Be Fascinated

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SUMMARY

The Oracle’s Saint was fake, and the fake deserved to be expelled from the sacred temple.In front of the fragile being who fell into the world without any protection, the first prince of the empire appeared and reached out. She had to hold his hands.“You don’t have to worry about anything. I’ll take care of you.”Not knowing that the affectionate man was having thoughts, blinking his eyes and imagining her spreading her legs.—I thought it was somewhat strange . When everything collapsed and abandoned her, He appeared as if it had all been organized.“Why do you keep crying, Dear Saint?”“….”“I’m not saying I’m going to kill you.”The maniac who desires to possess and swallow her all.

Be Fascinated - Chapter 1

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“Thus, the Word of the False God has been corrected, and the Holy Woman described by the Word of our True God is now worshipped here.”

For Philia, today was the worst. She gazed at the people standing in front of her. Everyone had their backs turned to her as they looked at someone else.

A woman standing between two rows of shrines approached with graceful steps. Philia stared at her with a blank expression.

That woman’s title once belonged to Philia.

Our lady, Saint Bianca.

The God of Mischief would send Saints down to let others know of his existence.

The Saint entrusted with this task was Philia. However, the new government, who had recently reviewed the Word of God, made their own decision, stating that the Word was misinterpreted, “fabricated” to be exact.

Philia had done nothing wrong, she was truly innocent. But the Word was properly reinterpreted and this new Saint was graceful and stately, the ideal Saint. She looked very different from Philia, and Philia had many doubts about herself.

Everyone began to cheer as Bianca, wearing the Holy Robes, smiled as she stood by the High Priest. Philia smiled bitterly and clapped.

“There’s nothing I can do.”

At that moment, Bianca looked at Philia. Following her gaze, the High Priest’s eyes widened.

“What are the priests doing, she’s still here!”

Everyone’s eyes were on Philia. Sadly, no one had been interested in her until now, after it was revealed that the Word was fake. Now, everyone was eager to find and bring new Saints.

Philia looked at the High Priest, who was no longer friendly towards her. He looked at her like she was something dirty that needed to be cleaned up.

Philia glanced around. Everyone was staring at her like she was a stranger.

Philia, who had been raised in the Temple since she was a child, no longer seemed to exist. Her loyal subjects, her Holy Knights, and even her servants were all looking at her with hostility.

Their eyes all seemed to be asking, “Why are you here, you fraud?”

When she was 13, the Word of God was declared and the High Priest had taken her away from her parents and forced her to live as a Saint. Everyone had been so sweet to her that she had quickly forgotten the sadness of leaving her family. But, their kindness disappeared as soon as it was revealed that Philia was not a Saint.

Swallowing her bitter emotions as if she were swallowing saliva, Philia stepped out from the crowd and greeted them while clasping her skirt in her hands.

“I’m sorry I wasn’t able to live up to your expectations. Thank you for being so kind to me.”

“…..”

“I won’t dare speak with God anymore. I wish everyone good luck.”

This was the last pride Philia showed.

I know they didn’t mean to make this mistake. In the past, women who received the Trust of God could also use the Power of God, which would prove whether they were Saints or not. But now, they can’t use His power. Therefore, the only thing that can identify a Saint is His Word. Thus, mistakes can happen.

“It’s my fault.”

Back then, I should have spoken up when the priests came to get me, calling me a Saint. When asked, I should have declined the High Priest’s offer without hesitation. It was my fault that I didn’t say anything. I was too afraid of losing their affection and love.

One day, at the age of twenty, holding back her resentment, a Holy Saint left the Temple and became an ordinary girl named Philia.

***

“Saintess!”

As she was mounting her horse, someone called out to Philia.

“Logan?”

He was one of her Holy Knights.

He said with a grin, “How can you just leave? That would make me sad, Saintess.”

“I’m not a Saint anymore, Logan.”

“S-sorry.”

At Philia’s words, Logan gave her an apologetic look. Philia, however, was fine with Logan’s mistake, since he was the only one who had come to find her.

“Eric will be sorry too.”

“If you’re a substitute for Eric, you should serve the new Saint as well.”

Eric was a knight who had served Philia and who refuted the fact that the Word of God was fabricated. Eventually, he had confronted his lieutenants and was imprisoned. It was regrettable that she could not say goodbye to Eric because he was a great commander in the Temple. But, it wasn’t good for him to be associated with her.

“Let’s go.”

“Pardon?”

“You were a loyal servant before you were a Saint. It’s dangerous to be outside by yourself, how could I let you go off on your own?”

“…..”

“I’ll take you home.”

Philia smiled at his words. Home. She thought she had a home. She did have a place she could go to. In exchange for becoming a Saint, Philia’s family had received an enormous amount of money. That alone brought her comfort.

How about living with my family? That would be a normal life. Best of all, I wouldn’t have to pray every morning. I wouldn’t need to read and memorize the Bible. I wouldn’t have to live a life for others. I can live a normal life from now on, that would make me feel better.

“Thank you, Logan.”

“You’re welcome.”

The corners of Logan’s mouth lifted upwards into a grin as he stared at the Saint’s back, who was now riding her horse.

It was quite difficult for her to ride a horse, since she always rode in a carriage. She became sunburned very quickly, so Logan took her to a lodge to rest.

“Thank you.”

Logan used his own money to pay for everything. Entering the room, Philia looked around at her accommodations. The walls were a murky gray and the large bed didn’t smell very good.

“I’m sorry that you have to stay here. I rented the best room that I could.”

“It’s all right.”

She had to get used to these kinds of accommodations from now on. She looked at Logan. Logan had not left the room. Instead, he was looking back at her.

“Logan?”

Logan responded to her question with an awkward look.

“I’m so sorry, I can’t let you stay alone, Saintess.”

“Pardon?”

“I wanted to rent a room next door, but they don’t have any more vacant rooms.”

“…..”

“It’s dangerous to stay alone in a place like this. I’ll protect you.”

Philia was reluctant, but she nodded her head. In the past, when she went on pilgrimages, there were times when her knight escorts would sleep in her tent. However, back then, she would also be with her maids.

“If you don’t like that, I can go outside and stand guard.”

Philia recalled the narrow corridors of the inn. She couldn’t send him out into the hallway. She was no longer a Saint after all. She no longer had to abide by the Temple’s strict rules.

Chapter 2

Be Fascinated - Chapter 2

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Chapter 2

The long shadow of the man swayed as the dim candle flickered inside the room. The black-haired man she saw again for the first time in years was handsome enough to make her hold her breath even in that situation, and his appearance forced her to blink over and over again.

“Your Highness… Crown Prince…”

None other than the Crown Prince of this country, Claude, was standing in front of her.

There was the sound of horses running and the wheels of the carriages rolling around them. Philia sat crouching in the carriage.

Her clothes had already lost their function, so she was clutching the cloak that Claude had put over her. Her eyes naturally gravitated towards Claude because they were sitting face to face, and Claude was looking at Philia, not knowing what she was thinking.

“Are you all right?”

“Yes.”

“I think you’ve been hurt.”

“…”

Claude’s rough hand brushed her cheek, at which she flinched. But Claude didn’t mind and continued to stroke her cheek.

Thump thump, her heart was pounding.

Philia bit her lip. On that day three years ago, he was the man who made such a mess of her heart. When she saw his flawless face, she lowered her eyes, unable to meet his gaze.

He was still the Crown Prince, and she was a fake saint. In addition, she almost got accosted by a man just now. She exhaled slowly, struggling with her shaky breath.

“It’s okay. Please let go of my face.”

“…”

At Philia’s refusal, Claude lifted his hand from her cheek. Philia sighed inwardly. As a saint, the habit of staying away from men was still second nature to her.

“What did Your Highness come here for?”

“There was an inspection around here. Then I had work at the temple, and I was heading there…”

“…”

“Saintess?”

“Uhmm… Nothing. I’m fine.”

Philia clutched the cloak and closer to her body with all her strength. It had been itching between her legs since before. No, strictly speaking, rather than ‘itching’…

“You seem to be in pain somewhere.”

“No, I’m okay!”

“Your face is red, Saintess…”

“It’s, it’s okay. Please.”

Her vision was blurred. She wasn’t completely in control of her mind. Claude got up and placed a hand on her shoulder.

“Ah!”

No matter who heard it, a strange sound leaked out of her mouth. Philia opened her eyes wide. It was like the sound of the woman over the wall. The air in the carriage subsided coldly.

“What did you eat?”

“I was… I was drugged.”

“What drug?”

A drug that makes you long for a man. Philia couldn’t afford to say such a thing. Instead, she only clutched her legs closer. At the strange feeling, her insides still tickled. Even the place seemed wet. As her reason began to numb, the truth flowed out of her mouth, contrary to her will.

“A drug that makes you want a… man”

Philia frowned painfully, covering her mouth. As she exhaled as much as she could, she seemed to make a strange noise again.

“It looks like you’re weak against the drug.”

“Yes…”

Sweat was dripping down. Philia gathered her wits about her, but the strength in her legs weakened. She closed her eyes, only moaning from her lips. She had no idea where she was heading or what would happen. Then, the carriage stopped. It seemed that they had finally reached our destination.

“I’m, I’m sorry. Your Highness. Ugh…”

She could feel the bitter taste of blood on her tightly bitten lips. Philia heard a tongue click.

“No need to be sorry. It’s not your fault.”

She could feel the touch that reached out and a hand gently brushing her lips. With just the touch, the sensations of her whole body went on edge. Claude was smiling as she looked at him with hazy eyes.

“Now, let’s get off.”

“I can…”

“No, you won’t be able to stand.”

As he said, Philia’s body did not move. He hugged her and got out of the carriage and took Philia inside.

“Ahhngh!”

She wished the cursed sound didn’t come from her mouth, please. Covering her mouth and holding her breath, she was lifted into Claude’s arms.

“This is your room.”

“…”

She was carefully lowered onto the bed. It was different from the bed she had slept in before. She looked at Claude looking down at her. She had no idea what Claude was thinking.

“Are you in pain?”

“…”

“I called the physician. Be patient.”

“…”

Philia nodded vigorously. She was relieved. Now, once Claude left, she just had to endure it alone in the room. But Claude did not go out. He even brought a chair and sat down.

“Your Highness…”

“What do you need?”

It was as if the despicably unreadable face was clueless to Philia’s impatience.

“It’s all right. I know it’s because of you’re weak to it, so breathe.”

“Uhhh… Even so… Ungg!”

Please, go out. She wished he didn’t have to see her like this, then she bit her lip and grasped the sheets.

“Your Highness!”

“What’s going on?”

The door swung open and a servant came in. His gaze automatically turned to Philia, but Claude’s body covered her. Red-brown eyes stared at his face to warn him. The servant coughed and said,

“It is said that the physician has gone to another town.”

“I see.”

The servant bowed his head and disappeared. As Philia lost the last ray of hope, she despaired. She thought it would be better for her to die.

“Did you hear that? What to do…”

She couldn’t even let out a groan, which was mixed with despair, at the troubled expression in his voice. Because even that sounded odd. All she could do was keep her mouth shut, swallowing the moan that leaked from her teeth, and hoped that the drug would subside. Sweat dripped down her forehead.

“You look distressed.”

“…”

She continued to cross her legs, giving it strength. The itchy part between her legs seemed to get better. A little more, a little more. Was it okay if she touched it with her hand? Her hand went down to the place she didn’t touch apart from when washing her body. However, now Claude was in front of her. She couldn’t do such a strange thing in front of him!

“Your Highness, Crown Prince… please.”

She looked at Claude with tears in her eyes. Claude was not embarrassed by this situation and was looking at her without an expression. He seemed to be in a world that was far from her urgency, humiliation, and longing.

“Please… What are you talking about?”

Unlike the high-pitched voice, a low, dry voice hummed. Knowing that even that voice was of a man, the feeling of wanting an affair swelled all over.

He walked over and knelt next to the bed on which she was lying and made eye contact with her.

He was as affectionate as a mother whispering a lullaby, but he was too tenacious to see a woman trembling in heat. Philia clapped her lips without knowing it.

“Please… please, go out. Pleaaaseee, hng!”

Not being able to bear it any longer, she lowered her hand and tried to touch between her legs, grabbing the bedsheet and scratching it.

“What will you do when I go out?”

Claude reached out and took her hand. Her head felt like it was boiling. Her eyes fluttered open.

Lick.

Claude opened his mouth, stuck out his tongue and licked her hand. Her fingers twitched at the slippery touch.

“Ah, Your Highness!”

“Are you trying to masturbate with your clueless hands?”

“Ahhh!”

“Should I help you?”

“Huuuu…!”

She looked into Claude’s eyes with bleary eyes, but there was no lust in those eyes. Only a clean, business-like gaze looked at her. She would rather die of shame.

How could a saint who should be chaste and pure, be so anxious for someone’s touch?

“I will keep it a secret from everyone.”

“…”

“You don’t know how to do it.”

“No, I know. I know, no!”

Philia exclaimed despite her shame. Sobs leaked from both of her eyes.

“You know?”

The corners of Claude’s lips rose. Oh, what to do. She was so focused on chasing him out, she suddenly became a woman masturbating behind his back

“No, no, that’s…”

“Which one is it? Do you want me to take care of it for you? Or would you like to take care of it yourself?”

“Al, alone…”

“All right.”

Claude stood up without any hesitation. She breathed a sigh of relief. As soon as Claude’s slender body disappeared from the room, she let out a choked breath.

“Ahhh!”

She seemed determined. She didn’t even have time to worry if he heard her. She untwisted her legs and rolled up her skirt. Maybe it’s because of the bruises? She felt a tingling sensation when over the bruises left by the other man’s rough hands, sweeping up her thighs that had been stroked.

“Huuhh!”

That alone stimulated her, and a sigh of pleasure came out of her mouth. She touched the spot of the burning problem alone. Naturally, her underwear was wet. She took it off, reached her hand, and, as if pleased, touched the place that spilled the liquid.

Her face frowned as her fingers glided across her cl*toris. She had to try not to moan any louder. Her whole body was twisting.

She suddenly remembered that Claude had been licking this finger until recently. Then if his lips touched here… How could she have such lewd thoughts? Her body grew hotter.

Her hands fiddling with her cl*toris became faster. She forgot her shame, spread her legs apart, and focused on her actions.

“Huuh, uuuhhnngg!”

As if this was it, her back lifted and trembled at pleasure. But it was strange.

‘Not enough.’

Something was missing. She remembered her first and last memory of a man and a woman’s union. Lisa and Logan. That hot and fervent look. His length had penetrated into Liza. Liza, who had a sweet moan with a satisfied expression, came to mind.

Would it be convenient to put that in? No. how to…! Fingers, can she put her fingers in? But she had no idea where to put her finger. She didn’t even have the courage to put anything inside her.

As such, she only moaned and pressed around the most sensitive bud.

Like this, okay, let’s just be patient. Until the drug’s effect is over, please… please.

However, she couldn’t figure out why her body was getting hotter and her legs were twisting. Her mouth was dry. Even the feeling of the sheet that touched her stimulated her. It was driving her crazy. She began to cross her legs again.

“Uhh, uhhk, uhhhkk!”

She wept as she let out a moan mixed with tears. It was resentful that her body did not obey her will, apart from the gruesome pleasures. Then, the door opened again. Philia, unaware that the door had not been closed in the first place, looked up at the visitor, Claude, with tears in her eyes.

On the other hand, for Claude, the appearance in the room was truly superb. There was the sweet smell in the room, and the figure of a woman who was at a loss for what to do with her skirt raised over her thighs. The redness on her white face and the accumulated tears stimulated his sadistic heart. Besides, because she had been in a hurry to take off her underwear, it hung by her ankle and she couldn’t take it off completely. For all men, she was the perfect image of lust that anyone would go crazy.

“Oh my, what’s going on?”

“Uhh, my body, won’t, calm down, heuk…”

Tears fell again. A lascivious sound continued to flow from her mouth, which she had forgotten to shut. There was no room for shame now.

“I heard that there are drugs that can only be solved by receiving men, that seems to be the case.”

Claude said in a stern tone.

“Can you take care of it on your own?”

“Huhh…”

“Can I help?”

“…”

“I’m not going to offend you like that delinquent. We can wait for the physician to come here.”

Claude said he would give her a choice. But, how cruel it was to have to choose…

“Bu, but… Forcing Your Highness to…”

Hearing that, Claude widened his eyes. For the first time in a long time, there was a ripple on the calm lake-like face.

“Haha…”

Claude raised the corners of his mouth and burst out laughing.

“Even in the midst of that, are you worried about me? Are you afraid you’re forcing me to do it?”

“…”

“I’m… Don’t worry.”

Claude nodded softly and put his arm on the bed.

“Because I’m in heat just like you.”

He raised Philia’s pale hand and put it over his crotch. It felt heavy and solid. Philia was startled by the magnitude of his desire.

When she noticed the desire flashing from his eyes, he climbed onto her body at once.

“Huungh!”

“It’s common sense. Who wouldn’t get excited when you make a sound like that?”

One of his hands lifted the cloak she was wearing. Through her disarrayed clothes, her bare chest protruded. His hand went down her waist, without touching her chest. Then she tightened her hand, clenching her thigh.

“Uhhhh!”

“So, which one? Can I help? Or will you endure it?”

“Huuu…”

“You have to say it yourself. If that’s the case, then I’ll be forced to hold you?”

“…”

“There is no need to be ashamed. It’s because of the drug. I think it would be better to do it with me than to suffer like this and be held by anyone else.”

“…”

“Or, maybe that male attendant from earlier would be better.”

The words were light, but somehow it felt scary. Philia closed her eyes tightly.

“Your Highness, please, please help me.”

“…”

“Help me, please.”

As she exhaled like that, she felt a sense of relief. She sobbed with her legs spread apart. With her body feeling weak, she struggled to turn away from the big man who was looking down at her.

“Hold me… Please…”

Claude looked at that lustful figure, as if possessed. An ascetic woman who had never known a man in her life was helplessly seducing him.

Her hardened cl*toris could be seen visibly as her trembling thighs were spread wide open. It was twitching, as if it had life on its own. As if right before he ate a fruit, he licked his lips with his tongue.

“As you wish.”

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