The Priest’s Fall Into Lustful Heat - Chapter 135

In the end, the noble priest of Katzel Medialle found himself completely stripped bare in the middle of an empty forest, not a thread of clothing left to cover him.

The sharp breeze hit him head-on, amplifying the shame.

“Are you cold?”

“…Just get it over with.”

It wasn’t cold—summer was approaching—but he wanted nothing more than to escape this humiliating situation as quickly as possible.

Unaware that his words sounded like a plea for Ashtel to make him c-m faster, Payne bit his lip. Finally, Ashtel’s delicate hand, light as a tender leaf, rested on his bare skin.

“….”

Though he had braced himself, the heightened sensitivity on his body with his vision obscured was more than he expected.

Even the soft glide of a single fingertip from his shoulder downward made goosebumps rise in waves.

Payne swallowed hard and instinctively turned his head, even though he knew Ashtel couldn’t see his eyes. He didn’t want her to notice how shaken he was.

“Hey, Payne. Do you know that when you feel something, you bite your lip a lot?”

“…I know.”

“What if you hurt your lip?”

“I’ll be fine.”

“Do you want to bite this instead?”

Now she wanted to silence even his mouth.

Payne’s hidden eyes darted nervously under the blindfold. When something brushed against his lips, he twisted his face away.

“What is thi—”

Before he could finish, an unfamiliar piece of fabric slipped into his mouth.

“Bite down on it. If you spit it out, I’ll have to punish you.”

Her words were so unexpected that they left him dumbfounded.

‘Punish me?’

She was a succubus who fretted over even the slightest injury of his—what kind of punishment could she possibly give?

Or was this just another part of her ‘game’?

‘Hey, Payne. Want to play a different game with me?’

She had said that before they left the cabin.

He didn’t know much about cursed pleasures, but he was aware that worldly people often role-played while indulging in debauchery.

Before he could even process what was happening, the wet fabric soaked in his saliva filled his mouth, and the sensation of her hand exploring his chest made a low groan escape his lips.

“Now that I think about it, I’ve never really played with this area properly, have I?”

“Ngh…”

“Don’t worry. I won’t hurt you.”

‘I’m not like Sis Moablon.’

Ashtel said this softly, carefully sticking out her tongue.

‘But Sis’s suggestions are surprisingly fun.’

The thing that silenced Payne’s sharp tongue was none other than Ashtel’s undergarments.

Unaware of the full situation, Payne panted heavily, biting down on the unfamiliar cloth stuffed in his mouth.

When Ashtel’s lips latched onto his flushed ar-ola, he shuddered violently and instinctively tried to step back. But after only a few steps, his back hit a tree, stopping him in his tracks.

“Payne… did you know? When you’re aroused, your n*****s stand up just like your p***s.”

He knew. When exposed to cold or stimulation, wasn’t it natural for n*****s to harden?

Payne focused all his energy on controlling his breathing, ignoring Ashtel’s teasing words.

“Look, they’re already this stiff.”

Her small finger gently flicked his n****e sending an undeniable heat spreading from his chest.

“If you pinch them with something like tweezers…”

“Ah, mm! Ngh!”

“It supposedly makes them even more sensitive.”

Ashtel tugged lightly, switching from flicking with her finger to pulling with her thumb and forefinger. The faint pain mixed with a sharp bolt of pleasure that shot through Payne’s body.

He was dizzy and overwhelmed, he couldn’t even comprehend the words she muttered next. Instead, he was drowning in waves of sensation, shaking his head to dispel the mounting heat.

“It might hurt a bit, but bear with it—I’ll make it feel good.”

With that, she pulled out a silver pin adorned with a small, round gemstone from her pocket.

While Payne panted and struggled to suppress his e–ction, unable to see what was happening, Ashtel quickly clipped the pin onto his sensitive n****e.

“…!”

No scream escaped his lips.

Instead, Payne jolted violently, spitting out the cloth he had been biting—Ashtel’s undergarment—and yelled in frustration.

“What are you—what did you just do?!”

“Oh, you spat it out.”

“Take this off immediately!”

“No. You’ll have to keep it on while we’re in the forest.”

Ignoring his protests, she attached another pin to his other n****e.

Payne trembled uncontrollably, repeatedly lowering his head as if trying to see what she had done to him, though his vision was obscured.

“Ashtel!”

The priest finally shouted the succubus’s name, his voice almost a scream, unaware that this was only the beginning. And yet, his c**k stood e-ect.

* * *

Through this series of events, Ashtel realized something important—Payne was especially vulnerable to pleasure.

Of course, she had already known he was sensitive, given his prolonged rut triggered by excessive pheromone reactions. But this was different—this weakness was tied to emotional shock.

Since being trapped in the cabin, Payne had been consumed by despair.

Being captured by Ashtel, cursed, and forced to endure a body that no longer obeyed his will.