Chapter 126
As a priest, he was breaking one rule after another, leaving him no choice but to criticize himself. Without a whip in sight, there was no way to punish his sins.
Payne considered fasting as a form of penance. Since Ashtel was a demon, she couldn’t possibly provide genuine sacred items, like a cross inscribed with Katzel’s emblem or proper prayer texts. Fasting seemed like a viable alternative to show his devotion to Katzel.
‘If I refuse to eat, I’ll have fewer reasons to interact with her.’
Ashtel diligently brought him meals morning, noon, and night, like feeding a pet. Where she learned about human nutrition, but she presented her concoctions with pride, claiming they were packed with nutrients.
The taste wasn’t bad, but enduring it meal after meal? That was another matter….
“Payne, this is great for stamina!”
Stamina? That was precisely the last thing he needed. But Payne couldn’t bring himself to say it.
“Payne, come here. It’s standing up again.”
It was already that time. Payne, sitting on the edge of the bed, exhaled slowly.
“…Is the demonic energy manifesting again?”
“Yes.”
Several times a day, Payne expelled demonic energy. According to Ashtel, the curse was embedded deep within his body, and the purification process caused the demonic energy and toxins to mix, forcing them out through his body’s ‘openings.’
Thankfully, the main “opening” was his throat. But that presented its own set of problems.
“Payne, you seem tense every time. Are you nervous?”
“I’m not nervous.”
Lies. Ashtel smirked softly and climbed onto Payne’s lap. As expected, he averted his gaze immediately, turning his head to avoid looking at her.
‘He’s always like this.’
Ashtel gently cupped his chin in her hands and turned his face back toward hers. Payne’s dark eyes, for a fleeting moment, darted down to her waist and chest before quickly rising to meet her innocent gaze. Then, as if burned, he squeezed his eyes shut.
How could she not find him adorable?
“Alright, I’ll start.”
The first few times, she’d kissed him without warning. For Ashtel, a succubus, kissing was merely a warm-up, an appetizer before the main event. It was light, casual, and a good way to set the mood.
But Payne seemed to think otherwise.
“…Ugh.”
Unlike the times when she’d performed more explicit acts, the moment their lips met, Payne stiffened, blushed furiously, and shyly tensed up.
It was as if the simple act of their lips touching overwhelmed him far more than anything else.
Slowly, as her tongue brushed against the rough surface of his lips and warmed with his damp breaths, she slipped inside. He reacted like a bewildered child, instinctively flattening his tongue and retreating deeper into his mouth.
Ashtel playfully scraped against his tongue, drawing out the demonic energy as she tilted her head, letting their kiss linger with wet, unrestrained sounds.
The longer she kissed him, the more fervent his lower body’s responses became. As their lips met, it felt as though Payne’s mind began to dissolve, leaving him dazed, his body instinctively trembling, struggling to keep up with Ashtel’s tongue movements.
What should have been just an effort to breathe turned into a sensuous struggle, with Ashtel caressing him continuously. It was no wonder Payne hated these sessions the most.
He had tried hiding the signs of the demonic energy’s release, enduring until snake-like marks covered his body before finally confessing.
That was why Ashtel had enchanted him with a spell, guided by Carmen’s advice, to detect the demonic energy even from a distance.
“I don’t like relying on magic.”
But if she didn’t, Payne might get re-infected by the demonic energy.
Her thoughts lingered, and the kiss dragged on. Eventually, Payne pushed her away, gasping for air.
His ragged breathing was mixed with a string of saliva. Payne hastily wiped his mouth. He looked at Ashtel with a confused face. Maybe this is something he doesn’t even know.
Every time he kissed, he would make a distressing expression like ‘I liked it so much, but I couldn’t say it was good.’
“Sorry, Payne. That was a bit long, wasn’t it?”
“…..It’s fine.”
Pretending that everything was okay, he quickly changed his expression and urged her to come down quickly. Then Ashtel gently pulled her hips off Payne’s lap.
“Oh.”
And not only Payne but also Ashtel stared at his center, at the traces of the rut that remained clear.
Payne hurriedly pulled the blanket and covered it underneath, but he had to cover his red skin from the neck to cover it.
“I want to be alone.”
“Uh. I understand.”
But Ashtel did not touch Payne. No, it would be right that she doesn’t have to touch it.
Since Payne has come to this cabin with Ashtel, he has begun to take care of it alone.
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