Chapter 37
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Chapter 37
Philia said this strongly. Where has the always obedient and docile Philia gone? The good and beautiful saint had fallen to ruin like this.
“Is it a choice to mix your flesh with that bastard like a dog in heat?”
“…….”
The grip on her hair became stronger as Irik looked at Philia.
“I was trying to understand what you were doing.”
“…….”
“I slept with women in that temple.”
Philia’s eyes widened. The devout Irik slept with a woman, no, women?
“It was fine. I now understand why those people—those lustful bastards—were doing that. If that part in their middle was cut off, they’d be like idiots.”
“…….”
“And I realized something. One of those lustful bastards was me.”
“…….”
“And you, too, were a lustful woman.”
Philia bit her lip and glared at Irik. Irik pressed his lips to Philia’s lips and kissed her. She couldn’t move her hand, so she turned her head to resist, but she couldn’t resist the hand that was gripping her face strongly.
The inside of her mouth opened, and Irik’s tongue pushed in. A dirty kiss. Philia eventually relaxed her body and she accepted his kiss.
Then, Irik’s kiss became deeper. He was so skillful that it was unbelievable if he had not mingled with women before, and that this was a priest’s kiss.
“Uhh… mmhh…”
His breathing quickened, perhaps even more excited by the groan that leaked out of her breath. The man’s rough lips, which had been ravaging her for a long time, fell.
Irik gasped for air and looked at Philia.
“Kissing you… is more thrilling… than I thought.”
“…….”
“I think I’m going crazy. Haa…”
“Brother, why!”
“Didn’t I tell you? Philia. I worshiped you and loved you.”
“…….”
“What else am I to do if you are not worthy of worship?”
Philia clenched her teeth and looked at him. Irik has also changed from before. Everything went crazy and changed.
“Philia, the Grand Duke couldn’t have let you go, so you must have fled and came here, right?”
“…….”
How did he know? At the look on Philia’s expression, Irik said while sniffing Philia’s hair.
“Of course. I’m crazy like this too, there’s no way he can’t go crazy.”
“…….”
“Aren’t you curious? Claude Piast, did he really let you go?”
“…….”
“If he comes before I do anything to you, he’s just been watching you. All that happened is that you were moved into a bigger prison than before. You can’t escape.”
“No, no!”
“But if not…”
Irik kissed Philia’s neck. As she struggled, the thin clothes she was wearing were torn to pieces. She was being treated like this by a man whom she once regarded as her older brother. Philia looked like she was going mad.
Here, all she could do was helplessly await for Claude to rescue her.
Irik’s hand caressed Philia’s thigh and spread her legs apart. Philia shed tears.
“Philia, I know you don’t want to be with me.”
Irik looked at Philia.
Philia was under his control. Now everything seemed to be right.
He saw the red mark he had left on her neck. He saw Philia weeping. What about the legs that are spread out there? Her skirt rolled up, revealing her white thighs, and blood rushed to his lower body as he watched her gaze.
He seemed to understand why Claude had coveted her. Philia was the best woman.
Here was his own fallen woman.
Irik pondered whether or not to really hold Philia here. What would happen if he held Philia roughly just as if had f*cked those prostitutes?
Irik took off his pants. He had a ferocious, bulging manhood. Philia looked at it with astonishment.
“No, no!”
The veined manhood revealed its blatant desire for Philia.
“Brother, you weren’t like this!”
“You made me like this.”
Irik smiled sadly. He raised his hand and grabbed his length, stroking it. As the clear liquid from the tip spread across his genitals, it glistened.
The fallen priest no longer considered his erect manhood to be a sin. He didn’t even feel terrible. All he had to do was grab it by his hand and stroke it, making Philia the object of his lust.
“Haa, Philia, haa…”
“…….”
Irik pleasured himself right in front of Philia. The tapping, smooth sound of liquid and the murky voice coming out of the man’s mouth was terrifying and she shut her eyes tightly.
“Open your eyes, Philia, or else I’ll just f*ck you right there.”
Irik looked at Philia’s blue eyes wet with tears. He took pleasure in this act. That she did not want to see him doing this.
Everything that had already collapsed, collapsed even more from that point on.
“Haa… Haa…”
The sound of his masturbation became muddy because of the liquid that had flowed out. The blatant sound echoed too loudly within Philia’s narrow house.
Irik narrowed his eyes, contemplating whether to f*ck Philia or not.
No, never. He also had his own imagination. There will be the right time to hold Philia. Still as ever, he was a man of patience.
“Haaa!”
How warm would it be if he buried his manhood between those narrow legs? How lovely Philia was? She wouldn’t like it, so later she would cry and make pretty moans. It would be better to be sincere and seduce her.
That would drive him crazy again.
“Haa, haa!”
Irik moved closer to Philia. He wanted Philia to see clearly the depths of the feelings he harbored.
The fallen priest did not hesitate to defile his saint.
The priest’s immoral face, masturbating against her soaked hair, was as beautiful as he was enchanted. But it was just a terrible nightmare for Philia.
“Haaaahk!”
White fluids splashed all over her body. The pure white face, the exposed neck, and the half-exposed thigh. Philia was then freed and bowed her head. Tears were dripping down.
Irik picked up his clothes roughly, and he whispered in her ear.
“If I had decided to hold you now, it would already be done.”
“…….”
“Congratulations, Philia. You have finally escaped from the Grand Duke.”
“…….”
Philia swallowed her cry.
“What… What are you doing?”
“Trying to take revenge on the Grand Duke.”
“…….”
“He corrupted you and you corrupted me. He messed everything up, so he has to pay the price.”
Irik lifted Philia’s head and gave her a small kiss on the cheek. No, it wasn’t a kiss, but a lick over the s*men that had spattered on her cheek.
Irik’s sadistic attitude, which had transformed him, was worse than that of Claude’s demeanor. It was so self-indulgent that just imagining what would happen next gave her goosebumps. Irik carefully wiped away all of the s*men that splattered on Philia.
“Philia, I want you…”
Then, the door slammed open.
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Philia’s eyes widened. Claude was standing there. He was holding his breath, looking at her, and Irik.
She still couldn’t get away from him.
Philia looked at Claude. Claude was here. She felt relieved.
But she should be glad she was saved, but she couldn’t figure out why she felt desperate.
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Chapter 37
Philia said this strongly. Where has the always obedient and docile Philia gone? The good and beautiful saint had fallen to ruin like this.
“Is it a choice to mix your flesh with that bastard like a dog in heat?”
“…….”
The grip on her hair became stronger as Irik looked at Philia.
“I was trying to understand what you were doing.”
“…….”
“I slept with women in that temple.”
Philia’s eyes widened. The devout Irik slept with a woman, no, women?
“It was fine. I now understand why those people—those lustful bastards—were doing that. If that part in their middle was cut off, they’d be like idiots.”
“…….”
“And I realized something. One of those lustful bastards was me.”
“…….”
“And you, too, were a lustful woman.”
Philia bit her lip and glared at Irik. Irik pressed his lips to Philia’s lips and kissed her. She couldn’t move her hand, so she turned her head to resist, but she couldn’t resist the hand that was gripping her face strongly.
The inside of her mouth opened, and Irik’s tongue pushed in. A dirty kiss. Philia eventually relaxed her body and she accepted his kiss.
Then, Irik’s kiss became deeper. He was so skillful that it was unbelievable if he had not mingled with women before, and that this was a priest’s kiss.
“Uhh… mmhh…”
His breathing quickened, perhaps even more excited by the groan that leaked out of her breath. The man’s rough lips, which had been ravaging her for a long time, fell.
Irik gasped for air and looked at Philia.
“Kissing you… is more thrilling… than I thought.”
“…….”
“I think I’m going crazy. Haa…”
“Brother, why!”
“Didn’t I tell you? Philia. I worshiped you and loved you.”
“…….”
“What else am I to do if you are not worthy of worship?”
Philia clenched her teeth and looked at him. Irik has also changed from before. Everything went crazy and changed.
“Philia, the Grand Duke couldn’t have let you go, so you must have fled and came here, right?”
“…….”
How did he know? At the look on Philia’s expression, Irik said while sniffing Philia’s hair.
“Of course. I’m crazy like this too, there’s no way he can’t go crazy.”
“…….”
“Aren’t you curious? Claude Piast, did he really let you go?”
“…….”
“If he comes before I do anything to you, he’s just been watching you. All that happened is that you were moved into a bigger prison than before. You can’t escape.”
“No, no!”
“But if not…”
Irik kissed Philia’s neck. As she struggled, the thin clothes she was wearing were torn to pieces. She was being treated like this by a man whom she once regarded as her older brother. Philia looked like she was going mad.
Here, all she could do was helplessly await for Claude to rescue her.
Irik’s hand caressed Philia’s thigh and spread her legs apart. Philia shed tears.
“Philia, I know you don’t want to be with me.”
Irik looked at Philia.
Philia was under his control. Now everything seemed to be right.
He saw the red mark he had left on her neck. He saw Philia weeping. What about the legs that are spread out there? Her skirt rolled up, revealing her white thighs, and blood rushed to his lower body as he watched her gaze.
He seemed to understand why Claude had coveted her. Philia was the best woman.
Here was his own fallen woman.
Irik pondered whether or not to really hold Philia here. What would happen if he held Philia roughly just as if had f*cked those prostitutes?
Irik took off his pants. He had a ferocious, bulging manhood. Philia looked at it with astonishment.
“No, no!”
The veined manhood revealed its blatant desire for Philia.
“Brother, you weren’t like this!”
“You made me like this.”
Irik smiled sadly. He raised his hand and grabbed his length, stroking it. As the clear liquid from the tip spread across his genitals, it glistened.
The fallen priest no longer considered his erect manhood to be a sin. He didn’t even feel terrible. All he had to do was grab it by his hand and stroke it, making Philia the object of his lust.
“Haa, Philia, haa…”
“…….”
Irik pleasured himself right in front of Philia. The tapping, smooth sound of liquid and the murky voice coming out of the man’s mouth was terrifying and she shut her eyes tightly.
“Open your eyes, Philia, or else I’ll just f*ck you right there.”
Irik looked at Philia’s blue eyes wet with tears. He took pleasure in this act. That she did not want to see him doing this.
Everything that had already collapsed, collapsed even more from that point on.
“Haa… Haa…”
The sound of his masturbation became muddy because of the liquid that had flowed out. The blatant sound echoed too loudly within Philia’s narrow house.
Irik narrowed his eyes, contemplating whether to f*ck Philia or not.
No, never. He also had his own imagination. There will be the right time to hold Philia. Still as ever, he was a man of patience.
“Haaa!”
How warm would it be if he buried his manhood between those narrow legs? How lovely Philia was? She wouldn’t like it, so later she would cry and make pretty moans. It would be better to be sincere and seduce her.
That would drive him crazy again.
“Haa, haa!”
Irik moved closer to Philia. He wanted Philia to see clearly the depths of the feelings he harbored.
The fallen priest did not hesitate to defile his saint.
The priest’s immoral face, masturbating against her soaked hair, was as beautiful as he was enchanted. But it was just a terrible nightmare for Philia.
“Haaaahk!”
White fluids splashed all over her body. The pure white face, the exposed neck, and the half-exposed thigh. Philia was then freed and bowed her head. Tears were dripping down.
Irik picked up his clothes roughly, and he whispered in her ear.
“If I had decided to hold you now, it would already be done.”
“…….”
“Congratulations, Philia. You have finally escaped from the Grand Duke.”
“…….”
Philia swallowed her cry.
“What… What are you doing?”
“Trying to take revenge on the Grand Duke.”
“…….”
“He corrupted you and you corrupted me. He messed everything up, so he has to pay the price.”
Irik lifted Philia’s head and gave her a small kiss on the cheek. No, it wasn’t a kiss, but a lick over the s*men that had spattered on her cheek.
Irik’s sadistic attitude, which had transformed him, was worse than that of Claude’s demeanor. It was so self-indulgent that just imagining what would happen next gave her goosebumps. Irik carefully wiped away all of the s*men that splattered on Philia.
“Philia, I want you…”
Then, the door slammed open.
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Philia’s eyes widened. Claude was standing there. He was holding his breath, looking at her, and Irik.
She still couldn’t get away from him.
Philia looked at Claude. Claude was here. She felt relieved.
But she should be glad she was saved, but she couldn’t figure out why she felt desperate.
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Chapter 37Philia said this strongly. Where has the always obedient and docile Philia gone? The good and beautiful saint had fallen to ruin like this.Is it a choice to mix your flesh with that bastard like a dog in heat?.The grip on her hair became stronger as Irik looked at Philia.I was trying to understand what you were doing..I slept with women in that temple.Philia's eyes widened. The devout Irik slept with a woman, no, women?It was fine. I now understand why those peoplethose lustful bastardswere doing that. If that part in their middle was cut off, they'd be like idiots..And I realized something. One of those lustful bastards was me..And you, too, were a lustful woman.Philia bit her lip and glared at Irik. Irik pressed his lips to Philia's lips and kissed her. She couldn't move her hand, so she turned her head to resist, but she couldn't resist the hand that was gripping her face strongly.The inside of her mouth opened, and Irik's tongue pushed in. A dirty kiss. Philia eventually relaxed her body and she accepted his kiss.Then, Irik's kiss became deeper. He was so skillful that it was unbelievable if he had not mingled with women before, and that this was a priest's kiss.Uhh mmhhHis breathing quickened, perhaps even more excited by the groan that leaked out of her breath. The man's rough lips, which had been ravaging her for a long time, fell.Irik gasped for air and looked at Philia.Kissing you is more thrilling than I thought..I think I'm going crazy. HaaBrother, why!Didn't I tell you? Philia. I worshiped you and loved you..What else am I to do if you are not worthy of worship?Philia clenched her teeth and looked at him. Irik has also changed from before. Everything went crazy and changed.Philia, the Grand Duke couldn't have let you go, so you must have fled and came here, right?.How did he know? At the look on Philia's expression, Irik said while sniffing Philia's hair.Of course. I'm crazy like this too, there's no way he can't go crazy..Aren't you curious? Claude Piast, did he really let you go?.If he comes before I do anything to you, he's just been watching you. All that happened is that you were moved into a bigger prison than before. You can't escape. No, no!But if notIrik kissed Philia's neck. As she struggled, the thin clothes she was wearing were torn to pieces. She was being treated like this by a man whom she once regarded as her older brother. Philia looked like she was going mad.Here, all she could do was helplessly await for Claude to rescue her.Irik's hand caressed Philia's thigh and spread her legs apart. Philia shed tears.Philia, I know you don't want to be with me.Irik looked at Philia.Philia was under his control. Now everything seemed to be right.He saw the red mark he had left on her neck. He saw Philia weeping. What about the legs that are spread out there? Her skirt rolled up, revealing her white thighs, and blood rushed to his lower body as he watched her gaze.He seemed to understand why Claude had coveted her. Philia was the best woman.Here was his own fallen woman.Irik pondered whether or not to really hold Philia here. What would happen if he held Philia roughly just as if had f*cked those prostitutes?Irik took off his pants. He had a ferocious, bulging manhood. Philia looked at it with astonishment.No, no!The veined manhood revealed its blatant desire for Philia.Brother, you weren't like this!You made me like this.Irik smiled sadly. He raised his hand and grabbed his length, stroking it. As the clear liquid from the tip spread across his genitals, it glistened.The fallen priest no longer considered his erect manhood to be a sin. He didn't even feel terrible. All he had to do was grab it by his hand and stroke it, making Philia the object of his lust.Haa, Philia, haa.Irik pleasured himself right in front of Philia. The tapping, smooth sound of liquid and the murky voice coming out of the man's mouth was terrifying and she shut her eyes tightly.Open your eyes, Philia, or else I'll just f*ck you right there.Irik looked at Philia's blue eyes wet with tears. He took pleasure in this act. That she did not want to see him doing this.Everything that had already collapsed, collapsed even more from that point on.Haa HaaThe sound of his masturbation became muddy because of the liquid that had flowed out. The blatant sound echoed too loudly within Philia's narrow house.Irik narrowed his eyes, contemplating whether to f*ck Philia or not.No, never. He also had his own imagination. There will be the right time to hold Philia. Still as ever, he was a man of patience.Haaa!How warm would it be if he buried his manhood between those narrow legs? How lovely Philia was? She wouldn't like it, so later she would cry and make pretty moans. It would be better to be sincere and seduce her.That would drive him crazy again.Haa, haa!Irik moved closer to Philia. He wanted Philia to see clearly the depths of the feelings he harbored.The fallen priest did not hesitate to defile his saint.The priest's immoral face, masturbating against her soaked hair, was as beautiful as he was enchanted. But it was just a terrible nightmare for Philia.Haaaahk!White fluids splashed all over her body. The pure white face, the exposed neck, and the half-exposed thigh. Philia was then freed and bowed her head. Tears were dripping down.Irik picked up his clothes roughly, and he whispered in her ear.If I had decided to hold you now, it would already be done..Congratulations, Philia. You have finally escaped from the Grand Duke..Philia swallowed her cry.What What are you doing?Trying to take revenge on the Grand Duke..He corrupted you and you corrupted me. He messed everything up, so he has to pay the price.Irik lifted Philia's head and gave her a small kiss on the cheek. No, it wasn't a kiss, but a lick over the s*men that had spattered on her cheek.Irik's sadistic attitude, which had transformed him, was worse than that of Claude's demeanor. It was so self-indulgent that just imagining what would happen next gave her goosebumps. Irik carefully wiped away all of the s*men that splattered on Philia.Philia, I want youThen, the door slammed open.Read latest Chapters at Wuxia World . Site OnlyPhilia's eyes widened. Claude was standing there. He was holding his breath, looking at her, and Irik.She still couldn't get away from him.Philia looked at Claude. Claude was here. She felt relieved. But she should be glad she was saved, but she couldn't figure out why she felt desperate.
