Chapter 160
After a few seconds passed and silence settled in, Ashtel planted a gentle kiss on his shoulder blades.
“Well done, Payne.”
With her soft praise, Payne quietly fainted.
He had no strength left to continue this overwhelming encounter.
* * *
‘Am I going to die from overexertion?’
And just like Payne, there was another man being thoroughly tormented.
“Ugh, hng, ahng!”
It was Duvalkan, who had been entrusted to Jo and sent to the demon realm.
“Kuut, ah, ugh!”
“Quite the noisy moan. Seems more like your style?”
“Agreed.”
Opening the gates to the demon realm and passing through the eerie forest was manageable.
Though there was no real trust, Ashtel had insisted on it, so he believed Jo would keep his life intact. Plus, with the divine power given by Payne, he thought he could survive and escape.
But he hadn’t expected this situation.
“Look at those twitching muscles… Where did Sue find someone like this?”
“A paladin.”
“I know that. From Medialle, right? Is this what those knights are like there?”
“Succubus. Death.”
“Tch.”
Duvalkan was currently tightly bound by tentacle-like demons controlled by Hela.
His legs were spread wide and flipped upside down, his mouth and lips taken over by writhing tentacles.
“Hng, damn it…”
When he was first transferred to this demon called Hela, he had been nervous, thinking his memory would soon be erased. But she had grabbed his chin, examined him, and asked Jo if it was okay to toy with him a bit because he was ‘her type’.
Duvalkan, not understanding at first, later realized these were succubi.
“Ugh, sob, kugh!”
“What now? Did you come again?”
“Premature.”
“It’s not!”
He could tolerate many things but hated that accusation the most.
Spitting out the tentacles filling his mouth, he growled back, biting at them.
Of course, under Jo’s fierce glare, he obediently bit back down, but mentally, he was nearing his breaking point.
Since being moved to Hela’s care, while crossing strange cliffs and demonic domains, he was wrapped and restrained by tentacles as ‘protection.’
Teased this way and that at her whim, eventually even having his rear penetrated.
It was just like when Ashtel stepped on his member. He must have some masochistic tendencies. Otherwise, why else would his shaft rise again despite such torment?
Duvalkan blamed his unruly body and tightly shut his eyes to avoid looking at Hela, who was watching him with a licking gaze.
“Ugh, uh. Hngh.”
He felt like he might die from a heart attack at any moment.
After yet another round of climax—how many had there been now?—the tentacles clung to his member, diligently sucking out every last drop of s***n.
They crawled into his ur-thra, sucking the remaining fluids clean as if hunting, then nibbled on his limp shaft as if begging for more.
Damn it. Duvalkan groaned in pain, unable to move his arms or one of his legs, while drenched in cold sweat.
Honestly, unlike other priests, he lacked the obsession with keeping his body pure.
If you liked someone, sharing a kiss and deepening feelings to intimacy was natural in this world.
But he never imagined surrendering his member and rear to a creature that was neither human nor beast…in such a degrading position.
At first, the writhing tentacles melted away his shirt—Hela praised him, saying it was better if he wore no clothes—then rubbed his member e***t—Jo urged him to make it bigger—and finally flipped his body completely, exposing his backside.
This was the end. Even if his memories were erased, the shame and burning misery of this moment would remain deep inside.
Memories might live in the brain, but feelings linger in the heart.
Eventually, Duvalkan emptied the rest of his s***n, then collapsed weakly. He no longer had the strength to resist or even stay conscious—he wanted to faint.
Then Hela suddenly stopped and motioned for the tentacles to retreat.
Naturally, Duvalkan fell down hard, instantly coming to his senses.
“Wh-what, what is…?”
Rubbing the aching back of his head, he lifted it to see a short girl standing before him.
Clearing his blurred vision and squinting, he recognized the familiar face.
“…Moa?”
“Long time no see, Brother Knight.”
He wasn’t glad to see a familiar face; he realized she was also a succubus.
“Thanks for the delicious food last time. This time, I want to repay you…”
“Ah, ahaha. No, that’s not necessary.”
“Why not? It’d be nice to accept.”
With a snap of Moa’s fingers, a body that couldn’t have even reached Duvalkan’s waist suddenly grew rapidly.
Duvalkan’s already awkward smile stiffened even more.
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