The Priest’s Fall Into Lustful Heat - Chapter 78

And Ashtel’s mind was consumed with thoughts of Payne’s desires.

‘Did he really run out in the middle of confession? What should I do?’

Feelings of betrayal and the complexities of Payne’s emotions, which she could never truly reach, were set aside. What mattered now was safely handling the situation.

‘What should I do? It seems like the knights are patrolling.’

If it was Duvalkan, he might have a rough idea of Payne’s situation and could handle it, but the paladins searching for him were strangers even to Ashtel.

If she failed now, Payne would become a lascivious priest who abandons his duties and is trapped in a storage room. That was something she needed to prevent.

Ashtel anxiously approached the door and knocked softly.

“Father…?”

Normally, she would have barged in to check on Payne, but since he seemed to want distance today, she held back and waited.

“Father, the knights are coming… Ahh.”

Even though he covered his front, there was no way to hide such a large object as big as a child’s arm.

Payne greeted Ashtel with his lower parts hanging loosely. He tried to cover up his growing e–ction, which showed despite his attempts to hide it.

“The, the door…”

“Ah, I’m sorry.”

“… It’ll be over soon.”

Payne moaned quietly, requesting her to leave. Seeing no sign of it ending anytime soon, Ashtel hesitated briefly.

‘What should I do? Help as usual? Or just leave him?’

Feeling restless, she checked the door and the surroundings several times. As the sound of the knights’ armor grew louder, Ashtel finally decided to lock the door and slip inside the storage room.

“Why, why are you coming in?”

“I said people were coming soon. We need to finish this quickly!”

Only then could he calm himself and emerge with a proper appearance.

Ashtel moved closer to Payne, awkwardly removing his hands that were trying to cover himself, and looked at his exposed and massive member with a worried expression.

‘How many times does this need to be done?’

Payne called out to her in shock, but she silenced him with a firm response.

“Please, this can’t continue!”

“But at least five times is necessary.”

“That’s…”

Ashtel had always found Payne’s member cute. However, the situation was far from ideal and was pushing her to act.

“Mi, Miss Maid.”

“It’s okay. I’ll finish this quickly.”

She felt anxious, realizing she had to act fast. She began by stroking Payne’s member with both hands, then focused her thumb on the head, where prec-m was flowing profusely.

Payne gasped, arching his back in response.

The reaction was still vigorous and his body was still so sensitive. His moans pierced Ashtel’s ears, making her eyes momentarily gleam with a strange light.

Finally, as Payne climaxed onto Ashtel’s apron, he gasped for breath as if he might faint.

“Stop, stop, ah, stop…”

“Shh, don’t cry. It’ll be out soon again.”

Ashtel quickly checked for any sounds from outside while continuing to stroke the thick shaft. This time, without much effort, it trembled and then fluids dripped down like urine.

Payne, his muscles tensed, clamped his thighs together and then spread them apart, finally bending one knee.

“Hah, ah… huh.”

Ashtel carefully brushed Payne’s hair behind his ear to examine his face. His cheeks were excessively flushed, as if he had a fever.

‘Strange.’

Payne’s reactions had been unusual these past few days.

Though he was always sensitive due to pheromones, lately it felt as though his head was filled with s-men instead of blood. It was like seeing a male tamed by Moablon.

‘Has Payne’s body… become corrupted?’

Ashtel had heard of high-ranking priests losing their divine power and becoming corrupted after prolonged contact with demons. However, such corruption typically occurred when the demon was malevolent.

“Father, are you alright?”

Ashtel looked at Payne with concern, feeling the heat from his e–ction that hadn’t yet subsided. She placed her hand there, and as expected, it rose.

“What am I going to do with this…”

“Is Father Payne here?”

“Gah!”

As if things weren’t bad enough, the knights began knocking on the door. Luckily, she had locked it earlier; otherwise, they would have discovered everything immediately.

Ashtel paced anxiously, her head in her hands. The knights must have sensed something by now.

After a moment of hesitation, she had no choice but to act. She summoned a familiar magical circle above her head.

‘I need to escape.’