist.
Another cause of his distress was likely the lewd thoughts consuming his mind.
Even after spending the entire day locked away in his room, whipping himself as punishment, he couldn’t forget Ashtel’s white, smooth thighs, her shuddering skin, and the sight of her spurting love liquid.
Though he knew he was going mad recently, this time it was unbearable—an overwhelming lust tormented him. Even now, just thinking of Ashtel brought him back to that moment in the bath, vividly recalling her secret place.
This was madness. It might not be a succubus’s trick but rather his own inherent lewd nature.
“Father, are you listening?”
“… Yes, I am.”
He quickly refocused and swallowed his sigh. He hadn’t been able to fulfill his duties properly due to these useless thoughts. Payne gripped his thighs tightly to inflict pain on himself and tried to concentrate on the confessions coming from the other side of the partition.
He should have stopped thinking about Ashtel, but her sorrowful expression from earlier kept flashing in his mind.
‘She was sad.’
Although she wasn’t crying, Ashtel clearly showed her sorrow. Contrary to his expectation that she would burst into tears at the first sign of sadness, she simply tightened her pretty lips and stared at him, replying with a resigned acceptance.
Thus, to tell the untruth was even more painful.
He knew he needed to distance himself from her. Despite her poverty, Ashtel was a beloved daughter from a family rich in affection, and she could certainly find another man to share new feelings with.
She shouldn’t be tainted by him. Even if he hadn’t been e-ct, being close to him would bring nothing good. Even if Ashtel was interested in him for reasons other than his body—though it was difficult to believe—he couldn’t accept her.
Payne, the revered and steadfast priest of Medialle. From his vague childhood memories to the present and future, he had no intention of accepting anyone’s heart.
“… Ugh.”
Yet, his body continued to emit intense heat, as if in defiance.
It seemed that the penitent in this confession was a woman. By now, he was accustomed to such matters and pressed his lips tightly, trying to block out the sounds, but for some reason, his vision momentarily blurred.
When he regained his focus, the woman’s voice he had been hearing had transformed into what seemed to be Ashtel’s.
“Father, I don’t know what to do now.”
“… What?”
“I hate my husband and my child so much. How can I calm these feelings of hatred?”
It wasn’t Ashtel, but the voice sounded just like hers—soft and tender.
‘Did I just think it was tender?’
He was losing his mind again. Shaking his head, he barely managed to answer before the penitent realized something was amiss.
“Pray. Confess your sins to Katzel with honesty.”
“Yes, Father.”
Honestly, Payne hoped Ashtel would not have feelings for him. If she wanted someone, wouldn’t it be better to be with someone like Duvalkan, who might be older but who could better soothe a woman’s heart?
The moment he thought of Duvalkan’s well-groomed silver hair and charming smile, he felt uncomfortable, but he admitted to himself that Duvalkan was indeed preferable. Truly.
—Really?
Startled by the sudden question, Payne looked up.
“What…?”
—Do you really think so?
This time, he wasn’t surprised. The demonic whisper came from beyond the partition where the penitent was.
Payne immediately realized it was an auditory hallucination.
—Payne, I still like you.
The voice he had found unfamiliar now morphed into Ashtel’s. She was sweetly smiling and coaxing him.
—Won’t you come back to me?
No. Now that he had seen even a small part of her heart, he knew he must not approach her again.
—Why? Even though I say it’s alright?
He shouldn’t respond. The throbbing in his head was clearly affecting his mind.
—You keep thinking about me all the time. While sleeping, waking up, and now.
No. That wasn’t true.
To think all day about Ashtel?
He should only be contemplating Katzel, the omnipotent God.
—Liar.
He shouldn’t listen. He needed to turn away from this vile whisper.
—Do you mas—bate while thinking of Katzel?
For a moment, the world seemed to stop. Payne realized he had been gasping for breath. He lowered his head, and through the opening of his trousers, he saw his pe-is standing e***t.
