Be Fascinated - Chapter 26
Translator and Editor: Effe and Yonnee
“Philia, just as you grew up with the expectations of becoming a saint, I grew up in the same way to become an emperor.”
Philia looked at Claude, startled. Did that mean he threw everything because of her? The reason he became the Grand Duke…
Philia looked at Claude. But Claude was still staring at Philia. At that unusual expression, Philia exclaimed.
Claude looked at Philia and smiled.
“Philia, you. I mean. I don’t know how to feel.”
However he said he didn’t know emotions, yet he seemed to know them. No, Philia knew his feelings. Claude laughed in front of her. He laughed as if he was happy.
It was a lie and a deception that she fell into his hands… Claude, who was clearly delighted in it, was there. Didn’t she believe it too?
However, he lied so many times that she only believed that it was a lie. Claude stroked Philia’s cheek.
“You wanted to get out of here too.”
“I thought you would smile at pretty things too.”
“You coveted me too.”
“You wanted to sleep with me too.”
Philia looked at Claude. She knew. After meeting him a few times here, she had already found out about her feelings. Whether it was selfishness or her heart for him, there was just one conclusion.
She cannot return to this place, the temple, again.
Slowly, the strength in Philia’s body was drained.
Claude noticed it immediately. As if swallowing a prey without resistance, Claude began to bring his appetizing prey to a simmer. One by one, the buttons on the robe fell off.
He teased the white mounds that were soon revealed with his tongue. The clingy sound resounded in the sanctuary. In a holy place, she was being swallowed by the devil.
He rubbed Philia’s bare shoulder with his tongue like a candy, leaving a bright red mark.
Claude grabbed Philia and laid her down somewhere. Philia gave herself even though she knew where it was. This was the altar. She was like a young, fragile animal offered to the gods.
Touching the pert n*pples with his hands, Claude ripped her clothes off with one hand. The clothes split. Seeing the naked body wrapped in pure white clothes, Claude looked at her with satisfaction.
The ripe flesh in this white shell has always been sweet enough to his tongue. Looking at the plump mound, he leaned down.
His fingers gently stroked the most sensitive areas, stimulating them.
“Ah. Not… there.”
A sense of numbness was revived at the same time as a thrilling sensation. While she was excited by Claude’s roaming caresses, the guilt for the immorality, too, was revived.
This was a temple where her god was watching. Was it right to mix bodies like animals here?
But before she could even think of it, Claude leaned over and pressed his lips over her. As his moist tongue teased her cl*toris, she arched her back.
What couldn’t not be done? Her world had already shattered. It was here that she was made to be a fool in the first place.
There was no such thing as the arms of god to return to. Come to think of it, even if she was a real saint, nothing would have changed.
Because she had already fallen, because she had already become vulgar.
‘The creature that has been taunted by your hand will reward you with disrespect here.’
Philia laughed coldly. And she saw the devilish person.
The Crown Prince, who stood at the pinnacle of the Empire, gave up on becoming Emperor and chose to be with a woman who was no one. Philia couldn’t understand it.
At the orgasm provoked by his tenacious tongue, Philia rolled her waist as her body shook. Her vision seemed to be twinkling and shining.
It was a shame that the one who was the saint was now writhing wholeheartedly in pleasure. Nevertheless, it became another pleasure.
Her pure white face was dyed red like a peach. Her eyes, relaxed by the desire, looked at Claude as if hurriedly. Tears were still flowing from her eyes.
The reddish-brown eyes looked at her, and he stretched out his hand gently.
But Philia had no intention of listening to it. Because he was the only one who could set Philia free. Like a sacrifice to god, she awaited the next step.
Spreading her helplessly laid legs apart, the man shoved the lustrous red manhood between her thighs. It was dripping with fluids.
He didn’t insert himself, going only back and forth between her soaked legs. But this was also a great stimulus. Claude looked at Philia who was lying down.
Her clothes almost stripped, her eyes hazy, her face flushed and her lips red. As if excited, her chest huffed up and down.
It was such a beautiful sight to see a disheveled woman who had abandoned her god and instead left everything for pleasure.
To the extent that it cannot be compared with the innocent saint in the scripture.
Just looking at her like this made his body tingle. With just a few movements, he acted on his sacrilegious desires.
The devil’s affection splashed across her upper body. Seeing the s*men splattered on her pure white body, Claude felt a sense of satisfaction. She was looking at Claude with blue eyes. Whether it was a refusal or an urge, she did not open her mouth, so he had no way of knowing.
He stripped off Philia’s clothes, which had lost their function. Claude lifted her back and sat her down and placed his lips on Philia’s.
“Do you not like it?”
“You don’t like it, Saint.”
“Don’t call me that.”
If he doesn’t provoke her like this, Philia won’t say anything. That’s why.
At the point where she decided not to reject this act, it was only natural for Philia to be eaten by this devil. Philia closed her eyes as she watched him lick his lips, sticking out his tongue in satisfaction as he leaned towards Philia, who was sitting on the altar. Even looking at it was painful. But it stirred Claude on.
At first she was angry to death. When Philia was angry, he felt euphoric. He was also hurt by her rejection. While Claude was getting to know her, Philia was losing everything.
Claude, seeing it, exclaimed.
“Please, tell me.”
Claude’s hands became rough. Her body turned upside down as she looked at Claude, and then her hand touched the altar.
She knew what was going to happen. His upper body was placed on her back. He whispered in her ear.
“If you don’t want to do it looking at my face, I’ll do it from behind you.”
“You like it from the back, too.”
She felt a sharp pain between her legs that were spread apart. Her entrance, who was already wet, dripping with honey, swallowed his big c*** in one go. She gripped the altar so tightly that her knuckles turned white.
“No, you don’t have to tell me.”
“Because you don’t like it no matter what.”
Claude moved his waist slowly. His thing filled her inside, went out and came back in.
His hard tip pierced her legs without forgiveness.
“Ha, uh, no…”
Slender waist like the gourd-shaped bottle, and a red-hot p*ssy that swallows his dark-red pillar deliciously. As the movements were repeated, the pillar glistened with liquid, and her voice began to turn into moans.
This was the reason Claude was filled with ecstasy. Even without a drug, she was excited about having sex with him. She lost her reason. She came into his embrace with a relaxed expression.
“If you don’t like me, just don’t look at my face. If you want it for the rest of your life, I will do it.”
“Ahhh, huh… Hnnngh!”
He called her name like a madman. In response to the stiff waist, the suppressed moan turned into an outright lascivious one.
Philia’s body betrayed her will, and she chose the easiest way. She will collapse helplessly in pleasure. Who would think she had once been a pure woman who worshiped god since her childhood.
“Ahh, uhhhng! Hnnngg!”
A prostitute wouldn’t be so obscene. Without a rest breaking through her wet crevices, his manhood dug in at a deep and fast pace.
“Aahh, ahk! Haanggh!”
From her mouth as she was now accustomed to the male’s thrusting, a hoarse voice came out of her mouth. This was the mating of beasts. Both Philia and Claude knew it well.
The woman who became a beast was buried in the sea of pleasure without hiding it. He clasped his hands on her white clenched fist. The strong pillar was pushed hard between the legs that were spread helplessly.
“Ah, ahh, haaahhhhhh!”
All the senses of her body were focused on her own lower body that was receiving him. At the same time as her moan, she reached her climax. As she collapsed, she sobbed at the feelings, whether it was afterglow or sadness.
Claude, who saw Philia sobbing with his head down, pulled out of her. White s*men fell on the blue marble floor.
Philia lifted her body. She turned her body to Claude and picked up the clothes that had fallen. She picked it up and looked in front of her, and it was right in front of the statue.
The corners of her lips tugged up at how she mingled with a man in front of it.
It would have been unimaginable if she had only offered prayers. In front of it, she loosened her hands, which she had always gathered, and looked up at the stone statue, with a ‘dirty’ body that showed traces of their love affair. It was a perfect, yes, a very perfect corruption.
Philia felt the man standing behind her.
“Do you want to pray to god?”
As if mockingly, Claude’s voice was heard. Philia then put her hands together and said her prayer. With a vulgar body that shared the most sinful love affair in the temple.
‘O god, Father of all things, who was my master. Now the foolish woman who thought she was your daughter has fallen from grace and is gone.’
Tears were dripping down.
Then, Claude wrapped his arms around her neck and waist and hugged her. She leaned against his tight body. Claude’s wet lips touched her nape.
Philia knew that his lust had rekindled. Or had it not cooled down in the first place?
Philia thought she’d surrender her body to the devil’s hand. Maybe, even if he held her for a few days, this man’s desire would not go away.
Philia kissed the devil who had corrupted her. And he held Philia roughly again and again.
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