Chapter 5
The succubus are symbols of seduction and lust.
They enter the dreams of their prey, dispersing pheromones to paralyze their minds and siphon their vitality.
Ashtel was no exception. Until she met Payne, she had traversed the dreams of various men, consuming their life force. However, after spending time with Payne, she found herself to have no desire for any other human.
‘Payne is the only one for me.’
Her heart wouldn’t flutter for anyone else; even the sight of other handsome men no longer stirred her as before. Consequently, the day after escaping from Medialle, Ashtel flew straight into Payne’s dreams.
Venturing into his consciousness while he was within the bounds of Medialle, an area brimming with powerful divine energy, was something that should have been strictly forbidden…..
‘I miss Payne so much!’
For a young succubus overwhelmed by such yearning, taboos did not exist.
‘Still, staying in the dream for more than an hour could be dangerous.’
To avoid any trace, she armed herself with ‘Hunter’s Snare’ from Hella, which could suppress Payne’s spiritual energy and hold him within the dream, and the ingenious ‘Odorless Pheromone Neutralizer’ from her eighth sister, Carmen, to erase any signs of her intrusion in Payne’s dream.
Armed thus, Ashtel infiltrated Payne’s dream.
“…”
“….He, hello?”
Dreams reflect their dreamer. Those content and at peace have dreams filled with abundance, while those dark and burdened create barren stages.
And Payne’s dream fell into the latter category.
A desolate plain stretched around him. The sky was a lifeless gray, and the land was eerily still, with not a breath of wind.
Payne stood there, stark and alone. Ashtel, feeling somewhat awkward, fluttered her wings and positioned herself in front of him.
“Payne, can you see me?”
Sometimes, deep sleepers remain sluggish even in their dreams. Ashtel waved her hand in front of him, thinking Payne might be one of those. After a few flutters of his long, dense eyelashes, he looked up.
And the moment Ashtel’s eyes met Payne’s, he asked in surprise.
“…A person?”
His gaze instinctively swept over her.
Her bright curly golden hair seemed spun from pure gold, her eyes wide and innocent like a rabbit’s, and draped over her porcelain skin was a nightdress that resembled lingerie, something utterly unimaginable for a holy priest to encounter….
“…”
Payne’s mouth fell open slightly, and he froze, as if he had turned to stone. Ashtel fluttered around him, concerned.
“Why, why? Are you hurt?”
Worried because she had forcibly held him here using tools, she grew increasingly anxious.
As Ashtel flew around Payne, the glimpses of her fair skin hidden beneath the black lace caused him to squeeze his eyes shut and step back.
“Who are you? And that attire—what… where is this place?”
“Ah, you talked! I’m Ashtel!”
“Ashtel?”
“This is, um, a place just for the two of us?”
“What?”
As humans become accustomed to their dreams, they regain their usual cognitive abilities. Soon, he would realize how absurd this situation was. Before that could happen, Ashtel needed to inject pheromones to cloud his judgment.
Thus, she stepped closer to Payne.
The black frilly strap on her shoulder slipped down, and the ribbons and lace confining her chest moved subtly with her breath, while the silk hem below fluttered lightly with the pheromones she exuded.
As a beautiful figure in enticing clothing approached him with a captivating smile, Payne’s eyes widened in shock. Just as Ashtel was about to speak, he grabbed her shoulder and pushed her away.
“Uh?”
It wasn’t painful.
Payne had pushed her gently, as gentlemanly as possible without applying much force. However, seeing his face contorted somewhere between displeasure and shock, Ashtel was horrified.
“Do not come closer.”
“Why?!”
“Not like that… do not approach me in such a state.”
“What?!”
Payne was usually cold towards adults, showing only a bit of kindness to children, and exhibited his characteristic aloofness to everyone without discrimination.
Ashtel couldn’t help but feel stunned by Payne’s evident irritation toward her, which was a stark difference from the usual reactions she elicited.
‘Normally, they’d be drooling when I approach!’
“Is this a dream?”
“Uh, well, yes, it’s a dream, but…”
“Why such a dream…?”
“Such a dream? Can’t you just look at me?”
“Do not come any closer.”
“Noo!”
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