Chapter 121
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- The Priest’s Peak
She knew.
For some reason, a wave of heat rushed over him, turning his face a soft pink.
Determined to firmly reject her advances, Payne grabbed Ashtel’s shoulders.
But she, as naturally as breathing, took hold of Payne’s hand and guided it to her waist.
“Mm…”
And without permission, she delved deeper.
Payne froze, his body stiff, as Ashtel swirled her way into his mouth.
“Hnn, what are you—mm…”
He tried pulling his head back, but her delicate hands, gripping his arm like chains, held him firmly in place.
With his spinning vision, he shut his eyes tight.
Blocking out his sight only heightened his awareness of the soft, warm intrusion exploring him.
‘Damn it…’
He knew full well this was the succubus’s charm at work—an effort to drain his soul. She wanted to touch his p–is, just like before.
Unwilling to succumb to her intentions, he gripped the fabric of her dress tightly, enduring the moment and praying for it to pass.
“Payne…”
But the way her warm tongue gently traced the roof of his mouth, the tentative flicks as if shyly testing his response, and her playful licks before venturing further—these left his mind blank and disoriented.
Yes, he was the Iron-wall Priest Payne, known for his unyielding. Yet, this was the first kiss he’d ever experienced while in full control of his mind.
Think about it.
Every affair he’d shared with Ashtel until now had been when his mind was lost to the frenzy of his lust.
The countless exchanges of touch and connection during those times had long faded from memory—or rather, he had put immense effort into erasing them.
But now, this sudden kiss, as lovers would share….
“Hnngh… ah…”
Payne felt the blood that had rushed to his face swiftly draining elsewhere.
Frantically, he shifted his legs and tried to steady his breath to avoid panting aloud.
Yet, as this was his first kiss in a sober mind, his breathing grew increasingly ragged. Ashtel seemed to notice. With one final sweep inside, she pulled back with a soft smack.
Like someone emerging from underwater, Payne gasped for air.
“Are you okay?”
Ashtel gently swept aside Payne’s messy, ash-colored hair and looked at him affectionately. The moment their eyes met, Payne quickly turned his head, covering his mouth.
There was still a trace of Ashtel’s saliva on his lips, and inside, it felt as though her marks had completely filled him.
He could feel her presence even though she had pulled away. It was as though the sensation lingered, filling him completely.
Ashtel tilted her head, noticing the change in Payne’s expression.
“Payne, are you hurt anywhere?”
“…No.”
“That’s a relief. I just removed the demon energy from your body.”
“Demon energy?”
Wait, so that kiss wasn’t just a kiss?
As Payne frowned, Ashtel, with a slight droop of her shoulders, began explaining.
“Well, after you collapsed, I found out there was a curse on you. I came back to the human world to remove the curse first, and then I planned to erase your memories.”
“A curse? Did you cast it?”
“No, no! It couldn’t have been me!”
Could it have been Ashtel’s sisters then?
Payne raised an eyebrow, puzzled, and Ashtel, realizing his thoughts, shook her head vigorously.
“It’s not a demon’s curse. It was cast by a human.”
At this unexpected revelation, Payne’s heart dropped.
“…A human?”
“Yes. According to Sis Juvia, it’s a very old curse. Payne, do you know who might have cast it?”
Ashtel wondered if the person who had cursed him might be someone Payne knew, someone with that much resentment.
But Payne remained silent.
His face, now completely drained of color, slowly turned away, and he clenched his jaw tightly, his body stiff as a statue.
“Payne?”
“…I don’t know.”
“Really?”
“Yes. Does it matter?”
“Well, no. I’m just angry that someone did this to you.”
Ashtel then explained how dangerous this curse was and how it had been causing Payne’s torment. She told him that it attracts demons and can cause corruption. She also mentioned that he had already begun to show signs of corruption.
With each word, Payne’s head sank lower and lower.
His breathing stopped, and he was as still as a doll with its strings cut. Ashtel asked carefully.
“Payne, are you okay? Was it too much for you?”
“…No. I had a feeling it might have been something like this.”
“What? Really?”
Ashtel was confused—how could he have suspected it but still not know who cast the curse?
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