Chapter 152
Now, as the shape of the Big Dipper was briefly etched onto his scalp, Payne managed to stagger to his feet in the meantime and injected a refined amount of divine power into Duvalkan’s body.
“Oh.”
Duvalkan exclaimed briefly.
He had heard the rumors about Payne’s divine power.
It was said to be of such magnitude that it surpassed even a bishop’s, with purity rivaling that of any cardinal.
It seemed the rumors were true.
‘With such divine power, why hasn’t he been promoted?’
He could easily become a high-ranking priest, and even with just physical training, he could probably become a knight.
It was clear from just a glance that Payne’s body was incredibly solid.
If he focused a little more on building muscle and swordsmanship, he’d quickly become a lower-tier knight.
“Uh-oh, Duval, your gaze is… creepy.”
“What… ugh! I haven’t said anything yet!”
“Paladin. Mouth. Free-spirited.”
In any case, it seemed like the urgent matters had been taken care of.
Payne and Duvalkan shared a brief look before realizing it was time to part ways, and their conversation came to an end.
It was Payne who moved first.
He reached out to Ashtel with a gruff tone and said,
“Help me up.”
Naturally, Ashtel’s face brightened at his request.
“Okay!”
She nodded enthusiastically and helped Payne to his feet.
She also didn’t forget to shoot Duvalkan a mischievous, jealous glance.
Duvalkan lowered his head with an expression caught between wanting to laugh or cry.
* * *
“Well then. See you next time, Sue.”
“Yeah. Thanks for coming, sis!”
“Of course.”
With Duvalkan tightly bound in thick ropes and slung over her shoulder, Jo walked off, unfazed by whatever Duvalkan had to say.
As the two of them walked farther away, Ashtel sighed lightly and went inside the house.
It was already 2 AM. Because of Duvalkan, Payne had missed his usual sleep time.
‘He must be so tired, but…’
Unfortunately, it seemed there wouldn’t be time to let him rest.
She needed to leave the capital immediately.
“Payne, sorry, but the luggage—huh?”
As she swung the bedroom door open, she found Payne groaning under the covers.
“Payne!”
Worried he might be hurt, Ashtel rushed over, but thankfully, it didn’t seem to be the case.
“Ugh, Sue.”
“What’s going on…?”
As she carefully pulled back the blanket, she saw messy ash-gray hair, lips tightly pressed together, and a red neck. Ashtel swallowed.
“Are you… standing?”
Instead of answering, Payne turned his face away, clearly embarrassed.
‘Wait, I didn’t do anything!’
Why now, of all times? With the knights potentially arriving tomorrow, she needed to pack and plan her escape from the capital as soon as possible.
“Let me check. You feel feverish.”
But of course, Payne had to go into heat now.
Ashtel sat on the bed and slid her hand beneath the blankets. Normally, he would have pushed her away immediately—yet today, for some reason, he quietly accepted her touch.
“It’s not because of Duval, is it?”
“Tch, don’t talk nonsense—”
“Just checking.”
Why did Duvalkan’s name have to come up now?
Even the briefest memory of earlier events could kill his e******n.
‘I just need to hold out tonight.’
Truthfully, this heat wasn’t accidental—it was a calculated choice.
The moment Ashtel left to see Jo off, Payne had wrestled with himself and pulled down his pants and did something he’d never done before—m**********g without any external temptation.
The first touch was so awkward he nearly stopped right then.
Betraying Katzel’s teachings just to return to Mediale—it was a cruel dilemma. But Payne bit his lip and slowly stroked himself.
Getting hard wasn’t difficult. Burying his face in the pillow, inhaling Ashtel’s scent, his body responded almost instantly. The shame of it made him want to hang himself, yet he forced himself to continue.
By the time Ashtel returned, he was looking like a perfectly willing prey.
‘I have to keep her here.’
Fortunately, he knew exactly how to hold her attention.
There was only one thing she truly cared about.
Payne—the doomed priest who had monopolized a succubus’s love.
“…Sue. Please, let go of this.”
If he reached out like this, she wouldn’t refuse.
“P-Payne…”
And just as predicted, the great temptress Ashtel couldn’t resist the priest’s temptation and slipped under the covers.
Before long, soft moans spilled from Payne’s lips as he surrendered to pleasure.
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