The night looked painted with charcoal black.

The child woke up in the darkness, rubbing his eyes. He had felt the urge to urinate. The bright moonlight shone through the uncurtained window, revealing half of the child’s face.

It was an exquisitely beautiful face that would startle any observer. The androgynous face had cheeks seemingly brushed with pomegranate juice, and the black curly hair appeared as noble as that of a mythological figure who exclusively enjoyed a goddess’s love.

The child possessed beauty enough to attract mischievous fairies, but one peculiar thing stood out—small snakes tangled up in the child’s bed.

However, the child showed no fear of these vibrantly colored snakes, casually yawning and stretching in place. At that moment, a golden snake slithered out from under the blanket, sensing the bed’s movement.

And what unfolded next was truly bizarre.

When the yellow snake awoke and moved, repetitive crunching sounds emerged. Then the glistening snake scales tore apart, revealing arms sprouting from within, the body splitting to form legs. The boundary between neck and shoulders formed, and bright golden hair, resembling scales, became disheveled. Finally, in place of the snake appeared another child with beauty rivaling that of the black-haired one.

“Cyrus, why are you up?”

These children were Cecil and Cyrus, two of the count’s three children. Cyrus, a light sleeper, had immediately awakened upon sensing his brother stirring. Had it been Alesia who’d gotten up, he might have pretended not to notice, but knowing it was Cecil, he couldn’t leave him alone.

But instead of explaining this, Cyrus simply shook his head dismissively. He knew Cecil would feel sorry if he learned that he had woken Cyrus.

“I need to use the bathroom.”

“Really? Me too.”

Cecil, who had eaten plenty of fruit punch during last evening’s special meal from the chef, smiled brightly. Cyrus stared at that smile for a moment before pointing outside.

“Beautiful.”

“Wow… Really!”

Cecil let out a small exclamation as he turned his gaze to where the finger pointed. Cyrus secretly felt satisfied with this reaction and stared again at Cecil’s gaping lips.

While he himself didn’t find anything particularly moving or impressive about the scenery, Cecil loved sparkling, shining things. Sure enough, the sight of him smiling at the display of countless stars in the night sky was satisfying. Cyrus felt grateful that his own hair resembled Leira’s, shining brightly like the sun.

“Cyrus, let’s go outside and look.”

“Okay.”

Cyrus, who never knew how to refuse anything his brother suggested, nodded and got out of bed. Despite the bed shaking, Alesia remained sound asleep. Cecil moved carefully to avoid waking her as he stepped out.

The surroundings appeared pitch black, and the mansion stood so quiet it seemed even a single water drop might shatter the silence. Though little illuminated their way besides dim lights, this posed no problem for these extraordinary children.

The two held hands tightly and walked through the mansion corridors, chatting about topics like snacks given by friendly servants or homework assigned by their tutor. The conversation mostly consisted of Cecil talking and Cyrus responding. It was just then, as they were heading downstairs.

“Haah… Ah…!”

A strange sound came from somewhere. It was a noise they had never heard before. The two children exchanged glances and tilted their heads. They couldn’t tell exactly where it came from or what it was, but it felt like a very strange and ominous presence. For some unknown reason, it felt like a sound they shouldn’t be hearing.

Cecil wanted to ask Cyrus what the sound was, but somehow his lips wouldn’t part. It felt like he shouldn’t question this sound at all.

Animal instinct told him to pretend not to hear and continue on his way, but this moaning sound, like someone in pain, aroused curiosity. Because of this, the two children instinctively slowed their pace and began to move stealthily.

“Aah! Please… Edwin, ungh…!”

Just then, through a slightly open door, the source of the sound, they heard the name of one of their fathers. The voice calling that name belonged to their other father, Leira. The voice that usually told amusing stories in a clear tone now pleaded in distress.

For some reason, cold sweat ran down their backs. The frightened Cecil unconsciously grabbed Cyrus’s arm, embracing it. And the moment he put his eye to the crack in the door to identify the source, Cecil felt so shocked he couldn’t even scream.

Inside the room where light leaked through, two bodies were entwined. The first thing visible was b*ttocks raised toward the ceiling. The white, round bottom had turned red from repeated strikes by something, and thick white liquid poured out from the crevice in the middle.

“Ah! Haah…! Ugh, it hurts…”

“That’s not what you should say while sucking c*ck with your p*ssy.”

“It hurts…”

Leira, pinned down by Edwin, whimpered that it hurt. It wasn’t clear what was hurting, but Edwin’s reaction seemed strange. Edwin usually responded very sensitively to Leira’s physical condition, reacting acutely to even the slightest pain or abnormality.

Some might call it excessive, but now he just laughed mockingly despite Leira’s complaints of pain.

“Hurts, you say… Does it hurt a lot?”

“Mmhmm…”

When Edwin asked, Leira responded with a sorrowful “yes, yes.” Cecil almost stamped his feet without realizing it, barely managing to restrain himself. He wanted to rush into the room and beg Edwin to stop hurting Leira. But Edwin’s feelings appeared different as his sarcastic voice followed immediately.

“Why are you making a fuss again?”

“Aahn! Ngh! Ngh! Aah!”

“You like the pain, don’t you? I know how crazy you are. Hmm?”

With those final words, Edwin covered Leira’s mouth seemingly annoyed and began moving his hips rapidly. One muscular arm hooked under a white thigh.

A massive organ with bulging veins pulled out completely before plunging back into the widely spread hole between the b*ttocks. Each time the organ plunged in, Leira, mouth covered by a hand, groaned and moaned, while the ankle resting on Edwin’s broad shoulder dangled limply.

It was Edwin’s voice that Cecil had never heard before. Cecil broke into a cold sweat, deeply shocked by the profanity his father had uttered. Then Edwin lowered his head and began sucking on Leira’s chest, making extremely filthy sounds. This behavior seemed impossible to imagine from the father who always ate so neatly.

The solid physique that always provided stable embraces now pressed down and oppressed Leira. The muscles writhing solely to move according to his own will appeared repulsive, yet somehow stirred something within.

Leira, mouth covered, howled and struggled. When that kicking served as a signal, Edwin began penetrating even faster than before. Leira’s white b*ttocks tensed, and clear liquid gushed onto the floor beneath the bed. Simultaneously, the white legs spread wide apart. Even just looking at the spread position, Leira’s exhaustion became clear.

Edwin moved his hips a few more times against the limp body before pulling out his organ, as thick as an adult’s forearm. Leira’s body looked extremely narrow and thin, but from inside emerged an impossibly long organ that seemed endless.

“Ugh…”

Cecil, who involuntarily gagged at the sight, covered his mouth in surprise. Looking at Cyrus with startled eyes and instinctively scanning the room, he met a pair of green eyes staring in their direction.

The gaze resembled one looking at an inanimate object, Cecil thought.

The look suggested either that he had known of their presence all along or had just discovered them. Either way, it conveyed indifference. The always kind and reliable father, though quiet, was nowhere to be found here. Cold sweat dripped down Cecil’s round forehead.

After staring intently for a while, Edwin turned away with an expressionless face and embraced the exhausted Leira. Cecil slowly backed away, took Cyrus’s hand, and ran back to their room.

“Haa, haa.”

Cecil, who had firmly shut the door, trembled and leaned his back against the wall.

“Brother, are you okay?”

When the usually quiet Cyrus asked in a concerned tone, Cecil raised his head seemingly coming to his senses, pushing back his sweat-soaked hair.

“…”

Cyrus seemed unaffected. Did that mean only Cecil reacted sensitively? Cecil couldn’t be sure. He felt so shocked that he couldn’t even distinguish whether he was traumatized or not, yet Cyrus remained calm.

“…I want to sleep.”

But Cecil, unable to ask Cyrus anything, staggered to the bed. Cyrus followed behind, recalling what he had seen.

Both of their fathers were men. Until now, this fact seemed so obvious that he’d never thought about it. This meant that neither of them could conceive a child.

Yet despite this fact, Leira had carried them in his belly for months, and the memory of rolling around in that womb, feeling the warmth, remained vivid. In other words, the two men had broken a taboo.

Cyrus recalled the male body moving powerfully like a horse pushing off the ground, and the n*ked body trembling underneath, crushed beneath him. Before his eyes now was Cecil’s white face, trying to close his eyes to sleep. When Cyrus put his arm under the blanket and held his hand, Cecil flinched but didn’t pull away.

Cyrus suddenly felt he knew what he wanted to do with Cecil.

He wanted to break the taboo.

*

“Still a baby, our young master.”

“…I’m not a baby.”

The next morning, a red-haired servant smiled as she took away the blanket. Cecil had wet the bed during the night. The servants, unaware of what had happened before dawn, laughed and teased Cecil comfortably.

As a result, Cecil’s face turned bright red as soon as he woke up. When even Alesia joined in, calling him a bed-wetter, Cecil nearly burst into tears.

“It’s okay. Brother ate a lot of fruit yesterday. That’s why it happened.”

Even when Cyrus tried to comfort him, Cecil couldn’t feel at ease. The scene from last night kept returning to him. So he headed downstairs looking dejected and gloomy, and at the bottom of the stairs, he spotted Edwin.

“Dad!”

As soon as she saw Edwin, an excited Alesia ran down the stairs first. Edwin lifted her up naturally and kissed her on the cheek, asking if she had slept well. His attitude remained no different than usual.