Be Fascinated - Chapter 29

Chapter 29

“You look good in colorful clothes, too.”

Seeing Philia at the table, Claude hung the necklace around her neck. A diamond necklace gleamed with enchanting light in the candlelight.

Philia looked at the necklace, which was long enough to reach just below her collarbone. Large and small diamonds were embedded.

“Philia.”

Philia saw the food laid before her. They were all high-quality food that could not be compared with the food of the poor temple. It was a gorgeous table with only light and precious delicacies. Philia looked quietly.

“Well, why aren’t you saying anything?”

Philia’s eyes had long since lost focus. All the way back from the temple to the mansion, Philia’s chatter declined sharply.

She kept her mouth shut except for the least she had to say. She also consistently ignored Claude’s words. So a dull and heavy silence, different from before, enveloped them.

Claude thought she would find her energy again when she returned to the mansion. But that wasn’t the case at all. As soon as they returned, her eyes lost focus.

“Look at me, Philia.”

What was even more crazy was that she was willing to listen to him. Philia looked at Claude, Claude then said.

“I gave you this mansion. This is yours.”

“…….”

“Hey, what’s the matter?”

Philia didn’t answer. Claude knew that Philia, who was looking at him, was in a distant despair. The despair she felt was even deeper than what she felt while she was in the temple.

His reddish-brown eyes gleamed with madness. Then, he flung away all the precious food on the table. The plates fell to the floor with a clattering sound. He lifted her back and sat her down on the table.

Then, focus returned to Philia’s eyes. It looked like she was wondering what he was doing.

“I want to hold you here.”

When he dropped all the food on the table, all the servants retreated. Philia, who saw it, looked at Claude.

“No?”

Philia smiled coldly. What’s the difference between saying no? This man was just going to do whatever he wanted.

As she went from the temple to Claude’s mansion, Philia smiled sadly at her own plight. She thought about it, it was like she had been handed over to Claude from Irik again.

Either way, has Philia’s will ever been followed?

“Let me out of here.”

However, Philia tried to speak.

“Do you want to go out?”

Even knowing that, the words that were out of focus came back.

“Let me get away from you… mmh!”

With his tongue, he licked her chest that was visible through her neckline. Look, it’s no use. As Philia closed her eyes and bit her lip.

“Why?”

Claude asked Philia. Philia said as she looked at Claude.

“Because I hate you for not knowing why.”

“…….”

“I hate you.”

Each time Philia said this, she saw something pass through Claude’s eyes.

“Philia, I really don’t know. I gave you this house—I gave you everything. I even got you out of that damn temple.”

“…….”

“I gave up the throne even though that was the reason for my life, just to get you.”

“Because to you, I am your pet.”

“No.”

Claude denied it. But that did not reach Philia. If this one-sided relationship was not between a pet and the owner, what is it?

Rescued from the temple. That’s good enough. So should she be thankful for that? Why was she imprisoned like this in another prison called a mansion rather than a temple?

Realizing that she had been deceived by everything, Philia saw all the truth in her eyes.

Claude invaded her life and locked her up. She could not understand why he had abandoned the throne. There was only one thing Philia understood, and that he had become the Grand Duke, so he was able to track down Philia.

Abandoning the throne was only a means to his goal. Philia never wanted him to do that, and it wasn’t to her benefit that he gave it up.

It must be true that he likes her. But that’s just love for a rare pet. Because…

“Release me.”

“You can go anywhere you want.”

“Release me from you.”

Upon hearing that, something flashed in Claude’s eyes. Philia didn’t want to think deeply about what those feelings were.

“Huhk…!”

He lifted her thigh and licked Philia’s entrance. With a light bite, the red, sticky tongue tickled her insides, causing her body to heat up. She was already accustomed to him.

“Ah, huu!”

Claude looked at her, picking his tongue and licking only the part where Philia twitched. She sounded like she wanted to c*m as he did this.

Philia simply closed her eyes and furrowed her eyebrows to accept the pleasure. She accepted him stiffly, so she’s already used to his body.

If taming her body was his goal, then he had already succeeded. Not forgetting the pleasure he had given her for the first time, Philia moaned beautifully like a delicate instrument whenever he touched her.

“Please, go back…!”

If it goes on like this, she will be taken here at the table where food was being served. Claude watched as Philia shook her head.

It was always like this when her eyes returned to focus. Claude saw Philia saying that she wanted to get out, and he wanted to chew her like the food on this table.

Would this thirst be quenched if he chewed on the soft and tender flesh and swallowed all of it? This longing and desire, which he felt when he first saw her, did not disappear even when he put her in front of him.

He thought, looking down at Philia. When Philia was in this mansion, why did this thirst quench for a while? He did not know.

“Ahhnngh!”

Unable to resist that desire, whether it was sexual or simply his appetite, Claude held Philia on the table. His dark red arousal invaded her entrance.

Philia looked at him with tear-soaked eyes of resentment. It’s like she was asking why he wouldn’t listen to her.

Claude was in a good mood. The color on Philia’s face, which had been constantly being erased, was applied again. The redness on her cheeks implied her resentment of him, but the color was so beautiful that he ferociously drove his lust into Philia.

The table shook and its creaking sound permeated the air. It wasn’t as loud as when he would thrust into her more sincerely, but at least it was satisfying to make a sound that wrapped around him tightly.

“Ha, Huuuhh!”

It was lewd and bizarre to see a hideous big pillar digging between the pretty bushes and the gaping flesh. Still too tight to accept his manhood, she held her breath. That high voice echoed through the dining room.

Claude kissed her neck, stroking her slightly sweaty hair.

Claude’s face moved closer to Philia’s. His face was close, as if demanding her kiss, but she turned her head.

“Mmmh!”

Claude grabbed Philia’s chin, turned her face, and ran his tongue inside her lips. As he turned his hips slightly, he pressed his lips against her face, and she felt her dry insides quickly getting wet and slippery.

“Ha, keugh, haa.”

He got drunk on Philia’s body. He watched as the woman accepted him with her whole body, and Claude was immersed in his thoughts. Since when did this woman become so good?

Since when did he start thinking that he’d go crazy if it wasn’t this woman? Since when did he start getting hurt by her words, by the look in her eyes, by her expression of dislike?