Chapter 147
It would have been ideal to interrogate Duvalkan without revealing her identity, but that wasn’t Ashtel or Jo’s way.
‘Do I really need to hide it with Sister Jo around?’
Ashtel’s softness was only limited to Payne.
She could have tried to gently coax out information about the inner workings of the temple, but if instilling fear could get her what she needed, wouldn’t she choose the latter?
After all, she was a demon.
“Yeah, you’re right. I made Payne like that.”
“Does getting close to someone of reason make them go into heat?”
“Uh, yeah…”
“Such a wicked succubus.”
“Stop it. No swearing.”
“Ha! What kind of swearing is that?”
Duvalkan, with bumps forming on his head and crown, sighed deeply and looked up.
“So, what are you going to do, lock me up too?”
“Watch your tone.”
“Is that what you’re planning?”
“Of course, you’ll tell me everything about the temple. If you don’t, I’ll make you regret it.”
“Oh… How so?”
Duvalkan tilted his head slightly, still unaware that Ashtel and Jo were high-level succubi.
‘By tomorrow morning, half of them will come looking for me. If I just stall for time, I can survive.’
Of course, aside from that, the shock of learning that Maid Sue was a succubus hit him like a blow to the back of the head.
Duvalkan couldn’t hide the complicated emotions that darkened his face.
“It’s obvious the priests are scared.”
Ashtel, who wasn’t bothered by Duvalkan’s sense of betrayal, smoothly flew in and sat on the table, placing her foot on his thigh.
“I’m going to corrupt you.”
This was somewhat threatening.
“Ah…”
Duvalkan swallowed his breath and cast a fleeting glance at Ashtel’s adorable figure.
Her full chest, the smooth drop of her lace-trimmed mesh lingerie, and the soft white belly and fluffy bottom highlighted by her underwear… He truly couldn’t look away.
Was this what it meant to be a succubus? Even so, Ashtel’s true nature reminded him to control his patience.
‘She’s a succubus. A demon. Don’t forget.’
Her face was unrealistically beautiful, but her voice and actions were no different from Sue’s.
Perhaps because of that, she oddly felt familiar.
‘I shouldn’t feel this way.’
Ashtel, thinking Duvalkan’s lukewarm attitude was ignoring her, furrowed her brow and pressed her bare foot firmly against his thigh.
Had it been just flesh, Duvalkan wouldn’t have minded, but unfortunately, succubus eyes were unavoidable, and his hidden parts were firmly pressed underfoot.
“Ugh! Wait a minute!”
For the first time in his life, his c**k was trampled.
And by a succubus who was barely even dressed.
“If you don’t answer my questions, I’ll press harder.”
“Ngh, ahh, no… I can’t—”
“Oh, you ‘can’t’?”
Since it wasn’t Payne, there was no mercy in her teasing. Even as he was ruthlessly crushed underfoot, Duvalkan couldn’t help but notice how soft Ashtel’s sole was—and for some reason, his cheeks burned.
‘Is this the allure of a succubus?’
Wrong. Ashtel had no intention of giving him anything and pressed down on him like she was squashing a bug. But instead of shrinking, his c**k only grew harder, startling her enough to make her stop.
“Wait, Duval, you—”
“Tch, it’s Duvalkan.”
“Are you standing?”
“……”
This time, he had no response. He should have felt defeated, but strangely, there was no misery—just quiet embarrassment as he turned his head away.
“Does it feel good even when it hurts?”
“Of course not—”
He stopped.
Does it feel good when it hurts? No. It shouldn’t. But he’d never had a woman as breathtakingly beautiful as Ashtel stepping on his c**k before.
‘Maybe she used pheromones from the start?’
Right—succubi and pheromones went hand in hand. Duvalkan liked to think his tastes weren’t that twisted.
“Still saying no?”
“Ghk—!”
That was, until Ashtel pinched and twisted his n****e through his thin clothes.
In the end, Duvalkan’s c**k stood fully e***t, his breath ragged, his eyes glazed with unshed tears as he stared up at her. The demon’s triumphant grin sent a shiver down his spine as she discovered his weakness.
* * *
“Ugh…”
Dawn hadn’t yet broken, but the creeping consciousness forced Payne’s eyes open.
Fortunately, the toy stuffed in his back was gone. His naked body had been re-dressed.
‘My wrists were still bound though.’
So is his ankles, not to the bed, at least, so he could move.
‘…Where’s Ashtel?’
He hadn’t expected her to be gone when he woke. The room was pitch-black, with not a trace of any warmth, even the bathtub on the floor exactly as it was before he passed out.
‘Did she disappear with Sir Duvalkan?’
Maybe she’d left to dispose of him—the perfect crime.
“…Ashtel?”
Or maybe not.
Either way, Payne struggled against his restraints, looking around frantically.
At least the collar was off—he could probably make it out of the room.
“…Hng, ugh…”
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