The Priest’s Fall Into L*stful Heat

The Iron Wall Priest, Payne.

For several weeks, an unknown fever of pleasure had been overwhelming him.

“Priest, come to your senses!”

During morning prayers, not only did his body grow hot, but even during confession, lust would surge within him.

‘How did my body end up like this?’

While hurriedly avoiding others’ gaze and hiding, he inadvertently a–aulted a maid who had entered the room.

What should he do about this sin?

His heart was torn, and his once sacred past was now covered in filth.

The most horrifying thing was that a lifetime of atonement wouldn’t be enough.

As he was about to kneel and apologize to the wounded maid, she whispered.

“Well, I actually, enjoyed it.”

“…Excuse me?”

“What I did with the priest… I liked it.”

He stared at the maid, dumbfounded.

“Shall I help you then?”

The succubus in a maid’s disguise, said this as she began to undo the priest’s robes.