Chapter 139
The first time Payne saw Sue, he thought she resembled one of the twelve angels of Katzel from the scriptures he had read as a child.
Her thick, curly hair, long lashes that cast delicate shadows over jewel-like eyes, and sugar-white skin—down to the curve of her lips that made it impossible to look away.
When she laughed, a sound like a bubbling stream, he couldn’t help but smile along with her. And when she puffed out her cheeks in frustration, he felt an instinctive urge to console her.
Simply put, she had bewitched him completely.
‘Katzel, have mercy.’
According to the teachings, outward appearance held no real significance.
What a true follower of God must cultivate was their inner self, their soul.
Especially when it came to beauty, for a woman’s allure was closely tied to lust, one of the seven deadly sins. A devout man must turn his eyes away.
And yet, throughout his time with Sue, Payne had failed to do so.
She had an undeniable ability to capture one’s gaze.
She was too pure to ignore, unashamed in her affection, and most damning of all…
He wanted her.
Every time he saw Sue, his body grew hard shamelessly. How was he supposed to remain sane?
And now was no different.
“Mm… ngh…”
The familiar shade of brown hair cascaded over his pounding heart.
Her sculpted, otherworldly beauty had softened, shifting into something human, and with the familiar maid’s dress wrapping her frame, it was easy to fall into the illusion that he had somehow returned to Medialle.
If only Ashtel hadn’t pulled the d-ldo from his butt at that exact moment.
“Ah… ngh, hngh…!”
Payne was yanked forcefully back to reality.
His dazed eyes looked at himself. His shaft twitched violently, while his loosened hole clenching and unclenching as if begging to be filled again.
He grimaced, wanting his lower half to simply disappear and looked at Ashtel with a frown.
But when he lifted his gaze, Ashtel was staring at him while stroking his cheek before murmuring softly,
“Payne, I’m not wearing anything underneath.”
His eyes involuntarily flicked down to her chest and hips.
As if to confirm her words, the faint outline of hardened n*****s was visible through the thin fabric of her dress.
‘Damn it. Damn it all.’
Payne squeezed his eyes shut and turned his head away. He should not look.
Not when she was tempting him while wearing Sue’s face. He would surely lose himself again.
But Payne’s resolve wavered.
Ashtel slowly lowered him from the air, until his back touched the soft grass beneath them. And then, before he could even react, she straddled him, lifting her skirt.
The glistening folds, wet with the sweet juices, were now fully exposed to him. He couldn’t stop himself from staring into the darkness beneath her lifted skirt, as if entranced.
“Want to taste?”
No.
He answered silently in his mind, but as the soft, fragrant flesh lowered toward him, Payne felt his rationality begin to dissolve.
This wasn’t right. It couldn’t be right. He had to stop—he had to stop, but…
“Ah… ngh, Payne…!”
Maybe the first thing that had drawn him to Sue was her scent.
Now he knew it was the natural scent of a succubus, but back then, she had smelled unbearably sweet, like honey smeared over warm skin. It had driven him to madness.
He had wanted to pinch his nose shut, to block it out, but doing so would have only made Sue self-conscious. So he endured it.
He never wanted to be rude to her.
All of it had been pointless.
Now, Payne clenched his fists and gave in, licking at the soft heat pressed against his lips. He couldn’t resist this wretched temptation.
How was he supposed to ignore Sue’s wetness? How was he supposed to overcome the insatiable hunger gnawing at his mind?
And she tasted good.
The scent he had once tried to reject now overwhelmed him, and the thick nectar coating his tongue was as addicting as a d**g.
Payne was sinking, spiraling.
No, perhaps he had never possessed any self-restraint to begin with. Otherwise, the moment Ashtel lifted her skirt and lowered herself onto his face, he wouldn’t have immediately started lapping at her like a starving animal.
“Ah—!”
Her moans echoed sweetly through the empty forest.
Payne’s tongue moved and circled around her entrance The more he touched her, the more honey dripped from her.
Like a bear pawing at a beehive, he coaxed out an even thicker flood of juices. The pouring liquid made him furrow his brows and gasping for air.
“Haa…!”
Ashtel trembled violently above him, reaching a small climax.
‘That was fast…’
The climax was quick. Of course, it was.
How could she hold back when Payne, the man she adored, was sucking her?
Ashtel pulled away slowly and settled on Payne’s lap.
Payne’s face—messy with her fluids—was finally revealed beneath the sunlight filtering.
His eyes were glazed, his lips shiny, and his head instinctively tilted toward Ashtel.
The moment she lined herself up against his length, Payne came to his senses.
“Ah…!”
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