Chapter 205
Side Story 1. The Priest’s Fall Never Ends
If you converted a demon’s age to human years, one who had just passed their hundredth year would be about twenty in human terms.
In the human world, women were considered adults from age eighteen and generally seen as marriageable at that point. Ashtel, having only just become human, was now a bright young woman barely over twenty—at least in appearance.
But in terms of common sense, she had less than a six-year-old child.
“Payne! The fish is completely stuck to the pan! What should I do?!”
“Please step aside. Didn’t I say I’d do the cooking?”
“But… Oh! I just boiled some water—wait! Payne, there’s no water left in the kettle!”
“What? How long has it been on the stove?!”
After leaving Medialle, Payne had moved to a remote mountain village with Ashtel. The fresh air, babbling brook, and endless blue sky seemed like the perfect environment—except for the fact that Ashtel caused some sort of incident almost every day.
He honestly felt like his life was shortening at record speed.
“Please, just sit still for a bit. Don’t touch anything. Just sit right here and don’t move.”
“…Tsk.”
“Did you just click your tongue?”
“No, not at all.”
Ashtel, whistling and feigning innocence, looked as lovely and adorable as she had a week ago. Even now that she was fully human, her beauty was unchanged, which—if anything—made Payne worry more.
Because, unfortunately, he was still stuck in his rutting season.
‘I really don’t want to be ruled by lust…’
He’d already done all sorts of things with the succubus, but if Katzel would just permit it, he still wanted to remain a priest.
‘For that, I need patience and self-control.’
Luckily, Ashtel had promised not to rush things between them, and she’d kept her word. Thanks to that, Payne had managed to pray himself to sleep every night without further incident.
But about four days ago, things started getting difficult in a whole new way.
“Payne, how do you do laundry? Do you just get the clothes wet?”
“No, you use the washboard—wait, stop shaking that, you’re splashing water everywhere!”
“Ahh! Kyaa!”
The innocent former succubus was doing her best to adapt to human life. Living together with the priest boyfriend she’d always dreamed of—how exciting was that?
But reality didn’t go as smoothly as her hopeful heart. The main problem was: there were just so many things she didn’t know.
“Um… Sorry, Payne.”
They’d been living here for a week now. Here’s a quick summary of Ashtel’s mishaps so far:
She’d broken fifteen dishes, torn three sets of clothes, broken two pieces of furniture, and nearly set the house on fire four times. The reason for all this chaos? She simply wasn’t used to human tools.
He was trying to teach her, step by step, but even a patient person like Payne was starting to lose his mind.
He took a deep breath and glanced over at Ashtel, who was watching him anxiously.
‘Ashtel really is just like a six-year-old.’
She’d supposedly worked as a maid—though honestly, he doubted she’d done much actual work—and whatever she’d learned from her succubus sister Chacha was long forgotten.
Now, it was up to him to guide her.
“Ashtel, this is how you hold a spoon, see?”
“I know that much!”
She might be clueless and slow on the uptake, but… honestly, she was still better than when she’d been a succubus.
At least now, she wasn’t constantly making moves on him.
* * *
But that was only true when Payne was in his right mind.
“…Nngh… ah.”
One night, Ashtel—sleeping in a separate room at Payne’s firm insistence—suddenly lifted her head at the sound of a faint moan coming through the wall.
“Huh…?”
The chorus of night insects filled the silence, but the soft moaning was unmistakable—so familiar that it snapped Ashtel fully awake.
She slid out of bed and pressed her ear to the wall.
“Ugh… Haa!”
Sure enough, it was Payne—voice tight with excitement, the rustling of bedsheets barely muffling the rest.
Ashtel hesitated, swallowing nervously.
‘Should I go in there?’
If it had been before, she would’ve gone in without a second thought.
But back then, she’d been a pleasure-obsessed succubus. Now, she was just a regular human.
A frail, delicate girl who didn’t go charging into a man’s bedroom in the middle of the night just because she heard a little noise.
“Hmm…”
She wavered only briefly. Before she knew it, she was slipping on a robe and quietly getting out of bed.
‘Just… just to check if he’s okay.’
It had been ten days since the chaos in Medialle, and a week since they’d settled here.
In that time, Payne had diligently ‘relieved’ himself at night to get rid of his lingering pheromones.
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