Chapter 92
However, the current situation where her beloved Payne was choking her, combined with his ability to use force while physically restraining her, filled Ashtel with a heart-wrenching fear, prompting her to drop her transformation.
A magic circle formed at the crown of her head, enveloping Ashtel’s body in a shimmering glow, and as her golden hair cascaded down like a radiant crown of the sun, Payne flinched back in surprise.
“Choking me out of nowhere? That’s too much!”
As the heavy weight lifted, Ashtel flapped her short wings and soared into the air. While she couldn’t fly high within the confines of the house, she rose enough to look down at Payne, who was kneeling helplessly, bound tightly.
The moment she abandoned her human form, everything from her head to her toes transformed completely. Her hair shimmered like golden apples from mythology, her face radiated light, and she wore black lingerie that was so stunning it was almost overwhelming.
Payne gritted his teeth. He turned his head away to avoid looking at her, but images of Ashtel’s face and body replayed in his mind dozens of times.
“I didn’t want to deceive you either. But if you could calmly listen to me…”
As Ashtel noticed Payne bowing his head and steadying his breath, she caught a familiar scent and found herself speechless.
‘No, what is that?’
Yes, she had temporarily forgotten, but Payne, the iron wall and forbidden priest, was currently in heat. The mere presence of a woman nearby was enough to trigger this temporary symptom, which even demons couldn’t escape.
No, rather, it was more evident with Ashtel’s provocative attire…
“….Payne, are you standing?”
“Shut your mouth.”
To be honest, he was in danger since he opened his eyes. The soft blanket that enveloped him was the same one Ashtel slept under, and the pillow he rested his head on was where she often rubbed her cheeks.
As the sweet scent unique to Ashtel enveloped him, he noticed that this clumsy woman—or rather, demon—had failed to tidy up the household, with shirts strewn across chairs and the floor.
While it wasn’t luxurious silk like those worn by noblewomen, the familiar sight of white underwear caught his eye, forcing him to close his eyes painfully.
And now, what was happening? The moment he saw that white, snow capped mountain-like chest, which he had dreamt of, it sprang up before him, leaving him breathless.
Yes, he admitted it. Payne was utterly captivated by the woman… no, by Ashtel’s body.
It was urgent. A crisis, and he felt like he might faint from the pounding of his heart. He despised his own body for betraying his shame, and it was hard to bear seeing Ashtel, a succubus, amazed by his reaction.
Having witnessed all of this, Ashtel rolled her eyes.
‘What should I do?’
Payne was just too cute. But saying something like that here would likely get her scolded, so she held back.
“Should I let you go?”
“I clearly told you to shut up…”
“But you’re e-ect. And don’t speak so harshly.”
Now that she had transformed into a demon, Payne was no longer a frightening presence.
However, everything he said cut like a knife.
It made sense, as he had shortened his sentences and chosen coarse words ever since he realized Ashtel was a succubus.
‘Shut your mouth.’
Ashtel pouted. She felt sad, yet despite everything, the sight of Payne, hard and bound, made her find him adorable.
Her attitude was no different from when she was a human maid, Sue, and Payne was taken aback.
He opened his mouth to respond but quickly shut it again, turning his head away. He didn’t want to answer that little pout.
“I’m sorry for hiding my identity. But… I had no choice for you.”
Yet he couldn’t help but react to those words.
“What do you mean by that?”
His habitual politeness slipped out as he responded, just like he would with Sue, causing him to bite his lip.
Ashtel then flew gracefully in front of him and brushed her fingers against his pressed lips. It was only natural that Payne would swat her hand away in irritation.
However, even in that natural reaction, Payne felt guilty.
‘Even though this isn’t Sue’s face.’
Even though it was the unrealistically enchanting face of a demon, strangely… he kept thinking about Sue.
This was madness. Pure madness.
He immediately assumed that the succubus Ashtel must have done something to him.
“Actually, um, well, I’ve been in your dreams before.”
“…No way.”
“Yes. I wanted to have s-x with you back then.”
Payne squeezed his eyes shut, but it wasn’t just because of the explicit choice of words from the succubus.
He felt embarrassed about his e–ction, like a child just receiving s-x education.
‘Damn it.’
In the end, the calm, noble, and gentlemanly priest cursed inside.
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