“Aaaah…!”

With his c*ck lodged in Cyrus’s throat, the s*men went straight down his esophagus. Perhaps because they had been doing this every day for several days, the ej*culate appeared pale like urine.

Cecil, with his c*ck still thrust into his brother’s mouth, shook his waist gently, wrapped in the afterglow of his org*sm. The finger remained inserted in his an*al p*ssy. After staying stiff and unable to move for several seconds while tears streamed down his face, Cecil was about to collapse when Cyrus caught him and embraced him.

“Brother, are you okay?”

“Y-yes, I’m fine, hic…”

Cecil whimpered from the excessive pleasure, then sobbed with tears streaming down his face. Tear tracks ran down his cheeks that still retained some baby fat, and for a while, Cecil burst into tears in his brother’s arms. He couldn’t bear the sensation of org*sm.

After crying like that for a while, Cecil seemed to come to his senses after about ten minutes and wiped his face. His black eyelashes, clumped together from tears, looked even darker than usual.

“Why does my brother cry so easily?”

“Because you do strange things…”

“So did you dislike it?”

A voice tinged with laughter asked. Dislike it… Could something like this be expressed as like or dislike? This pleasure couldn’t be expressed by such simple preferences. It was a climax that felt like his breath was momentarily cut off. But if he had to determine whether that sensation was pleasurable or not, the answer was fixed.

“…I didn’t dislike it.”

After pondering for a moment, Cecil answered honestly, and Cyrus smiled brightly. He pressed his lips to his brother’s cheek with apparent pleasure and adjusted his embrace.

“Me too, I didn’t dislike it either. It was good.”

“Really?”

“Yes, really.”

Only after hearing from his brother that it was good did Cecil offer a faint smile. Cyrus pressed his forehead against his brother’s and sighed deeply.

“Brother, I like you.”

“Me too.”

When he says he likes him, the answer comes back naturally. But this answer would also apply to their fathers and to Alesia. Cyrus knew this well and wore a faint smile.

*

After that, whenever they had a chance, the two boys began to press their lower parts together away from people’s eyes, sucking each other’s g*nitals and caressing each other. The act, like thievery, created addiction and became impossible to stop.

Cecil, who had been raised gently under the protection of his fathers in the mansion, expressed his feelings honestly and remained more naive compared to his peers. He sensed that these acts should be done in secret, but he didn’t seem to understand why.

Cyrus found such a Cecil foolish and sometimes frustrating, but on the other hand, he also considered it fortunate. If Cecil hadn’t been this pure or naive, he would have questioned their activities.

‘It’s okay to go slowly.’

After all, since they were brothers, there was no chance of them separating. The saying that blood is thicker than water didn’t exist for nothing. So, uncharacteristically, he felt reassured until one day.

That day was scheduled for the visit of the home tutor who came three times a week. Alesia had forgotten her homework and frantically copied the assignments of the two boys, while Cyrus and Cecil gave advice beside her, saying things like “write this part differently” or “if you copy this part, it will be obvious.”

Just after Alesia hurriedly finished her homework, an elderly woman appeared in the room where they were to have their lesson.

“Hello, Mrs. Sherlem.”

“Yes, did everyone have a good week last week?”

“Yes. It was good.”

Cyrus answered like that and lowered his hand under the table to play with Cecil. When he felt a light slap suggesting not to do it, Cyrus pretended to rest his chin on his hand and hid his laughter that was about to burst out.

“Did you all finish your homework?”

“Yes!”

“Good. Let’s check the homework later and open to page 238. Today we’ll learn about the Orleans Imperial Family.”

The moment he heard those words, Cyrus’s face turned pale and stiff. The home tutor, who hadn’t noticed this fact, only looked at the book. Only Cecil, who glanced at the seat next to him, tapped Cyrus’s hand seemingly asking what was wrong, but there was no response.

“The Orleans Imperial Family has deep ties with our kingdom. You all know well that two of our royal family members married a princess and prince of the Orleans Imperial Family in the past, right?”

“Yes.”

“Do you also know the purpose of the marriage?”

“It was for friendly relations.”

Cyrus, who had been quietly listening, answered, and the home tutor smiled. It meant the answer was correct. But she didn’t stop there.

“That’s right. But behind this friendly relationship, there was another reason. It was because of the harmful effects of consanguineous marriage.”

When the home tutor stopped speaking, a silence like cold water being poured enveloped the room. Alesia’s eyebrows frowned slightly.

“Consanguineous marriage?”

“Yes. That’s right. The Orleans Imperial Family was an imperial family where consanguineous marriages were prevalent, and as generations passed, the harmful effects became so severe that the imperial bloodline was on the verge of extinction, so they held a political marriage under the name of friendly relations with our kingdom.”

“But I haven’t heard of such a story.”

“Until now, it wasn’t a story that young ladies and gentlemen like you needed to know. But since you might have to serve the royal family in the future, it’s good to study it now.”

The home tutor answered Alesia, who had spoken questioningly. She nodded and closed the book.

“I see. I think I need to explain about the Orleans Imperial Family first. The Orleans Imperial Family, though not well known, is an imperial family with severe harmful effects from consanguineous marriages. Do you know about consanguineous marriages?”

“It means marrying close relatives, right? I heard that in some countries long ago, consanguineous marriages were common to preserve royal blood.”

As a familiar term came up, Alesia smiled brightly and answered confidently.

“That’s right. Consanguineous marriage refers to marriage between parents and children, siblings, or cousins. Generally, behind such marriages was an attempt to preserve the bloodline, and among them, the Orleans Imperial Family was an imperial family where the harmful effects of such consanguineous marriages were serious. There were so many side effects that it’s difficult to list them all.”

The children looked at her with serious faces at the teacher’s explanation.

“The most representative figure would be Prince Fiore, who died at the age of nineteen. Prince Fiore was born between Prince Michel and Princess Charlotte, who were third cousins. Of course, both of them were also born from consanguineous marriages, but let’s talk about that later. Anyway, Prince Fiore exhibited extreme side effects of consanguineous marriage even within the Orleans Imperial Family, and the damage appeared both physically and mentally.”

“What kind of damage?”

“First, Prince Fiore was not only so physically ill that he could barely get out of bed, but he also had a serious hunchback. He also suffered from mental illness and displayed extreme violence. So much so that it was fortunate that he had to lie down every day because his body was weak.”

“He had to lie down every day?”

When Alesia asked, the home tutor nodded and answered, “He was very weak physically.”

“Second, Princess Charlotte, who was Prince Fiore’s mother, also suffered from serious mental illness. She not only suffered from auditory and visual hallucinations, but her cruel temperament also made it common for the servants who attended her to die. She existed in an abnormal state, suffering from delusions such as thinking her husband was trying to kill her or regularly beating servants who were beside her, claiming they had stolen her things.”

The home tutor, who had been continuing her explanation, hesitated for a moment and then resumed.

“Moreover, Princess Charlotte’s other son, Prince Eren, perhaps unable to overcome the atmosphere of such a household, also had a forbidden relationship with Prince Fiore.”

“By forbidden relationship, what kind of…?”

“It means there was s*xual contact between them. Between blood brothers. Something those young princes would never have done in a normal environment. Are there any questions so far?”

The home tutor finished speaking and looked around at the children. But Cyrus, who would normally ask various questions, remained quiet, staring at the book almost glaring at it. Cecil beside him also had a pale complexion and kept his lips tightly shut.

“Young Master Cyrus?”

“Yes.”

“Do you have any questions?”

“No.”

Seeing their unusual behavior, the home tutor could only guess that something was wrong with the children. Instead of asking Cyrus more questions, she continued.

“Sometimes animals are also subjected to inbreeding to obtain specific breeds. For example, Kilas, known as the royal family’s prized horse, was obtained through inbreeding between a mare and her son. While we cannot deny the excellent quality and abilities of that horse, we should also be well aware of what happened behind the scenes. Do you know how many other horses were sacrificed to obtain that horse?”

The home tutor looked at each of the three children, but no one answered.

“As many as six horses. As you all know, the gestation period for horses is 11 months. After years of repeated births, the mother horse died immediately after giving birth to Kilas. And among the horses born, only two horses besides Kilas survived, but even these two died within a few years because they had severe problems with their jaw joints and couldn’t swallow food properly.”

Six horses… Cecil flinched as soon as he heard those words. His face, which had turned pale white, was sweating cold. He felt confused about what all the stories he had heard meant. Inbreeding. Blood relations. Disease and delusions.

“Even before that, deformed children born from incest were considered products of evil and were sometimes buried alive. All sins resulting from ignorance.”

The home tutor clicked her tongue and opened the book again.

“Of course, not all children born from incest are born deformed. There’s a possibility of carrying but not expressing the deformed gene. But regardless of that probability, humans should maintain their dignity as humans before engaging in incest or inbreeding.”

“…”

The home tutor made eye contact with each of the children and moved her lips.

“At all times.”

*

“Brother! Brother, wait a moment.”

It was after the lesson. The home tutor had left.