The Succubus, The Priest, and His Fall Into Lustful Heat - Chapter 9
Ashtel continued her confession with increasing enthusiasm. This was more fun than expected.
Could this be why people regularly went to confession? Unaware that her actions might also be seen as another form of harassment, her penance reached its climax.
“…so, I actually thought about touching him while he was sleeping…”
“…”
“Father, are you listening?”
“…Yes, I am listening.”
His voice was still firm, albeit slightly shaken.
Ashtel grinned satisfactorily, then caught herself.
‘Wait, I wasn’t just here to talk.’
She had come to the human realm for a reason—to seduce and eat Payne.
Hesitating slightly, Ashtel subtly shifted the conversation.
“Have you ever felt like that, Father?”
“…Excuse me?”
“Wanting to see and touch someone incessantly.”
“No, I have not.”
The reply was disappointingly cold. Payne sighed deeply and added,
“Moreover, what you have described is considered one of the sins Katzel forbids. It should be addressed with repentance and prayer.”
“Yes…”
“Do not be swayed by desires. Focus on purifying your heart and praying.”
“Ugh, yes…”
This was not what she wanted.
She had thought that if Payne remembered the dream, he might recall her succubus form and show some vulnerability. Could it be that he genuinely disliked her form?
Ashtel prodded again, slightly irritated.
“Really, you’ve never felt that? I’ve heard that it’s common among men.”
“…While it might be typical due to physical traits, I don’t see the purpose of your question.”
Payne’s response, pointed and direct, meant that he had no interest in entertaining such topics.
‘Humans consider personal boundaries important. Is this one of those things?’
It wasn’t just a human trait. Ashtel remembered her sisters in the demon realm, who often argued over living arrangements.
While she was indifferent and could sleep just about anywhere, sisters with lots of magical gadgets or captive human souls often insisted they needed more space.
Given the sharp glares she received merely for trespassing on someone else’s space—glances that would have turned into thunderbolts if she wasn’t the youngest and therefore somewhat tolerated—it seemed right to respect personal spaces.
‘I guess this must be part of that?’
While the circumstances were different, Ashtel decided to gracefully back down, considering Payne’s feelings.
‘I don’t want to be disliked by Payne so soon!’
Unlike other prey, Payne was someone she actually wanted to put effort into. Just as she was about to apologize, a sweet scent drifted in unexpectedly.
“Huh?”
What was happening?
Ashtel sniffed the air.
A thick, sweet scent was wafting from behind the partition.
‘This is…’
As a succubus, Ashtel was able to detect the sweet scent of a man’s arousal, which was used to increase the efficiency of their hunt.
And there was only one man in this room from whom such a scent could be emanating; the source was unmistakable.
Ashtel’s eyes flickered wildly.
‘An e-ection during confession?’
And it was Payne, known for his integrity and sincerity, who gets an e-ection by just a few racy stories?
It seemed unbelievable, but the persistent scent confirmed it.
Ashtel, flustered yet intrigued as a succubus, leaned forward and asked,
“Father, are you feeling unwell?”
“….No. Why do you ask?”
“Your voice seems to be shaking.”
That was not true. Payne had maintained a steady tone throughout their conversation.
However, after a jolting noise and noticeable embarrassment, he took a few deep breaths before responding,
“I apologize. I am not feeling well…”
“Not feeling well? Are you in pain?”
“It’s nothing to worry about. Let’s continue with the confession.”
How could they continue the confession when the scent of arousal was growing stronger?
Even after Ashtel’s remark, the sound of rustling fabric grew louder, as if Payne couldn’t sit still and was fidgeting.
For a moment, a flash passed through Ashtel’s amber eyes.
‘I want to see.’
Ashtel couldn’t understand why Payne had suddenly become aroused, but whatever the reason, it was clear he wanted to alleviate his burning desire.
Moreover, as she remained silent, Payne seemed to sense it.
“Sister?”
He hesitantly called out to her while swallowing his saliva.
Ashtel’s heart rate increased. She couldn’t hold back any longer.
“Father, you seem uncomfortable. May I come back another time?”
“Is that okay?”
“Yes, of course. I’ll come again tomorrow.”
“…I’m sorry.”
“Don’t apologize. It’s okay.”
Staying there longer wouldn’t allow her to see Payne’s aroused state anyway.
So, Ashtel decided to leave the confessional and transformed into another guise to follow him.
