The Priest’s Fall Into Lustful Heat - Chapter 107

Liz Asti. The sixth fruit of the Asti tree.

Like her other sisters, she was born without any deficiencies, but she had one flaw: a lack of ability.

Her eldest sister, Sermedes, could wield electricity; her second sister, Juvia, had the power of dreams; her third sister, Moablon, could change her age; and from Carmen to Matys and Hela, they all possessed incredible abilities like high intelligence and muscle enhancement, as well as monster manipulation.

However, Liz had been born with an ability that was neither boastful nor particularly useful.

It was telekinesis, but with a weight limit that matched her strength.

For example, if lifting a light piece of wood was her limit, she could not lift anything heavier than that with her telekinesis.

Moreover, as she approached her limit, it would physically hurt, making her breathless and causing her body to tremble.

With such limitations, it was hard to see how she could be of any use.

‘And I hate exercise more than anything in the world!’

To develop her abilities, she would need to build strength, but for Liz, whose primary life goal was to live lazily, that was out of the question.

Sweating profusely and torturing herself unnecessarily were things that Matys might enjoy, but for her, they were things she absolutely did not want to do.

So what happened? In the end, she had no choice but to live like a mid-level or low-level succubus, with no real abilities.

Every time she saw her younger sisters, each with their own unique powers, Liz’s heart ached. Not only that, but her pride was also hurt.

If only I had a power like that, I could use it well!

I could do well too!

The culmination of her feelings came when Ashtel was born.

With her unique ability of transformation, Ashtel could change into various forms from a young age.

She transformed into cute animals to charm others and into handsome men to entertain her sisters.

Everyone would clap and cheer for the youngest’s antics, but Liz did not join in. She was envious of Ashtel’s abilities.

‘…What am I, jealous of a child? I should stop.’

Of course, she was old enough not to show her gloom to her only younger sister, but everyone already knew about Liz’s rotting insides—except for the newly born Ashtel.

And so trouble arose.

“Big Sis… that human… can’t you give him to me?”

Occasionally, high-ranking succubi would allow a hungry low-ranking succubus to share their prey. This was a common occurrence even among sisters.

On days when the fully grown but still inexperienced Ashtel couldn’t hunt properly, they would take turns giving her a human man.

That day was no exception, as Hela was about to offer Ashtel a male elf. However, having had her fill, Ashtel, who was tired of elves, requested a different one from Liz.

The problem was that the human Ashtel pointed out was exactly Liz’s type.

Liz naturally shook her head in refusal.

“Hmm, really? Then what about that one next to him?”

Ashtel readily agreed. As Liz selected another man with a similar vibe, she felt the familiar discomfort rising within her again.

And she realized something: she had never given prey to Ashtel before, nor did she want to in the future.

Liz knew that Ashtel’s taste was just like her own.

Though her hunting skills were superior now, she was aware that in just thirty years, Ashtel would learn the art of transformation and take a man of her choosing.

After all, eventually, Ashtel would possess strong abilities too.

Why should I have to give in?

“Well… I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

Succubi do not share their prey. They do not concede.

Exceptions are rare and usually only occur out of a slight sense of compassion.

Liz felt no compassion; she was too busy feeling sorry for herself to have the luxury of caring for others.

If they were human, it would be a significant flaw, but they were demons. It was only natural to make choices for oneself.

So the sisters respected Liz. It made sense that she wouldn’t want to pass on her prey.

However, as time passed and Ashtel grew stronger, mastering the art of transformation, there was a moment when Liz once seized Ashtel’s prey.

“Are you crazy, Big Sis?”

That was Ashtel’s reaction.

Liz recalled the trembling figure of Ashtel, with her black horns sprouting.

Despite the deep-rooted affection she had developed for her sister over the years, she could not erase the lingering feelings of inferiority within herself.