Chapter 175
Before Payne could even gather his thoughts, unknown women entered and surrounded him.
“Wh-what are you trying to do…?”
The heat boiling up to his head and the lust igniting his lower body made Payne struggle to push them away with all his strength.
But there was no room to play tag in the cramped stable.
Eventually, he was caught by a merchant’s staff and the oldest woman began stripping off his shirt.
“Stop! Please stop!”
Payne’s complexion turned pale.
Though his feverish, flushed look remained, he had turned so pale it was worrying. Yet the women acted as if nothing was wrong, pulling off his top and touching his lower clothes.
They only stopped when they noticed the red marks covering Payne’s chest down to his belly.
“Master, shall we cover these?”
“Tch, yes. They’re filthy, sticking like that. With a demon and all…”
When showing off a well-kept slave, cleanliness was important.
A freshly prepared feast always beats leftovers.
So someone started covering Payne with powder brought in.
“Ugh, ack…!”
Though he was no longer being stripped bare, having his body dusted with fluffy cotton balls was hardly better.
Payne shook his shoulders and tried to turn away, resisting.
But rough hands forced him back onto the floor where he had to endure the tickling touches.
From chest to lower belly, the cute bite marks left by Ashtel began to whiten.
“Sniff, huh, stop, ah!”
Normally, such sensations would just be ticklish and not much more, but this time was different.
Payne had been aroused even before he fainted.
It had been quite a while since leaving the cabin and Ashtel’s care, so he figured the time had come.
But here, in front of strangers, cruel merchants who might even harm him, like this…
“Damn…”
The red marks faded to white.
At the same time, the front of Payne’s pants stretched tight.
His already e***t member began bobbing lightly due to the soft, fluffy cotton.
Payne groaned and twisted his neck, longing to break free of the ropes and touch himself.
Though Ashtel had tormented him with gauze and hands before, this was the first time so many stimuli had overwhelmed him simultaneously.
And these were women he didn’t know. Panting, Payne’s face contorted in self-loathing and shame as if about to drown.
His expression was so provocative that even the women idly brushing over him mischievously began to tease his n*****s.
“Ha!”
The reaction was immediate. Payne bit his lip in surprise at his own outburst.
But when the giggling young women, pretending by accident, rubbed his areolas with the cotton balls, suppressed sighs escaped in chunks.
Payne’s face darkened to a deep crimson.
The terrible rut made it impossible to shut down his senses.
“Oh my, feeling it with your chest? You’ve really become a female.”
At that moment, one merchant, not wanting to hear a man’s moans, left the stable abruptly.
“Get him dressed. If there are hand marks on his body, I swear I’ll kill you.”
Other merchants also cleared the area, leaving only Payne and the maids behind.
Only then did they start speaking, gently stroking Payne.
“I’ve never seen such a pretty man.”
“Shh, be careful not to lose your heart. He’s a priest bewitched by a demon.”
“Wasn’t he the priest who made a pact with a demon?”
“I don’t know. But definitely connected to a succubus.”
Though afraid of their master, they didn’t immediately touch him, but their hands continued to tickle his sides and armpits unnoticed.
Payne groaned, struggling to suppress his e******n.
But even that effort collapsed when an old maid clicked her tongue at his dampened pants.
“He needs a change of clothes.”
“Oh, yes.”
“Take off his lower garments.”
The powdering continued.
Payne’s underwear, soaked with fluids, was peeled off, exposing him fully again.
He struggled and showed his resistance.
But as his shoulders were pressed down firmly and his head grabbed, the maid’s gesture pulled his underwear sharply down past his hips, cutting off his breath.
“Wow, as thick as a person’s arm.”
If not for the teasing comment, he might have lost consciousness then and there.
“Hmph, please, stop, stop! Let me go!”
“Ugh!”
“Oh my.”
As he moved his hips, his large member bounced left and right, flaunting its obscene figure.
The maids blushed secretly, looked around to check no one was watching, and finally poked a finger at the tip in marvel.
“Really wet.”
“Is it okay for a priest to be like this?”
“Don’t touch too much. We have to sell him.”
They completely ignored Payne’s protests.
Awkward, lingering touches continued. The fact that women other than Ashtel were touching his member shattered Payne’s mind.
“Ugh, uh, ha, sniff.”
Heavy breaths filled the stable as Payne rolled over, covering himself.
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