Chapter 183
‘Delicious.’
She was overwhelmingly happy.
Payne’s essence always tasted sweet, no matter how many times he drank it.
As Ashtel stirred deeply inside his mouth, her fingers suddenly touched something.
Slowly opening her eyes, she saw tears streaming down Payne’s cheek.
Payne was crying too.
“Crying again?”
He really was a man full of fluids. Both top and bottom.
She had thought he shed tears out of physiological response, feeling deeply like herself, but Payne’s expression was troubled.
Ashtel’s own face gradually hardened. She wiped Payne’s cheek and asked,
“Payne, what’s wrong? Is your condition worse?”
If so, that would be terrible. Though the heat had been calmed for now, the curse-induced symptoms remained unresolved.
If indulging his carnal desires had been the wrong choice…
“You…”
Payne spoke.
His voice was hoarse from all the moaning.
“Because you wanted me…”
His words trailed, then took shape as he revealed a thorny truth to Ashtel.
“I have fallen.”
“Payne.”
“Why me?”
“Wait, Payne.”
He had asked the same question before.
And then Ashtel had said this:
“I’m sorry.”
Because she loved him.
Because Ashtel loved Payne, his rut came, his life was endangered, and he was driven from the temple.
She deeply regretted it and was doing everything she could to restore him to his true self. That struggle was ongoing.
“I won’t let you suffer like this again.”
She didn’t know what the kidnappers—commoners, not holy knights—planned for Payne, but she intended to prevent such things from happening again.
She planned to take Payne out of Singria and release him in a quiet village.
“You know, I heard Duke Panchest…”
“…You don’t know.”
“What?”
“You don’t know the pain I’ve endured.”
His eyes, like a pitch-black night sky, fixed on Ashtel.
Within those complex emotions, Ashtel glimpsed deep despair and frustration, leaving her speechless and stunned.
“When I heard what they said earlier… while I was here…”
A man sold to the devil. A priest corrupted by lust.
But not only that—he had been abused by unfamiliar women, unable to resist.
What was even more bitter was that his body accepted it against his will.
Because of Ashtel, normal reactions were gone. His lustful member betrayed his will, chasing only pleasure.
Tears of sorrow welled up again.
Ashtel quickly cupped Payne’s cheek and whispered,
“Should I kill them all? Tear them limb from limb?”
Wrong. Here, Payne found the deep rift in thoughts between himself and Ashtel.
He shook his head, grinding his teeth.
“Do you think I want that?”
And then he asked a question he had long buried inside his heart.
“Does the love you want match human love?”
“Payne…”
“Don’t excuse yourself by saying you love me. This is oppression and violence!”
“I… that’s not it…”
Ashtel shook her head, crying, but he didn’t want to hear it.
He wanted to look away every time she cried.
Ashtel whispered love so easily, and yet he, who vowed never to believe in love again, was slowly giving himself away to that easy heart.
Bit by bit, little by little, until eventually she would have his all.
All for the love of a succubus.
For just a few simple words.
Payne clenched his teeth.
“If you truly loved me…”
The time spent with Ashtel was awful—disgusting and miserable.
Yet what angered him most was that after all this, he did not hate her.
“If you loved me, you would have let me go. You would have freed me to get treatment! So I wouldn’t have to endure this!”
He exploded with rage.
He needed to scream to fully blame Ashtel.
Ashtel’s eyes widened in shock.
Though she had many excuses for Payne, she hesitated to speak.
Your curse is more complex and darker than expected. The priest won’t be able to break it.
I must stay for Juvia’s spell to be maintained. I’ll leave once that’s lifted.
And your pheromone-induced rut only calms if I’m here…
‘No, it’s all wrong.’
Payne was right.
If she truly loved him, she would have freed him long ago.
He would no longer listen to her. Maybe he never really believed her.
Because he didn’t want her love, not even for a moment did he want to trust her.
Their fragile balance had cracked.
This was Payne’s cry of desperation, no longer able to endure her.
Ashtel breathed slowly.
The young succubus realized that passionate love could become a sharp spear, capable of attacking oneself.
Tears started to fall from Ashtel’s eyes too.
She looked at Payne silently, and he opened his tired eyes and spoke.
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