The Priest’s Fall Into Lustful Heat - Chapter 49

‘How could he be so provocative? Is Payne really human, or was he an incubus all along?’

Ashtel briefly imagined Payne in a risqué outfit, winking flirtatiously calling ‘yoo-hoo~’, which immediately soured her mood.

‘No, Payne being his usual self is best.’

She wondered if she’d ever finish her task at this rate.

“Standing here by the door is hard enough.”

How much longer must she do this?

‘When will Payne’s heat end?’

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Meanwhile, Payne was regretting his decision to involve Ashtel, given her unusual se-ual interest.

‘Was this a bad choice?’

He had been avoiding the obvious until now, but had come to a clear realization.

Ashtel’s lewdness was too much. It was obvious that she kept entering the room to watch him touch himself.

She was clearly enjoying the lust that Katzel forbade—one of the seven deadly sins.

“Sigh…”

Whose fault was it that she was like this? In his view, it was his own fault for having taken the purity of what he considered an innocent maid—also in his view—making him directly responsible.

‘I definitely told her not to open the door.’

After a day seething with shame, he should have gone straight to bed to prepare for the next day’s schedule, but he found himself unable to sleep and sat in the chapel for confession instead.

For the first time, he had succumbed to lust, spending his days filled with obscenity, so confessing and seeking atonement from God seemed the right step to take.

But Ashtel’s curious and eager eyes haunted him. Like a rabbit dashing towards him with round, adorable eyes that seemed to lick him visually. Though she appeared as cute as a small animal, her bold actions were more like those of a predator…

“Enough.”

Payne inhaled deeply. He feared he might have an e–ction again. He had to stop these foolish thoughts.

“O Lord in Heaven, a sinner…”

He quickly grabbed his cross and cried out to Katzel, but the heat bubbling up inside him was not easily cooled. Thoughts of Ashtel floated like buoys in his mind, tormenting him relentlessly.

Was it really because of him that she pursued pleasure, or had she always been so curious about such things?

More than anything, Payne was curious about what she was thinking while helping him.

‘Damn it.’

Payne admitted once again. He couldn’t clear his mind.

True repentance should be done with a pure and faithful heart through prayer, but this situation only made it seem more plausible why the succubus in his dreams took the form of Ashtel.

‘….Yes, a succubus.’

Payne managed to refocus and concentrate on this abnormal situation.

‘From the shape of its wings and tail, it was definitely a succubus.’

A female demon, succubi appears in young men’s dreams in an alluring form to seduce them.

They transform into the ideal woman the dreamer desires, whispering sweet nothings and swiftly winning their affection to steal their vitality.

‘Ever since I had that dream, my body has changed; it must be the work of a demon.’

Aside from this recent dream featuring Ashtel’s image, he had other inexplicably e****c dreams before. Dreams where he was tormented by a figure clad in barely-there lingerie, swinging ample b*****s.

Just the thought of that pale, soft flesh made his lower body react, even though he wasn’t speaking of it lightly…

‘Forget it. I must forget.’

Now, all his questions about the anomaly were answered.

It was all because of the succubus.

He could catch it with Duvalkan’s help. And then he could return to normalcy.

‘Now the issue is with the maid.’

As mentioned before, Ashtel’s lewdness was too much, and Payne felt he had half his brain eaten by lust due to the cunning tricks of the succubus that he got caught up with Ashtel’s action.

‘That must be why the succubus took the form of the maid.’

He had tried to distance himself from Ashtel because of this. Merely because they had had se-ual contact, he couldn’t bear to face her, wearing her face and body, and seducing him with her sweet voice.

However, despite his earnest intentions, his body heated up at the mere memory of Ashtel’s gentle eyes, her tantalizing words, and the curves of her tempting body.

‘Am I going mad?’

Each day, the speed at which his desires flared up was unusually fast. Yesterday, the sunset sky had made him think of Ashtel and made him e–ct too. Today, it was the succubus in his dream, in her form, that set him e–ct.