Be Fascinated

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Chapter 28

She felt fear. However, Irik was faster. He stood in front of Philia. Slap! And stars splattered in her vision along with the sound. The swing of that hand was so strong that she fell to the ground.

“You dirty wench!”

“…….”

“You wicked thing, like an obscene whore!”

“…….”

“How dare you, in the temple. In the temple! Going at it like animals?!”

Spit. Irik spat on her. She looked up at Irik with large eyes. He was looking down at her with eyes looking at a filth.

Impossible. Did he see it? Philia opened her mouth blankly. And Irik hit her.

But was he the person who should get angry now? Did he just raise his hand against her without an apology for ‘ruining’ everything just because she slept with a man?

She felt hatred and betrayal that burned like hellfire. Philia looked at Irik with cold eyes.

This—this person. He was this kind of person.

Philia was no longer surprised. He’s the one who wanted her to be the saint. He never cared about her intentions, and he only wanted her to obey the doctrines given to her. So he thought she was the real saint, but didn’t he say that she might be sent to Kshamil for the name of peace?

“Why?”

Philia asked quietly.

“What?”

“Can’t I?”

“Philia!”

“You deceived me, can I not deceive you back?”

“…Ha!”

Irik smirked. He grabbed Philia by the collar and lifted her up. There was no such respectful consideration as before.

“Yes, you weren’t even a real saint anyway, so you slept with him like that.”

“…….”

“My training was very lacking. How could I mistake a woman like this for a saint.”

“…….”

“You know how good I was to you.”

“It must have been your good intentions to the saint, not me.”

Philia spoke back. Her lips were cracked open and blood dripped down. She smiled.

“Everyone is shameless, without even a single word of apology.”

“…….”

“Was I tricked by you into getting here?”

It had piled up in Philia’s mind, but she struggled to suppress it in her heart.

“I was tricked into doing this…”

Philia bit her lip and glared at Irik. Blasphemous witch. Whore. Now he had no reason to keep her. If you’re going to swear, then, at the sight of Irik, Philia was at the last straw.

I slept with a man. I also slept in the temple. What is that? What’s wrong with that? Why can’t I do it? I’m not a saint anymore?

Still, Philia despaired. Everything about how she’s been living, she regretted those moments.

At that moment, a large shadow appeared behind Irik. At the same time, a large hand slammed Irik on the head. Irik fell to the floor this time.

Claude was standing right behind him, glaring murderously at Irik. The reddish-brown eyes gleamed with killing intent. He took one step towards Irick.

With that alone, it felt as if he was pulling out his sword and cutting his throat. Irik felt it too.

“How dare…”

Both Philia and Irik knew. The stronger man here was Claude. Both in terms of physical strength and with power. They could feel the tension. If he took one more step, he would kill Irik.

Philia looked at Irik and Claude, then she took Claude’s hand. Seeing this, Irik’s eyes widened. Philia said to Claude’s gaze.

“Stop. Stop it.”

“…Are you defending this person in front of me now?”

“…….”

Claude smirked. It was clear that he must have harbored anger towards Philia. Seeing that, Irik gave a twisted smile. He couldn’t contain his feelings and opened his mouth.

“Grand Duke, do not pretend that you are different, you’re the same.”

“…….”

“Philia, you vulgar thing, do you think the Grand Duke would be any different? What is the difference between him and me?”

“Claude, stop it.”

As Claude tried to go further, Philia caught him. He looked intently into Philia’s face, and he grabbed her wrist and grabbed her shoulder.

“Filthy beasts!”

Irik looked at the two of them and spit out swear words. Claude looked back and smiled coolly.

“The High Priest should know that it is because of her that your head is still attached to your body.”

“……!”

There was a smirk in Claude’s eyes. Irik clenched his teeth. Philia glanced at Irik, then turned her body and walked away. Irik’s eyes went dark.

Immorality, depravity.

It was also there for Irik.

Last night, he visited the sanctuary to see if there was any problem with the holy water Bianca showed him, and he saw them f*cking like animals.

A black-haired man who bowed his back was holding her body and caressing her breasts eagerly.

At first he thought Claude was taking advantage of her. He intended to punish the bastard who dared to violate Philia.

“Nnngh!”

However, as soon as he heard that moan, Irik’s thoughts stopped. It was a sweet voice that he had never heard before. The familiar, amorous voice was owned by someone he knew.

“Hahh, Claude, hurry, please.”

Even that voice sweetly urged the man. As she lay down, she lifted her feet and rubbed it against the man’s crotch.

“I thought you didn’t like it?”

“Do it.”

Her plump thighs are lifted, and the man thrusted his manhood in and stirred.

“Hagh!”

As Philia lay down, she accepted the man without resistance. Irik witnessed the sacrilege of an innocent, unstained, and holy saint.

No, was it considered sacrilege? Since she wasn’t a saint, she may have been a witch in the first place.

His precarious worldview shattered. The white light of the sanctuary lit her beautiful naked body. The shiny naked body was vulgar and covetous. Her large breasts swayed slightly at the man’s shallow movements.

Irik looked at it as if possessed. He knew what Philia looked like when she seduced the man, how she accepted the man, how ecstatic—how mysterious she was.

The reddened blushes on both cheeks made her look as delicious as fruit. As she parted her red lips, all his nerves came to a standstill.

Blasphemous bastards and immoral beasts mingling in front of the altar where worship was to be held in the temple. He had to scream, stop it, and charge them with him.

However, why was he obsessed with this? Why was he so preoccupied with it? Why couldn’t he take his eyes off Philia as he was being held by that man?

She was obviously an ugly and lustful whore, but it was as if he had been seduced by a devil or a witch. Slowly, blood began to pool between his legs.

Irik panicked. He himself had an erection. Now, he felt lust after seeing the people who were entangled in the sanctuary. This was a greater sin than he imagined.

How can he condemn those wicked things with this appearance? He watched the mating without moving.

“AHH!”

Hearing Philia’s climax as if singing, he escaped from the sanctuary as if running away. Barely returning to his own room, he continued to recall the scene. The obscene sight did not leave his mind.

The white legs wrapped around the man’s waist. The witch’s coquettish voice. The face of a woman who knows pleasure, the face of Philia…

Irik took off his pants. The thing between his legs was already firmly erected. This was a token of desire.

The dark-red thing, with its bulging veins, showed a hideous presence as if it wanted to violate Philia.

“Ah, my God…!”

He sighed as he saw the ghastly erect pillar between his legs. The one who worshiped God was lusting after a woman’s body. Clear liquid was seeping out from the tip.

It wasn’t that Irik never got an erection. When he woke up in the morning, it would stand as he imagined Philia.

However, this was the first time it had been so blatantly erect. He, who had trained and calmed his mind, couldn’t stand it.

Irik unconsciously moved his hand and rubbed against the solid pillar of flesh. The feeling of his hand touching the sensitive area wasn’t bad. No, it was terrible, but it felt good.

He had to stop here. But the hand continued to move up and down, doing the most pleasing action.

At the first time he pleasured himself, a grayish turbid fluid flowed out quickly. He looked at the dirty liquid with a grimace. A salty smell burned up, and he felt like he was going to vomit.

Although he had climaxed, his erection did not go away. Irik looked down at his thing as if seeing something terrible.

“Why—why…”

Irik moved his hand. The more Philia’s face and voice came to mind, the more firm his erection became. He continued to stroke his manhood with his own hands.

He tried to erase it, but Philia’s face did not leave his head. No, maybe he’s holding on to it himself.

Irik imagined putting his own erect manhood inside Philia’s lewd secret place. In his own desires, he imagined Philia fell into his arms instead of being held by that bastard.

Just that alone, again, his peak happened quickly. He buried his seeds in his hands, and only then did he see himself.

Masturbating while thinking of that lewd woman was clearly far from the abstinence that God’s apostles should pursue.

“No!”

I did not lust for Philia!

I, I did not think that I want her!

But now his thing had proved it. He had lusted, and, unable to overcome it, masturbated alone and climaxed.

What made him different from them? Irik shook his head. As if in denial of his own heart, he continued to shake his head.

He cried out to God. Still, he thought of Philia again and again.

He wanted to bury his nose in that hair. He wanted to bite the nape as pretty as a deer. He wanted to take that soft breast and breathe his breath into those red lips. Licking those luscious thighs with his tongue, he wanted to shove his own thing into the devil’s trap and move like a beast.

“No!”

Denying his desires, Irik realized. This is not just a sudden lust. This was a mind he had denied for a very long time.

Alas, maybe from the beginning. No way, from the beginning…

It was a clear answer.

From the time he became an adult man and was next to Saint Philia, and from the time he stayed by her side as a close priest like a brother, he had been lusting at her like other priests and paladins.

He didn’t realize it, no, he knew he was pushing himself in the fire of hell, but he had been denying it all this time.

“Ah, God, no. No!”

But he continued to deny it. It was disqualifying as a priest to have a lust for a woman.

As a high priest, he has always been clean and lived the exemplary life everyone had hoped for. But, that wasn’t the first time?

“No! No!”

Irik cried. The more he denied Philia, the more his crotch stiffened again. He picked up a letter opener. Would he rather cut this off? Maybe it would be better to cut it off.

He picked up the knife and slashed it. Blood came out of his thigh. He laughed. His manhood, the source of filthy desires, was not removed, but only stabbed and wounded.

When he thought about it, he himself was crazy. Seeing Philia being held by another man must have made him really crazy.

“This is all because of that obscene woman.”

He took the easiest and most foolish way out. He blamed someone else, not himself. As a priest who had lost all the integrity he had built up, he willingly accused the precious woman he had loved and made her out to be a witch and a prostitute, wielding violence with resentment and anger.

Thus, he put an end to his love that had yet to bloom.

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