Chapter 50
This was not supposed to be happening. It shouldn’t be like this.
Payne pressed the cross to his forehead in desperation.
“Katzel, God of sanctity and temperance, grant salvation to this ignorant and foolish soul…”
He prayed that the words of penitence would quench the fire of his heat, but unfortunately, his member, already on the path of pleasure, twitched again, blatantly revealing his lewdness.
“…sigh.”
Honestly, having experienced his member wavering so frequently throughout the day, this level of arousal had become somewhat familiar. However, there was one particular area that tormented him immensely each time— the ‘spot’ that Ashtel had touched.
“Uh.”
Just approaching the memory of those small, white fingers moving in and out made his stomach tighten and his lower belly itch with anticipation.
The round fingertips burrowing into him, the foreign sensation building up to the brink with every contraction until a sharp poke brought an overwhelming rush of pleasure.
An unbearable wave of shame washed over him.
“Huh…”
This area was not meant for s****l activity. It was merely an inconvenient opening for excretion.
Yet…
Payne took a deep breath and gasped for air. To be candid, ever since he had touched himself with Ashtel, he had been itching to touch the backside as well.
But to use his an-s to satisfy urges would perhaps be better remedied by wearing a chastity belt or worse, castrating himself.
“Ugh, ah…”
He had vowed not to touch it again…
Yet, the persistent thirst drove him to despair. Unknowingly, Payne clenched his fist and groped behind his back.
‘…The maid definitely probed somewhere deep inside…’
He shook his head in a panic.
Insane. This was madness. He had come to this state.
Gritting his teeth, he brought his hands together again to pray. His mind was not right. He likely needed to whip himself tonight.
‘Oh Katzel, please forgive your filthy servant…’
But he didn’t know yet.
He was unaware that even greater trials than tonight awaited him.
* * *
Days passed. Ashtel had helped Payne with his mas—bation a few times. Of course, her ‘help’ differed from what Ashtel considered ‘help.’
‘I’m just watching out, really.’
The actual times she had seen Payne’s e–ction could be counted on one hand.
‘Still, if this helps Payne alleviate his desires, that’s fortunate….’
There were a few drawbacks.
‘I’m starving because I haven’t been able to feed on energy!’
Ashtel was on the brink of collapse. Having paused her hunting because no one but Payne satisfied her, she felt like she might faint.
‘Am I going to die like this?’
And another problem.
‘Payne… his m**********n sessions are way too long.’
This was a problem beyond mere boredom. It was really, really, really ridiculous that Payne is taking such a long time.
Curious if there might be another issue, Ashtel had once sneaked a peek…
“Uh, ah, ugh…”
“…”
“Hah, ugh…”
“…oh.”
Turns out, he had climaxed several times.
‘Isn’t this the fourth time?’
She had counted from just a brief observation; by entering the storage each time, it meant he was likely climaxing five times or more.
‘Unbelievable.’
This wasn’t a once-a-day occurrence but a constant coming and going to quell his heat. Could that even make sense?
Absolutely not. Ashtel sensed that Payne’s condition was reaching an extreme point.
“Look at that. It’s taking even longer today.”
Today, like other days, Ashtel waited outside the seldom-used storage. Payne had been in there for what seemed like an hour and still hadn’t come out. Longer than yesterday, wasn’t it?
‘I’m hungry, but just standing around here for an hour is tough too.’
Whenever someone seemed likely to visit the storage, she’d quickly block the entrance and claim she was in the middle of cleaning. This excuse, however, was becoming too frequent and was starting to draw suspicious glances.
Feeling it was time to end this, she cautiously opened the door to speak to Payne,
“Uh, Father Payne, is it going to be much longer…?”
“Ugh, don’t open the door, I told you…”
“Sorry!”
There seemed to be no way around it.
What’s making this take so long? Aren’t pheromones supposed to make one finish quicker?
‘I did say to let me know if he’s uncomfortable.’
This couldn’t continue. Ashtel decided she would watch him from start to finish.
“…Hmm?”
She carefully peered through the slightly opened door after ensuring no one was around. What she saw puzzled her.
Payne was shifting his hips and rubbing his backside.
‘Why there?!’
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