The Succubus, The Priest, and His Fall Into Lustful Heat - Chapter 77
“Ugh!”
When did this start? When had he been mas—bating in front of a penitent? Payne stumbled out of his seat with a clatter. His chest heaved with rapid breaths, and his lower body, covered in a mess, trembled and splattered with fluids.
“Father, what’s wrong?”
This time, it wasn’t Ashtel’s voice. The penitent who had been confessing their sins since earlier asked, puzzled.
“No, it’s nothing, nothing…”
It couldn’t be nothing. He had mas—bated during confession.
‘Ah…’
An uncomfortable sense of wrongness, the sticky panic enveloping his body, tightened around his throat.
“Um… but what about the sounds I heard earlier? What was that strange water noise…?”
The confusion on the penitent’s face intensified as they voiced their concerns.
Whether it was an auditory hallucination or something else, the lewd sounds of his e–ction, even if the space was separated, would have been loud and clear.
The mixture of shame and disgust drove him to a state of shock.
“Ah, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.”
Even now, the fact that someone else had heard him, and the way his e–ction was exposed despite his embarrassment, made him want to hide.
He staggered backward, unable to calm himself as his vision blurred. He fled from the confession booth, muttering apologies as he hastily moved his legs.
With no time to tidy up, he covered himself with his cloak and, with fluids splattering from his trousers, rushed down the corridor in a panic.
Not long after, as if by some cruel twist of fate, he ran into Ashtel.
“Father!”
Why did she always appear at moments like this?
“What’s wrong?”
She asked what was happening and if he was feeling unwell, but her gaze was already fixed on his legs, as if she knew his condition.
Ashtel always appeared at times like these, as if to mock his inability to control his carnal desires, making him want to shake himself free of them.
Like a savior.
“Miss… Miss, Sue.”
“Oh my, you’re sweating… What happened?”
She pushed aside her flowing gray hair and placed her soft palm on his forehead.
The touch was appropriately cool and somewhat tender. It would have been nice if it could soothe the heat, but his body was already aroused and reacting to Ashtel.
“You’re e-ect now, aren’t you?”
“… Yes.”
“What is this? You said you were fine just a moment ago!”
“I’m sorry… ugh!”
The sweet scent from Ashtel made him shudder. Realizing it, his e-ect throbbed as if he was going to climax at any moment.
Damn this body. Damn this lust.
Payne knew he should push Ashtel away, yet he was involuntarily leaning into her, feeling her presence. Every breath she took, every bit of her skin through her clothes—it all felt obscene and tantalizing.
There could be no perversion greater than this.
“Come here. I’ll help you.”
“Ah, no…”
“Don’t say no. I’m not listening to you anymore.”
Had he ever listened before?
Payne squeezed his eyes shut as Ashtel guided him into a seldom-used storeroom. As he leaned against the wall, she cupped his face.
“You’re burning up…”
“Ugh, don’t touch me.”
“Not that again?”
“…Please, just…”
Now that he had indirectly learned her feelings, and seen her family, he knew he should not allow himself to be close to her.
“Please, don’t come near me.”
Did she understand his desperate plea? Ashtel was silent for a moment, then pulled her hand away and stood up.
“Alright. Then do it yourself.”
She didn’t seem angry, at least not to Payne.
When he looked up and saw her face, he realized she was hurt once more.
“Miss Sue…”
“If you need anything, call me.”
Ashtel shook off her discomfort and walked away with a composed demeanor. He nearly reached out to grab her but managed to restrain himself while breathing heavily.
He would atone for this sin someday. Not only had he dishonored her, but he had also caused her distress and hurt her feelings repeatedly. He would pray thousands of times to atone.
And when Ashtel’s feelings for him have cooled, he hoped to meet her again and apologize sincerely.
‘I’m sorry. I’m sorry. Your help allowed me to endure many days.’
Payne applied the sticky fluids as lubricant, spreading it to the tip, and rubbed it up and down.
Just like Ashtel used to do. The way she tenderly touched his p–is.
His mind was filled entirely with thoughts of her, so perhaps he was pushing aside thoughts of his own desires.
