Be Fascinated

Chapter 14

“Hnnnnngh!”

Philia twisted her body and moaned out loud. Claude stroked her erogenous zones with his lips. His roving tongue, his delicate fingers. Philia grew impatient.

“Even though I love you so much, you wanted to leave?”

“Ah, Your Highness, please! Hmngh!”

He pressed her cl*toris with his thumb. With a tingling sensation, she flinched and arched her back. As he saw this, he slipped his fingers in.

“Yes, you were so excited to eat mine here.”

“…….”

“Philia, tell me. Do you still want to leave?”

Even though he said it affectionately, his touch, which stimulated the inside of her walls, was very rough.

Philia couldn’t speak. As soon as she returned, she entered his room and she was caressed by him even while she wasn’t fully undressed yet. She didn’t even have time to think about anything else.

“Heuhk!”

His fingers slipped out, and after grabbing her ankles and stretching her legs to the limit, he put his fingers in her again.

“Hagh, ahhn, aaahhh!”

She said she hated it, but she was so used to making these noises. Without knowing how crazy this sound drove him.

Philia bit her lips tightly. Philia reached her climax as she struggled to control her expression that was about to unravel, excited by all this pleasure.

“Hmmmngh!”

Her back was arched as she lay down. She melted completely into Claude’s embrace. Panting, Philia looked at Claude.

Claude squeezed Philia’s arm. His eyes blazed with lust. He would become one with her over and over again so that she wouldn’t be able to have any thoughts.

Wouldn’t it be nice if he could just swallow her whole? He looked at her swollen breasts. He would really like to eat her. She let out a painful moan as he set his teeth and bit her.

Even the voice of pain seemed to make blood rush to his lower region. Hurry up, he wanted to put himself in.

Claude was unaware of the concept of coercion and pressure. Had he known, he wouldn’t have brought her in the first place.

Then, Philia sobbed. Could it be the tears of helpless prey standing in front of a beast that would devour her?

“No, no…”

“……”

“I don’t like it, I really hate it…”

Philia cried and looked at Claude. No matter how much Claude tried to fill her with pleasure, his face was still so blank.

“Your Highness, I really hate it…”

She cried. Claude noticed that the strength in her body was gone. It meant that he could do whatever he wanted. Without even the slightest resistance, she took a deep breath and wept. Her chest swelled and swelled with each breath.

Just like the day she watched the march of the real saint. She started sobbing.

Hearing her say that she didn’t like this, Claude stopped everything.

She hates it? Why?

He felt frustrated. He wanted to know how to change the feeling of ‘dislike’ that Philia had for him. He turned round and round his head.

“Why?”

Claude asked. He wanted to know why Philia hated it. For someone like him, it was truly a major development.

He, who did not know anyone else’s feelings, was flustered by the changes in Philia’s emotions. And so, he forgot his own desires, compelled to ask her instead.

Hearing those words, Philia began to sob. You don’t know why? Philia felt discouraged by his ignorance. Didn’t he know what he was doing now? Did he truly not know how frightened she was, how scared he was?

“Did you run away because you hate me?”

“…….”

“Philia.”

What made Philia even crazier was that his tone of voice now seemed strangely hurt. He terrified her a lot, and he treated her as if he was forcing her to have a relationship with him, but now he was asking her why she hates him.

“I’ve satisfied you enough.”

Even though she had never harbored anger, Philia was only angry this time.

“You did all of that because you like it, what nonsense are you talking about!”

Those were the wildest words Philia had ever said in her life. Nonsense. Claude, who Philia lashed out at, was slightly overwhelmed by this. It was the first time Philia had said anything like this, and even so, Claude couldn’t deny it.

“I… Every time, the body… Only with the body…”

“…….”

“I don’t want to be your mistress.”

Philia wept. It was shabby, but her sincerity came out only then. Claude asked.

“Are you a mistress? Philia, are you?”

“You said you wouldn’t get married!”

Philia answered that question that was out of the blue. Claude didn’t know what was wrong.

“Why?”

“You don’t have any plans for the future yet we keep going like this… If I just keep sleeping with you, what… what then…”

Philia sobbed. Claude asked.

“So, do you want to marry me now?”

“…….”

“Mistress… Yes, this is what they call a mistress.”

He seemed to have just learned the definition of mistress. In her fury, Philia thought extremely for the first time.

Who would think of this person as a wise Crown Prince?

Right now, he was being so stupid.

“Haha…”

Claude burst out laughing. Just what about that was funny? Philia stared at him.

“I just don’t want to get married, Philia.”

“…Yes?”

“I don’t think there is much need to do that.”

Claude said briefly. Instead, he came down from where he had threatened her and laid back next to Philia.

“Do you think I only covet your body? Like coveting a mistress?”

At that question, Philia carefully nodded her head. Claude grinned.

“I want to get everything if possible.”

What is that… It was an insidious, dangerous-sounding confession. Philia also turned her back on the bed, and Claude laughed and stroked her flowing hair. His smooth hand grabbed her lips.

“I’ve wanted to devour you from the beginning.”

Claude said in a whisper, as if possessed. Philia opened her eyes wide.

“…You wanted to… devour me?”

Such a scary word… Claude did not answer Philia’s terrified question. Instead, he just thought of something else.

He had a little guess as to why Philia had left. It was obvious from the way she brought up the word ‘mistress’. If it goes well, she could get a house and live peacefully, or choose to be poor when his favor towards her would cool down. Either that, or she would get assassinated in the middle of the night to keep her mouth shut. Normally, no one would want to do that.

But, she wanted to get married.

Did she want it…

He laughed.

“I will never get tired of you.”

“…….”

“Because I like you.”

The sweet confession came out quite bluntly. Philia’s face turned red. Considering that Claude’s expression is a bit unusual, can she just take it as a sign that he liked her from the start?

“I prepared this house for you too.”

“…Really?”

At Philia’s question, Claude nodded his head.

“And marriage…”

“I don’t mean to do it now. Now I know. I just do not wish to be treated as a mistress.”

“No, I am not getting married.”

“…Why?”

“That’s…”

Because his teeth clenched, recalling his parents. The Emperor and Empress, husband and wife. He was terribly disgusted with their relationship. But he was reluctant to talk about it here.

It still is. The reason he couldn’t take her to her Imperial Palace was because of his extraordinary mother, the Empress Dowager. The Emperor and the Empress, even if they had children, watched each other and considered each other enemies.

“When Your Highness becomes Emperor, you must welcome the Empress and give birth to the successor.”

“I will give my throne to my brother.”

Philia heard it as a promise to name his brother as successor. Can she really trust him? Can it be said that this person likes her now, and that he even bought a house and brought her home? Is that really not a lie?

“Then…”

Philia needed an explanation. But Claude hugged her, Philia.

“I never thought of you being as trivial as a mistress.”

“…….”

“I have no intention of letting you go.”

Philia’s heart pounded. She hesitated as to whether or not she could indulge in this happiness or not. Is it enough to believe this absurd explanation and be happy that he loves her?

“Then don’t ever think about running away again.”

“…….”

“If you’re worried, I’d rather give this house to you.”

She didn’t want that. Philia still couldn’t believe the feelings he was expressing.

“Do you still hate me?”

But now, looking at Claude’s face, Philia felt something. The clumsy way of speaking made it seem like this was the most difficult thing Claude had ever said.

“It was a lie to say I hate you. I like you.”

Philia shook her head. Then Claude bit her neck.

“Mmh!”

When Philia looked at him with a slightly resentful look, Claude grinned.

“I didn’t know ‘like’ is such a good word.”

Seeing this, Philia’s face brightened. This is a happy face.

‘This person likes me.’

Philia’s heart brightened. It’s okay for the explanation to be lacking. She didn’t care if she wouldn’t be able to listen to why he didn’t want to get married. Philia’s hazy mind was cleared. So she decided to trust people again.