Chapter 44
Payne, realizing this, rubbed his eyes trying to clear his blurry vision and read the holy book but…
‘It feels like it’s going to burst down there.’
His breathing became faster. He felt like his insides were tumbling with anxiety, worried his e–ction had been noticed.
The long red cloth draped over the dais shielded him from the audience’s view from his chest down, but what about the high-ranking priests seated diagonally across?
With his stomach churning with unease and fear, he steeled himself to continue the prayer for Medialle and Katzel.
“…Father.”
Suddenly, a voice called out.
A sweet female voice.
Payne hastily furrowed his brows and subtly turned his head. No one was there—was he hearing things?
‘Is this fever causing hallucinations now?’
He bit his lip in shock, then again, a soft whisper came.
“Father Payne.”
Payne was sure now; this was no hallucination.
He exhaled hotly and looked down in realization.
Surprisingly, under the crimson velvet, Ashtel peeked out.
“…Miss Maid?”
Payne almost spoke loudly, quickly clamping his mouth shut.
He was so shocked, he momentarily forgot about his e–ction.
“What are you doing here!”
His line hadn’t started yet, so he had a moment to whisper.
“Haha, well… actually…”
Of course, Ashtel hadn’t wanted to go this far.
What succubus would want to cast spells in the middle of a ceremony exalting Katzell? But it seemed there was no other choice.
‘If it stays like this, I can touch Payne’s d–k!’
Leaving Payne alone might result in him becoming a priest fainting or mas—bating while reciting the prayer.
Therefore, the best solution was to quickly relieve him and allow him to complete the prayer in a calm state.
‘For Payne’s social standing and all the merit he has built as a priest!’
But Payne, unaware of this rationale, was beyond flustered, incredulous.
He blushed furiously and got angry.
“Get out now.”
“If I leave now, I’ll be caught.”
“What are you even doing here… never mind, don’t answer that. Just stay quiet as a mouse.”
The more he thought about it, the more he realized how utterly unconventional she was.
Payne shook his head in disbelief and tried to regulate his breathing.
His member was already overtly e-ct, it twitched even more inside his priest’s robes at the sight of Ashtel.
Was it because of their past se-ual contact? His body had reacted so fervently to her?
He was overcome with embarrassment and self-loathing. Payne clenched his eyes shut, trying to control himself. But that control shattered in an instant when Ashtel suddenly reached for his trousers.
Payne snapped his head up and grabbed her wrist to stop her.
“What are you doing!”
“I’ll quickly take it out for you.”
Take out? What did she mean in this context?
Before he could respond, her lascivious hand reached for his front.
“What… wait, don’t touch!”
As her delicate and pliable white hand attempted to undo his belt, Payne tightened his grip on her wrist.
But what then? Knowing the urgency, Ashtel hurriedly freed his member.
With a flop, it met the cold air, and Payne nearly shuddered but managed to cover his mouth.
Although he had given himself to Ashtel both front and back, his mind remained as innocent as a virgin’s. The idea of doing such obscene acts in a public venue was unfathomable to him.
Thus, to be exposing himself in this hallowed hall meant for celebrating Katzel’s greatness was…
“Please, no…”
His desperate murmurs failed to reach Ashtel.
The sight of his throbbing member temptingly beckoned her.
‘I’ll make sure you don’t suffer.’
Indeed, there was a fitting reason. She planned to alleviate Payne’s e–ction and help conclude the ceremony.
However, after sleeping with Payne, touching his rear and fondling the tip of his member, only providing frustrating teases, Ashtel’s patience was wearing thin.
This time, she resolved to offer him a different kind of pleasure.
Softly parting her lips, she enveloped his smooth skin.
“…”
Payne inhaled sharply, widening his eyes.
It was the moment when the door to an unfamiliar pleasure flung open before him.
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