Chapter 8
So, it seemed likely that Payne would still be in the confessional at this time. The fastest way to see him would be to go there.
Thus, Ashtel wandered through the unfamiliar streets of the human realm and arrived at the grand, castle-like temple of Katzel Medialle.
“Sister, have you come for confession?”
“Si-sister? Oh, yes, that’s right.”
“What is your name, sister?”
“Um… call me Sue.”
As the human woman Sue, Ashtel responded to the nun’s question while they walked, gently touching her flushed cheeks.
“Could I possibly make my confession to Father Payne?”
“Father Payne, you said?”
“Yes, I heard he also hears confessions.”
“Yes, that’s correct. Please come this way.”
The nun’s expression darkened somewhat.
She glanced at Ashtel and sighed as if thinking, ‘Another one like this…’ It seemed that others similar to her might have frequented this place.
From the rumors Ashtel had heard while here, Payne was known as the ‘iron-wall priest,’ which might explain the nun’s reaction.
Ashtel, indifferent to the nun’s disapproval, hummed a little tune and followed her guidance.
Arriving at the confessional booth…
“Eek.”
It was cramped and dark, and most importantly, she couldn’t see the face of the person opposite. The partition had several holes, allowing voices to be heard, but this would barely allow her to make out the form of the person.
She had come here wanting to see Payne, and not being able to see even a hair on his head was frustrating.
‘Is this what you called a confession?!’
Ashtel was grappling with her disappointment when she suddenly heard a creak and thump from the other side.
Payne approached quietly and settled into the seat.
“May Katzel’s grace reach you, sister.”
“And reach you.”
“Hello, sister. Please speak freely.”
“Oh, um.”
But this might be alright after all, especially since Payne’s voice turned out to be quite pleasing to listen to.
‘Not seeing his face makes me focus more on his voice.’
His voice was naturally soft and deep.
When Ashtel had been a baby bird, Payne’s gentle calls of ‘come here’ had excited her, and she had hurried to his side.
Though it was kindness towards a small animal, it felt like affection to her, and that had made her happy.
Of course, now that she was disguised as an ordinary human, Payne’s manner was strictly professional. Thus, Ashtel cleared her throat a few times and asked cautiously.
“So, confession is about revealing my sins, right?”
“You reveal them and take time to repent.”
“How much do I need to reveal?”
“…That depends on your own conscience.”
Ashtel rolled her eyes.
Sin. She had plenty to confess…
Among humans, and to Katzel, there were many things considered sinful, and if it related to lust, a succubus like her would have committed them all.
But how could she begin to confess such things?
‘Should I mention entering a human man’s dream a month ago?’
In that dream, Ashtel had been the man’s sister. His peculiar taste had led him to enjoy playing out family scenarios with women from out of town.
Or there was this:
Just days before meeting Payne, she had been in a dream where she had done it with several men.
There were two decent looking men swinging their c–ks at her v—-a and a-s, and another decent-looking man sticking it in her mouth. Their faces were okay, but their things weren’t that great so it was not the most memorable ‘meals’ she had had.
Lost in thought, Payne gently spoke up.
“Sister, if you are not ready, you may come back another time.”
“Oh, no, I’ll speak now.”
At the end of the day, if there was any sin that immediately came to mind, it was related to lust, so she might as well confess that.
Deciding to confess to Payne about her sins related to him, Ashtel began.
“A few days ago, I saw a man’s body.”
“…Yes.”
“I keep thinking about it and want to touch it, it’s tormenting me.”
“Yes.”
“I watched him change his clothes. His broad back, smooth skin, and the muscles beneath…”
“Wait, please hold on.”
Payne abruptly interrupted Ashtel’s confession.
Payne’s usually monotonous voice, which could seem cold and impersonal, trembled ever so slightly, almost imperceptibly.
“If it makes Sister uncomfortable, I could arrange for a nun to take over.”
“No? No, I’m not uncomfortable.”
“But…”
“It’s fine. I would prefer if the Father would continue to listen.”
For Ashtel, it had to be Payne; anyone else would be meaningless. She shook her head decisively.
From behind the partition, Payne let out a faint groan.
“…Understood. Please continue.”
“He was more muscular than he looks. I don’t usually focus on men’s bodies, but I keep thinking about his broad back…”
“…”
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