Be Fascinated - Chapter 12

When Philia turned around, she saw Claude grabbing his length and stroking it. Claude’s manhood, which she thought had lost its strength, stood anew once again, just as would before insertion. If it weren’t for the sight of his member glazed over by her own lustful fluids, she would have believed that his length was standing erect for the first time today with how stiff it was.

Philia looked up at him with a tearful gaze, but at this, the corners of Claude’s lips twisted up.

“If you touch it first, you have to see it to the end.”

Claude whispered to her, pushing her back against the wall. He licked her breasts with his tongue and her body trembled at the sensation. She let out a low breath as his tongue pricked the tip of her mounds.

“I really like that you seduced me first.”

“Heuk… Your Highness.”

“I really like that you are naughty.”

“Hahh… heuk…”

“You are so pretty. Enough to make me go crazy.”

“…Agh.”

Philia wanted to believe it. She really wanted to believe what he said. However, no matter how ignorant she was—she knew that she shouldn’t believe whatever a man who was addicted to pleasure says. Because she now realized just how powerful this pleasure was.

With one of her legs wrapped around his waist, he inserted it slowly.

“AH!”

As if wanting to be one with her, Claude leaned his body against her fully. Claude stared at Philia.

He was completely fascinated by her body.

* * * 

“Not yet!”

“Yes…”

Irik had an anxious expression on his face. He bit his lip. He thought that Philia would return to her hometown. However, Philia’s parents are already dead, and she disappeared with the knight Logan.

He was desperately looking for Philia, but was she still even in the capital?

Irik couldn’t quite forget Philia’s face. The dark blue eyes filled with a sense of betrayal. She even had tears welling up.

“Damn it, she must be wrong, it’s a misunderstanding!”

Since she was a child, she had lived in the temple. He took good care of the thin and slender Saintess. If she was the Saintess, he thought he would be her high priest himself, then he would be able to stand next to her.

Although he was not good at martial arts enough to become a knight, he thought he would be willing to sacrifice his life for Philia.

Isn’t it natural? He had her…

He had her in his heart. Of course, Irik was not aware of his own mind.

It is a sin to have the opposite gender in mind, and he rationalizes that feeling by thinking that he only worships Philia as the Saintess. In fact, worship and love were similar, and he, ignorant of love, did not know the difference.

Even if there is a subtle twist in those feelings, he always thought that it was just affection for Philia, as though she was his pretty little sister.

All the women who were obsessed with the world were vulgar. Only Philia was a truly decent woman. So, Irik was enraged when she’d been accused as a fake, and so he was jailed.

But the more he was kept in prison, the more he worried about Philia and couldn’t stand it.

If he’s in prison, who the hell was there to take care of Philia? As he listened to the priests who followed her, they said she was gone in the blink of an eye.

So he promised an obedience to the real Saintess, Bianca. It was because the first thing he had to do was find Philia and look after her.

But of all things, he can’t believe he’s facing Philia in the capital…

“Why…”

Irik bit his lip.

“Reverend Irik!”

With the light blonde hair fluttering, he recalled the face of the brightly smiling woman. Her face did not show any evil or filthy emotions in the world.

“Shall we search the brothel, too?”

“No, Philia cannot be there.”

No matter how ‘fake’ she was, Philia was raised as a Saintess. There was no way for her to be in a brothel.

“Looking from the street, it looks like she was wearing clothes, something nice…”

He thought so. And was there some tall person watching from behind? Irik was deep in thought. Then a man flashed through his mind.

“The Crown Prince…”

The prince did not take part in the march of the Saintess. At that time, he was not even in the palace. From what he heard, it was said that he mainly went for inspections in the outskirts.

“No way…”

Irik remembered the prince who had been staring at Philia in the past. As if a beast was aiming at the nape of her neck, dangerous red-brown eyes looked at Philia’s back.

How many evil things were there in this world that coveted Philia. He clicked his tongue. Even the handsome prince was enchanted by the ideal Saintess.

When Irik called for Claude as if to warn him, he quickly changed his expression. Shamelessly and naturally, as if the emotions he harbored were temporary, like a mirage.

“No way, no.”

Why did the Crown Prince, who went out for an inspection at this moment, come to mind? Irik didn’t know.

“Philia…”

His own pure and innocent Saintess—she should be safe by all means.

There was a pained expression on Irik’s face.

* * * 

“Kehk…”

Philia looked up. As Claude instructed, she cupped her breasts and wrapped his length between them. She could feel his desire as she glided it across her chest. Claude’s face tinged with pleasure as he rolled his waist with it between her soft breasts, back and forth.

“Philia, like that…”

“…….”

Claude made a different suggestion when it was too much to insert. While Philia didn’t feel anything, the stimulation that Claude felt was enormous.

Philia looked at Claude with an innocent face. He was always the one caressing her, and she was now making Claude feel good. It felt good that Claude, who was relaxed, was grimacing.

‘You can make this person feel good even if you don’t have to insert it.’

Claude’s pillar seemed to have gotten bigger somehow. She still hasn’t gotten used to a man’s length. Claude opened his eyes and looked down at her. Pure blue eyes looked at him. That innocent face, without any emotion, just asking if he’s feeling good…

“Hahh…”

That made him unable to bear his desire any longer—c*mmed immediately.

“Agh…”

Instantly, a white liquid came out. Claude looked down at Philia with a languid expression on his face. Philia was covered with his fluids, scattered across her face. Claude felt an uncontrollable lust again.

He wants to put it back into her. He wanted to move his body and pour out his desires again. He wanted to see this girl become lustful for the pleasure he created himself.

But Claude suppressed his rampant lust and took a towel and wiped Philia’s face.

“I’m sorry.”

“N, no.”

Philia’s face turned red. Claude looked at Philia. What he wanted was this. Philia had no place to be.

It went according to his plan. But why?

Why is there something that doesn’t seem right?

When their bodies became one, Philia responded. Sometimes rather, she signals for it first.

“Heuhh…”

Claude grabbed her by the waist and kissed her lips. It feels soft and sweet to the touch. Her breasts, which were close to his body, were too soft.

The physical needs were satisfied. However…

“Philia.”

“Yes.”

Philia showed a smile. Claude stroked her hair. It feels soft to the touch.

“Why…?”

There was no reluctance to keep away from him like before on her shy face. But now, this subtle distance was driving him crazy.

Even if he slept with her and drove her crazy for pleasure countless times, he was still not satisfied.

“Philia.”

“What is it?”

Philia tilted her head. When she asked, Claude didn’t answer. Seeing this, Philia opened her mouth very carefully.

“Well, Your Highness.”

“Huh?”

“How long can I stay here?”

Philia asked. Claude said with a puzzled expression.

“Forever.”

Philia nodded her head and smiled faintly. Just as the smile was about to annoy him, Philia asked.

“Aren’t you getting married?”

“Huh?”

“You have to get married.”

“I have no intention of doing so.”

It was a clear sign that Philia would be sent her own way. Upon hearing Claude’s words, her heart sank.

‘As expected, you don’t think much of it.’

The answer was so predictable, in fact, it wasn’t that surprising. It just made her a little sad.

No promises or affirmations were made. Was he going to let her live in this house for the rest of her life? To be exact, ‘as long as he doesn’t get tired of her’ forever?

If there’s one thing Claude overlooked, it’s that Philia didn’t trust people anymore.

She was abandoned by the temple where she thought she would be for the rest of her life. A priest like her brother who believed was on her side as well.

In such a situation, what could she be sure of? How would she trust others again?

There was only one thing Philia knew.That Claude likes to mix his body with her.

He was the Crown Prince of the Empire. He carried too many burdens to marry a commoner like her. Even if he was willing to risk anything to get her as his wife, she would be in the Imperial palace, not this mansion.

It was confirmed that he would not marry. She could understand his intentions…

“Aren’t you going to the Imperial Palace today?”

“Didn’t I tell you? I won’t be going for a few days.”

“Doesn’t Your Highness have a lot of work? Or you’re free…”

“No, not at all. I’m always busy.”

“Is it okay if you’re here staying with me? You need to rest…”

“Hmm, you don’t like me being here…”

Claude said, muttering. Philia shook her head.

“No, well, it’s not like that. You need to rest, but because of me…”

“Ah, because I keep sleeping with you?”

“…….”

Claude’s eyes changed completely. He looked at her, as if licking his lips. Again a face stained with lust. Philia flinched at that blatant gaze. Claude grinned.

“I must have looked so weak.”

Claude touched Philia’s chest tightly.

“Huhk!”

He touched her collarbone sticking out and licked it with his tongue. Philia’s voluptuous breasts were visible. Her naked figure was also pretty, but how pretty would it be if she wore a busty dress? She liked clothes, so she would surely wear them bashfully.

“Philia.”

“Yes?”

“Shall we go look for some clothes?”

“No.”

She shook her head flutteringly. If she asks for this and that, Claude would only get tired of her. She began to read Claude’s countenance.