Chapter 148
But as soon as he approached the door, an odd sound reached his ears.
Payne pressed his ear against the door, listening closely.
A man’s moans—somewhere between pain and sobbing—faded briefly before surging again.
“Agh! Stop! Please!”
The voice was familiar. Payne immediately recognized who it belonged to.
‘Sir Duvalkan?’
His throat bobbed once.
Regaining his composure, he slowly turned the doorknob and peeked outside.
Sure enough, Duvalkan was tightly bound to a chair by the dining table, being tortured.
“Going to talk yet?”
“Ghk—Damn it, I’ve already told you everything!”
“Don’t lie. Why would the cardinals be looking for Payne? He’s not a bishop, just a simple priest.”
“Agh—I, I don’t know either… Hahk!”
Stripped down to just his pants, his stiffened c**k was being trampled underfoot, smearing precum all over as it dripped down the shaft.
Even the most hardened knight would’ve shed tears under such treatment, yet strangely, Duvalkan wasn’t crying from his eyes—but leaking from the hole below instead.
Payne froze, unsure whether to look away or keep observing the scene.
“There’s got to be more you’re hiding. Talk, and I’ll go easy on you. Hm?”
“Do you really think I’d succumb to something as petty as a demon’s temptation?!”
“Yes.”
“Gahk—!”
He had spilled so much precum that when Ashtel lifted her foot and grabbed his shaft with both hands, it slid slickly up and down under her grip.
This was bad. He was on the verge of losing control.
He considered channeling divine energy to escape, but with Jo standing guard behind Ashtel like a knight, he couldn’t act recklessly.
‘Damn it… My energy’s draining…’
Duvalkan’s veins bulged in his neck as he let out a strained cry before tears finally spilled over.
“I really don’t know… I swear! If anything, it was so strange that I came here alone to investigate!”
“Oh?”
“Yes! So why don’t you just ask Father Payne?!”
Payne frowned at Duvalkan’s near-screamed words.
For some reason, he didn’t want to see Ashtel stroking Duvalkan’s c**k any longer and considered intervening—but he held back, listening closely to the rest.
“If it’s Father Payne… ngh, then surely he knows why the cardinals are looking for him!”
“Hmm… That’s right.”
The cardinals were searching for him?
‘…Why?’
It made sense that they’d look for a missing priest, but…
Moreover, he was a priest known for his diligence—missing a single day might go unnoticed, but if he were absent for two days straight, people would surely find it strange.
Still, she never expected the Cardinal himself to come looking for him.
Ashtel seemed to be tormenting Duvalkan sexually to extract information, but unfortunately, Duvalkan appeared clueless about the situation. And to make matters worse, even Payne didn’t seem to know the full story.
Though he had served Katzel Mediale his entire life, he had no connections—not with the Cardinal, nor with bishops or high-ranking priests.
How could anyone get close to him when he’d push them away the moment they tried?
“So, if you’d just stop this and let me go… Hah—!”
Lost in thought, Ashtel’s lewd movements gradually sped up.
Duvalkan, experiencing such m**********n for the first time, tried to hold back his climax but eventually succumbed, trembling as he e********d.
Ashtel naturally frowned at the thick, milky-white fluid dripping onto the floor.
“Who said you could come without permission?”
No matter how coldly she acted, she still looked as cute as an angry cat—though her mercilessness was undeniable.
‘How long does she plan to keep toying with him?’
Ashtel had outright stated that she wouldn’t go into heat unless it was with Payne. So, she wouldn’t actually sleep with Duvalkan… but that wasn’t entirely reassuring.
After all, she was a succubus.
Payne’s gaze unconsciously wandered over Duvalkan’s body—his firm muscles glistening with sweat and tears, his toned flesh trembling enticingly with every movement.
Anyone could see he was an undeniably attractive man.
What if Ashtel did end up sleeping with Duvalkan?
‘…Why do I even care about this?’
As his thoughts took an odd turn, the door he’d been peeking through suddenly swung open.
“…!”
A short-haired woman with an impassive expression stood there, having approached without a sound.
The moment their eyes met, Payne immediately knew—she was a demon.
Her rigid, statue-like face held no trace of human emotion.
“Sue.”
Her flat, emotionless voice called out to Ashtel.
“Your human. He’s awake.”
“Huh? Wh-what?”
Her icy expression, hardened from tormenting Duvalkan, melted away instantly.
Ashtel scrambled toward the bedroom in a fluster.
“Oh my—Payne! When did you wake up?”
“…Not long ago.”
“How’s your body? Any dizziness?”
Payne gave a slight nod.
When Ashtel noticed his gaze drifting toward the brightly lit kitchen, she tensed.
“Did… you see?”
“If you mean you torturing Sir Duvalkan—then yes.”
“Gah! I didn’t do anything with that Duval guy!”
“Duval… what?”
“Duvalkan! I didn’t do a thing with him! I was just messing with him!”
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