Chapter 220
‘Yay! Payne, you can go to the bathroom now!’
That’s exactly how it would end up.
Even if it killed him, even if his body crumbled to dust, that was something Payne absolutely refused.
It would be like announcing to the whole world that he desperately needed to pee—how humiliating.
“I’ll just… I’ll just try to hold it a bit longer.”
“Really? Do you think you can?”
“Yes.”
Honestly, he wasn’t at all sure he could, but he said it anyway.
“…Then, Payne, do you want me to help you a little?”
But then Ashtel’s crimson eyes glinted with a suspicious light.
She couldn’t even use magic anymore—how was she still able to look so much like a succubus?
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“Are you crazy?”
Ashtel’s idea of help was simple.
“What? They say if you get an e******n, the urge to pee goes down.”
“You want me to get hard? Right now?”
“Yup.”
Only a former succubus could come up with such a suggestion so casually.
Payne backed away, holding up both hands to keep her at a distance—he looked like he’d actually get angry if she tried to touch him.
“Don’t talk nonsense. What if I end up climaxing?”
“You can’t even do that?”
“Of course not!”
Roman had told him not to release anything through that part of his body, but if he actually did o****m, he’d probably end up peeing too.
Payne pictured himself losing it all over Ashtel’s hands and his face went pale.
“Ashtel, I really just want to be alone right now. Please, go be with your sisters.”
“But…”
Even as they argued, the pressure in his bladder only kept building. Sweat rolled down Payne’s skin as Ashtel’s eyebrows drooped in concern.
‘No, this really would work.’
If she left him alone now, he’d probably wet himself the moment she stepped out. She wouldn’t have minded at all—if anything, that would be kind of hot—but the problem was the strict two-hour rule Carmen had set.
‘Payne needs to get through this step if he wants to break the curse…’
Ashtel hesitated, then took a step toward him.
At once, Payne jumped away, shoulders tense, and the two of them ended up playing a bizarre game of cat-and-mouse around the room.
“Payne, wait! Come here for a sec!”
“I said no!”
“If you can’t finish, then I can just keep you from finishing! I have a good plan!”
“That’s not how urges work! You can’t just turn them off and on!”
Normally, Payne never raised his voice, but he was desperate now.
He was holding himself back from grabbing his crotch out of sheer pride—he was clinging to dignity by a thread.
‘There’s no way I’m letting her see me like this. Not ever.’
But just then, Ashtel stumbled and nearly fell. Payne lunged to catch her out of reflex, and they both ended up tumbling onto the bed. The pressure on his stomach made him tremble all over, unable even to cry out.
“Ugh… Payne, are you okay?”
He couldn’t even answer.
Covering his face, he writhed and jerked his hips before finally forcing his hands down by his sides.
His dark eyes glistened with unshed tears.
“Please… just leave.”
“…..”
“I really can’t hold it anymore…”
He wasn’t exaggerating—a little longer and he’d lose control for sure.
He’d have to apologize to Carmen and Roman and take the potion again.
Payne’s vaunted self-control crumpled into nothing when faced with the primal urge to relieve himself.
As he let out a ragged breath and covered his face, Ashtel’s expression shifted once more, to something mischievous.
‘I really want to tease him…’
Human desires, she realized, were truly limitless—more overwhelming than any succubus’ hunger.
Smirking slyly, Ashtel reached into the nightstand and pulled something out.
“Hey, Payne. Look what I’ve got…”
Where did she keep finding these weird things? She held up a long glass rod in front of his eyes.
He looked at it, puzzled, then up at her.
Ashtel grinned suggestively.
“You can use this to block it.”
“…What?”
“If you stick it in the hole, it’ll stop everything.”
But just hearing that was enough to make him question his sanity.
Payne’s mouth fell open in disbelief as Ashtel began to lift his shirt, her cool fingers sliding across his lower belly.
It finally dawned on him what she was trying to do, and he started thrashing like a fish out of water.
“A-Ashtel! No! Stop it!”
“Wait, Payne! If you struggle, I’ll fall!”
“Just stop right now! How could you—uh!”
But nothing could stop his brazen lover.
When Ashtel grabbed his crotch over his underwear, Payne gasped, dizzy from the sensation, sweat beading on his brow and sliding down his face.
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