Be Fascinated

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Chapter 16

“Y-Your Highness!”

He rolled up her golden skirt and pulled her underwear down roughly. Her white butt caught his eye. Claude’s hand rubbed her cl*toris.

“Uh, uhhmm!”

An honest response came back. Claude inserted his p*nis that had stood the moment she came in.

“Heuhk…….”

Philia’s hand against the wall turned white. Surprisingly, her insides were already wet.

“What were you thinking about that you’re already so wet?”

“…….”

“What were you thinking about, hm? Tell me, Philia.”

Claude whispered persistently. When Philia hesitated to answer, Claude raised his hand and slapped her a*s firmly.

“Hnngh!”

“Why are you so wet?”

A softer tone. Philia knew during their relationship he always had a harsher tone.

But, had she gone crazy with all this obscenity? She preferred to be treated with harshness. When he hit her butt like this, a thrilling energy ran down her spine. She just went crazy when he thrusted his manhood inside her.

“Haagh!”

Again, her inner walls twitched as she clenched over him tightly. Claude stroked her red flesh. Philia’s bottom, with his dark red genitals buried, was also dyed red.

“Philia, I think you like being hit.”

“…No.”

“Huh? If you don’t like it, there’s no reason for you to hesitate when responding.”

The overwhelming pillar of flesh that had not fully entered penetrated as if piercing her walls.

“Tell me what you were thinking about that you got so wet.”

“I, I saw Your Highness in my dream when I was taking a nap earlier. Mmngh…”

“Then what did you do? Hmm?”

“…Your Highness, no more please….”

“Hmm? How did I do it?”

Claude patted her bottom as if it was a warning. Philia’s face turned red. She finally closed her eyes tightly and shouted.

“You, you did this from the back like this! Huhk!”

Claude’s excited movements accelerated. Her inner walls surrounding his manhood continued to twitch. It felt marvelous. It was like she was melting around him, painstakingly caressing him inside.

“More…”

“I don’t want to say… Kyaak!”

He slapped her on the other side of her butt and she knelt down. Her bottom was burning.

“L-Lying down like this…”

“Then?”

“Like… An animal…”

“Like this?”

“Yes, hnnngh!”

Claude shoved it in roughly, and Philia let out a scream. A small scream mixed with shame and guilt during the act was brief, but now he could hear her voice fully.

“Hagh, hngh, mmmh, unnggh!”

Philia looked like she was going crazy. While Claude did not come to the mansion, she must have been missing him, and she dreamed of sleeping with Claude. How surprised she was when Claude suddenly came to visit her not long after she woke up.

The orgasm she felt in her dreams didn’t go away, and when he actually inserted it in that position, it felt like she was going crazy. Even now he was wilder than he was in her dream. He was like a beast in heat.

“Do you like me?”

“Uhhk, hnnnggg!”

“Say yes, Philia.”

Claude said this in a whisper. Philia nodded her head frantically. She greedily took in his length and swallowed it whole in the place that dripped an overwhelming amount of fluids.

Philia moved her hips to respond to his pounding. With her legs spread out, like a female beast, in the same heat as she accepted her mate, she took him in and responded to his each and every thrust.

The pleasure that Claude offered was like no other. It was even more than she thought before. His low moan could be heard in the movement. More than anything else, it was proof that he was excited.

Claude mixed his body with her again and again, when there are many women who are obviously beautiful and good. So she trusted Claude.

His thick length pierced and stabbed her walls. Saliva dripped from her red lips, not knowing what to do with the familiar but sharp pleasure. In the end, even her arms became weak and she fell down. Her swaying breasts were squashed to the floor as she drew an obscene curve to her movements.

“If you wished for this, you have to do it to the end.”

“Heuk!”

His hand slapped her on the a*s again, and she forced strength into her arms and rolled her waist. Her face was dyed red as though it was about to explode, but her vision was white from the pleasure he gave.

Philia shook her back and swallowed his pillar of flesh. When she lifted her head, she saw the mirror that had not been removed. Philia looked at the mirror. Mating animals were seen. A beast that was desperate for pleasure…

Philia looked at her own figure. She looked completely different from before, when she didn’t know men and didn’t know pleasure. Loose eyes, red cheeks. It is the face of a woman who is more lewd than Liza who was mixing sleeping with a man.

How could she make a face like this… A sharp moan came out of her lips. She looked at the huge male that dominated her.

The body she had always seen when he was on top collided with her as if it was about to swallow her body. She looked at Claude’s face. She had the eyes that Philia feared, and the face that looked down at her… Meanwhile, Philia thought he was terrifying.

But with that blatant and obscene gesture, she eventually reached her climax first.

“Huuuungh!”

Claude pulled out his length. He looked at Philia’s back, quivering with excitement, and touched his own genitals.

The figure that had not yet climaxed soon reached its peak in seeing the body that had just been embraced by his own.

“Hagh…”

Warm, white s*men splashed on her waist as if to mark his territory, then as he panted with satisfaction, he spoke.

“You are mine.”

“…….”

“You are mine.”

Claude lifted her waist and held her from behind. As she sat on his firm thighs, she looked up at Claude.

“Claude.”

“You can’t live without me, hm? Tamed like this…”

Philia, trembling with pleasure, could not refute Claude’s words. It started out as a weakness, but eventually, she became accustomed to the pleasures he gave her as Claude continuously became one with her over and over again.

“Tell me you’re mine.”

“I’m yours.”

Philia looked up and spoke to Claude, and Claude kissed her. Feeling the tongue piercing wildly, Philia thought it was going to be a long night.

Philia woke up. She liked the soft, gentle quilt atop her naked body. Staring at the sunlight shining through the window, Philia stared blankly at the wall. Then, the door opened. Philia raised her body as she knew it was of course Paula.

“Philia.”

“You haven’t gone yet?”

Philia blushed and covered herself with the blanket.

“I miss you a lot today.”

Claude smiled and sat down on the bed. His eyes scanned Philia’s body with satisfaction. Neck, shoulder, collarbone… Everything was filled with the red marks he had made.

Claude’s large hands grabbed her face and kissed her cheeks slowly.

“It smells good.”

“Because you washed it.”

Philia chuckled. Philia looked at Claude and asked a question that came to mind.

“Your Highness. May I ask you something?”

“Hm?”

“Why do you speak harshly yet formally at times, and sometimes you don’t?” *

“Do you want me to be harsh?”

Claude asked curiously. Philia shook her head.

“I’m just curious. I am no longer the saint.”

“Sometimes I feel like I’m being rude when I speak harshly.”

“Yes?”

“Because of my position. I feel like I’m giving orders when I’m speaking harshly. Even if you’re not a saint, it feels like we’re having an unbalanced conversation.”

“So, what is that feeling?”

“I want to respect you, talk to you properly and softly.”

Philia’s eyes widened at Claude’s words. Both of her cheeks were dyed red. That was what she was trying to say. She’s not a saint anymore and he didn’t have to be so respectful of her anymore.

However, even though she was not a saint, it was an unexpected answer as he spoke properly to make her feel respected.

“Then why are you harsh sometimes?”

“I’m so out of my mind that I can’t even think straight. Sometimes there are real orders. For example, take it off.”

Philia laughed bitterly.

“What is that?”

She said so, but the tip of her nose turned red. It was as if tears were welling up.

“I am yours.”

Philia lowered her head and said. Claude smiled.

“Claude, you’re mine too.”

Philia took a little more courage. She used to be a saint, but now she was nothing. It was Claude who saved her and brought her back.

She knew that his obsession was a bit excessive. She also knew that he had a selfish streak.

“I’ve already been yours all this time.”

At Claude’s words, Philia grinned. Claude touched Philia’s bare shoulder. When Philia looked up, he looked down at her and smiled.

When she first met him, he was a figure she had never imagined. With only Philia in his eyes and smiling wide, how could it be said that it wasn’t love?

“Claude.”

“Hm?”

“No.”

She unwittingly opened her mouth and tried to tell Claude that she loved him. But she swallowed those words without realizing it. It was because of the uneasiness that remained on one side of her heart, the sudden feeling of being alone, and her shyness.

Instead, she took Claude’s hand and tried to kiss Claude’s cheek. But she didn’t reach him well with her height. She got her knees up and tried to kiss him, but lost her focus and she lost the blanket that was covering her body.

“Kyaak!”

Whatever thought she had, it came out with a pretty cute voice. Claude grinned and looked at the naked Philia. A dark glimmer appeared in Claude’s eyes.

“So, at times like this, I’m all that’s in your mind.”

Philia widened her eyes. He kissed Philia on her lips in an instant. Naturally, her body was laid on the bed.

“Ah… since this morning!”

“I know you’re tired.”

Claude smiled and looked at Philia trapped under his arms. The blanket went down, and her soft skin smelled of the flower water and perfume that had washed her body. Once again he wanted to bite her soft flesh and roll it with his tongue.

“I want to hold you like this, but…”

Claude remembered those in the Imperial Palace. The Emperor was laying down, but his mind was alive. The Empress, too. This time, if they found out that he had yet to come back, they’d attach someone to surveil him.

Philia’s figure lying on the dark blue sheet was like a painting. Bright blonde hair, blue eyes. Watery eyes filled with strange expectations. Eyes that were full of affection towards him.

Claude suddenly felt that everything had been filled. Everything was perfect.

His lower body hardened again, but he was forced to bear it by putting his mouth to her lips.

When Philia met his eyes, she smiled with a shy face. He knew why Philia was doing this now.

Even though she was not a saint, he treated her with respect.

He didn’t give a nice answer, but what he said this time was really sincere. Because it was a problem with his frequent slanderous conversations. Such swearing will cause resentment in people.

So that she wouldn’t feel this, he spoke respectfully to Philia.

‘Was it something you would be so happy about?’

Respect.

Claude etched the word into his mind. And, he seldom said this.

“I didn’t tell you, but Philia.”

“…… ”

“You can do whatever you want in the mansion.”

“…….”

“As long as you don’t run away from me.”

“I’m not running away.”

Philia took Claude’s hand and interlocked them. Claude liked it. In another sense, it seemed to be unreasonable. To be precise, his rationality was still there, but there were too many things to consider. Is this what it feels like to be excited? He thought he wanted to do anything for her.

He didn’t want only to hold her anymore—he just wanted to be with her. However, Claude left his regrets behind and went out of the room.

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note: Claude speaks with honorifics with Philia at times, but at other times, he speaks informally. it’s not really apparent in translation though because English doesn’t have any levels of formality, unlike Korean, that’s why the phrase ‘speaking informally’ has been translated as ‘speaking harshly’.

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