Chapter 132
It’s not the first time she has touched him there, so this much should be fine.
With that reasoning, she continued to trace teasing circles around the tightly closed entrance, her touch hovering just at the edge without pressing in.
Her fingers brushed over the sensitive ridges, and Payne’s protests turned into trembling whimpers. He never imagined he could feel so many emotions all at once in his life.
“Ah, no, stop… please… ah!”
Since being abandoned in Medialle as a child, he had devoted his entire life to service.
“Payne, it’s twitching.”
“Ugh, ngh, ahhh!”
Waking at dawn for prayers, listening to confessions, and repenting alongside others—he had led a life of solemn devotion.
A barren existence, but one without cracks, a gray life that was neither abundant nor lacking. He had believed there would never be such division, such pain, or such electrifying moments.
“Ahh… nghhh!”
But in Payne’s parched world, Ashtel brought forth a vivid rainbow, pouring down like a torrential storm.
The overwhelming light consumed him like a flood, staining him with colors he didn’t know existed and clouding his vision.
Caught in the blinding world, Payne’s body trembled, and he released once again.
This time, instead of thick fluid, something clear spilled forth. Ashtel immediately pulled back, letting his member slip from her mouth, and looked at the trembling man before her.
‘I didn’t intend to take it this far…’
Payne, who had been gasping and shuddering with his back arched, finally collapsed limply. He glanced down at himself while panting.
The bed was soaked with fluids, Ashtel’s white blouse was damp and clinging to her skin, and his still twitching member dripped clear liquid like a broken faucet.
He let his head fall back in exhaustion.
Then, without warning, he lost consciousness.
“Payne?”
Ashtel called out, puzzled, but he didn’t respond.
Only then did she remember something—Payne tended to pass out from sheer satisfaction when pushed to his limits.
“…So it worked?”
Moablon’s advice: make the male feel good with s*x.
Whether it had mentally rejuvenated him was unclear, but it was undeniable that he felt good—after all, he had passed out from sheer bliss.
‘He’ll be fine, right?’
Ashtel smiled, deciding to have confidence in herself.
She realized she had been hesitating far too much when it came to physical contact.
‘I kept holding back, thinking Payne wouldn’t want this.’
But if he didn’t resist and genuinely felt good, like today… wouldn’t it be okay?
Her smile deepened with satisfaction.
“And I need to replenish my energy too.”
While using the gauze to tease him had been satisfying, she regretted not directly absorbing his essence. Physical contact was much more effective for harvesting energy.
‘What should I try tomorrow?’
Ashtel pondered in true succubus fashion as she stood up.
* * *
When Payne woke up again, it was early morning.
“Good morning, Payne.”
Ashtel, still maintaining her demonic form with only her horns and wings hidden, entered the room carrying breakfast, as though she had been waiting for him to wake up.
“…”
Payne glared at her, clearly wanting to say something, but as memories of everything that had happened the day before flooded back, his expression darkened, and he lowered his head in shame.
Even calling it ‘madness’ didn’t feel adequate anymore.
How many times had he collapsed because of his damned lower half that refused to obey him?
Wondering if this was another side effect of the pheromone sensitivity or something similar, he had asked Ashtel, who had nonchalantly replied:
“Ah, yes. It seems like you pass out whenever you hit an incredible climax.”
An incredible climax? Payne had barely resisted the urge to slam his head into the wall after hearing those words.
Ashtel had tried to comfort him, saying it was just a theory and he shouldn’t be so embarrassed, but the fact that she felt the need to console him at all was enough to make him want to vanish into thin air.
In a daze, he had finished his meal, not even registering whether the soup went into his mouth or his nose.
And just as he thought he could have a moment of peace, Ashtel reappeared, holding a blindfold.
Of course, it was one of the items she had purchased alongside the cursed velvet leash she had brought last time.
“Hey, Payne. How about we try a different game this time?”
This time, she specifically called it a ‘game,’ her cheeks blushing shyly as she spoke.
Payne couldn’t deny her radiant beauty—she was as breathtaking as a flower blooming under the morning sun—but his face paled as he realized what she had in mind.
Yesterday was bad enough. If today went the same way…
‘Could it be… she’s planning to torment me like this every day?’
Succubi relied on men’s energy as their main sustenance.
While extracting essence wasn’t directly harmful to one’s life, overdoing it could weaken the victim significantly.
There was a reason so many men ensnared by succubi ended up dead.
“Don’t worry. I won’t make you c-m endlessly like yesterday.”
But saying it like that only confirmed the opposite, didn’t it?
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