Chapter 153
“Hah… ngh…”
The touch was familiar, but the situation wasn’t—and that tension coiled tight in Payne’s chest.
Beneath the covers was filled with each other’s warmth, Ashtel had burrowed into his arms, her face shy as she gazed up at him, while fingers working on his lower body.
The blanket shifted with her hand movements, her slight weight pressing against his arm. Payne grimaced—then gasped sharply the moment her thumb circled his tip.
“Feels good?”
A teasing press, and the soft outer skin yielded and he felt a heat pulsing beneath. Ashtel was determined to savor this as much as possible, dragging Payne relentlessly toward the edge.
With one hand, she toyed with his slit, while her palm smoothed over the wet length. When her other hand cupped his aching sac, Payne twisted, face buried in the sheets, legs kicking like a fish electrocuted in the water.
“Payne, you’re leaking everywhere down here.”
“D-don’t—ah!—say that—!”
“And up here too.”
She licked at his tears like they were sweet nectar. He barely managed to shove her away, biting his tongue against the pleasure seeping into his very bones.
From the awkward m**********n to the clumsy seduction—it was all to keep her here. It worked too well. But the self-inflicted cost was unbearable.
Was it his plea for her touch that pleased her? Or just secretly moving under the blanket like lovers? Either way, Ashtel giggled, handling his pillar like glass.
He almost wished she’d just hurry up like before and get him off in a few rough strokes so he could collapse. Instead, he choked back moans, throat straining, veins bulging on his neck.
It seemed that all his nerves were just directed to his lower body
“S-stop—Sue, stop—ah!”
“Hmm? End it here?”
“Nn—no, not that—!”
Ashtel’s hand paused for a moment.
Normally, he’d beg for this. But now, while teetering on the climax for so long, it was uncomfortable for Payne.
That’s why his hand had shot out to Ashtel’s wrist to tell her to touch him again.
If not for his priestly pride rearing its head at the last moment, Payne might have given Ashtel the satisfaction of seeing him completely unraveled.
‘I’ve truly lost my mind.’
Payne thought, biting down hard on his lip.
The shame before God was one thing, but the unbearable heat coiling in his lower body was another entirely.
A single touch might make him c*m, yet without stimulation, his body burned on its own, leaving him lightheaded.
“Payne. Tell me what you want.”
“Ngh…”
“Do you want me to touch you?”
Logically, he should say yes. That was the whole point of this humiliating display—to keep her close. But what if he pushed her away now, like he usually would? She might actually leave.
Yet his parted lips refused to form the words.
Moments ago, he’d begged for release, but now, faced with the reality of having to do the full-blown act, his body burned while his mouth kept shut.
“Hmm? Payne. Tell me.”
“Ah—s-stop…”
“Stop?”
Teasingly, she slipped a hand under his shirt, rolling a stiffened n****e between her fingers. Payne’s head thrashed helplessly. When he instinctively bucked forward, his hips brushed against Ashtel’s soft thighs—and he jerked back.
‘Damn it.’
He couldn’t bring himself to ask for more, even though his body screamed for it.
To admit it outright would be to acknowledge the lust inside him. So he stayed silent.
Ashtel watched Payne struggle, then pressed her finger to his leaking pillar.
“If you don’t ask me to touch you. I’ll just walk away.”
Of course, the succubus saw right through him.
Not completely—but in this regard, she knew him far too well.
“W-wait—Ashtel!”
Payne grabbed her wrist in a panic. His cheeks and ears turned a shade of red like lovely ripened apples.
“What is it~?”
“Didn’t I… earlier… ask you to… help me?”
“I did. Isn’t this enough?”
A lie. It wasn’t nearly enough. He hadn’t even come once.
As his teeth worried at his lip, Ashtel traced the curve of his mouth, then slid her thumb past his lips.
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