The Priest’s Fall Into Lustful Heat - Chapter 95

What a devilish thought this is.

Ashtel shivered at the cruel idea that had crossed her mind.

‘If not now, I won’t get another chance to torment… No, I mean to pleasure Payne.’

If she was to touch him while going to meet Juvia, Payne might release all the heat within him and return to a state before he reacted excessively to her pheromones.

“Hmm…”

But one thing concerned her: Payne’s feelings.

For Ashtel, transformed into a succubus, indulging all day long would only be pleasurable, but for him, it would be different.

Unwanted contact could deteriorate Payne’s mental state.

Could she really stand by and watch that happen?

As she pondered seriously, Payne began to stir in bed.

Ashtel seized the moment, grabbing a cup of water and flying over to him.

“Payne, did you sleep well? Drink this.”

Humans need to eat and drink, after all.

She had gone out early to the village and brought back some soup and bread.

“I wasn’t sure what you liked, so I picked a variety… Which do you prefer: carrots, potatoes, or corn?”

Having been exposed as a succubus, there was no need for her to remain in human form. However, for Payne, waking up to find a beautiful female demon draped in sheer fabric was a struggle.

Unconsciously, he swallowed hard and turned his head away, covering his eyes.

“Why, why are you doing that? Are you hurting?”

It hurt. It hurt below.

Payne grasped the blanket heavy with Ashtel’s scent and groaned in discomfort.

“Are you e-ect again?”

“Please, stop saying that!”

“Why? It’s not something I can help. What’s it called, morning wood?”

Hela had mentioned it once before.

Human males often wake up with an e–ction after sleeping.

However, at this moment, Payne was merely experiencing a slight arousal from Ashtel’s lewd appearance, though he didn’t know it. Ashtel approached him with a subtle smile.

“Should I help you with that?”

“No. I don’t need it. Don’t come near me.”

“Don’t say that.”

Alright, let’s put it to the test. She needed to find out just how much Payne would reject her.

He had already shown enough hostility towards her… but since he had never realized she was a demon or had skin-on-skin contact with her, it was necessary to challenge that.

Ashtel secretly swallowed hard, hid her wings and tail, and then plopped down on the bed.

Unfortunately, Payne was still bound, so there was nothing he could do but flinch and retreat as Ashtel approached.

“Payne, I’ll make sure it doesn’t hurt. Will you trust me just this once?”

Ashtel moved closer.

Unlike when she was the human maid, her beautiful face now transcended human boundaries, resembling a masterpiece that could easily rival the goddess of beauty.

Payne squeezed his eyes shut.

He knew that no matter how much he rebelled, like yesterday, he wouldn’t be able to escape, so all he could do was resign himself to the situation.

Finally, Ashtel’s hand brushed against the fabric covering his waist.

* * *

Hela was in a foul mood.

“Haha! I can’t believe our youngest did something so cheeky!”

“Matys, lower your voice. It’s too loud.”

“Haha! Kidnapping a priest? Especially from Katzel MediaLle? Haha! That’s quite the delightful act!”

There were many reasons for her displeasure, but to name a few due to time constraints, the first was the boisterous laughter of her seventh sister, Matys, which felt like an assault on her eardrums.

“Can you keep your mouth shut? What if the eldest sister finds out?”

“Ah, that can’t happen. No, that mustn’t happen.”

The second reason was her eighth sister, Carmen, who relentlessly teased the sturdy and dependable Matys.

“I wonder what our youngest will wear to greet me? Naked with an apron? Or lacy underwear? Preferably something feminine.”

After keeping silent while observing the two, Hela finally spoke up.

“Why does she only transform for Sister?”

Yes, that was it. This was important.

Hela had gone to Carmen’s domain out of curiosity, only to be caught by Matys while discussing her intention to visit the human world due to Ashtel. Now, they were all hastily heading to see the youngest.

But Hela didn’t care about that; what truly frustrated her was this:

‘Me too! I want her to transform into a big-chested virgin too!’

Unlike her other sisters, Hela believed she shared a special bond with Ashtel.

Their realms were right next to each other—after constant disputes over territorial matters, they had settled into their places according to their birth order—and whenever difficulties arose, Ashtel always came to her, as she was the easiest to approach.

Furthermore, if one counted how many times she had helped Ashtel, it would be the highest, even if Ashtel herself didn’t remember each instance.