Through their perfectly joined lips, a thin, warm light seeped out like a thread.

Lucifer watched his wife being held by another man, offering her lips to him, feeling as though all the blood in his body was flowing backward. Though he was no longer Lala’s husband now. His thick eyelashes cast downward heavily, and beneath them, his blue eyes—embedded like jewels—wavered precariously like rough waves encountering a storm.

Tears that gathered instantly fell in drops along his pale cheeks. It felt like waking from a dream to face a terrible reality.

He was no longer Lala’s one and only husband but merely one of many suitors waiting for her choice. Yet he wanted to keep her by his side so desperately that he’d even stain her body black with poison, consumed by uncontrollable desire.

As a result, Lala now weakly received another man’s kiss while intoxicated by the poison.

Unable to contain his boiling anger, Lucifer rose abruptly from his seat. Though he wanted to stay and watch over Lala’s condition, hoping for improvement, he simply couldn’t endure it with a clear mind.

Self-loathing he had never felt in his life, terrible desire and jealousy, profound sadness and pain, all rushed in like a massive gust of wind. He wanted to die right then.

Clutching his abnormally pulsating heart, Lucifer barely managed to take steps toward the window. One last time, he looked back at the two still locked in a kiss. A pain like his heart being torn into ten thousand pieces pierced his chest. The second growth and transformation of the Taracan tribe, necessary to become a complete adult, was silently welcoming Lucifer.

* * *

Despite blowing holy power into Lala’s mouth for quite some time, there was little effect, just as Rictusa had expected. The holy power used for healing purposes was clearly different in form from that used in combat.

Even if he had successfully converted it, it would only pool shallowly in her throat, not strong enough to spread further down.

Seeing no improvement, Rictusa pulled his lips away with a look of disappointment. Still, it was fortunate that the poison spread between her fingers hadn’t transferred any further.

Apart from Lala’s complexion turning slightly pale, there were no other abnormal symptoms.

Just as Rictusa was breathing a sigh of relief, Lala’s tightly closed eyelids lifted halfway. Her gray-blue eyes, revealed under the light, still held onto a fragment of pleasure, not yet descended from org*sm.

“Lucifer.”

Her soft, cotton-like lips called out the name he didn’t want to hear. Shasha, who had clearly been mingling bodies with the monster long before he burst in, still seemed unable to assess her surroundings. When her gaze finally fixed on Rictusa, he involuntarily flinched.

Her silver-blue eyes, like a glass ceiling, widened, unable to believe the current situation.

“Brother?”

She seemed quite surprised, but didn’t think to cover her exposed n*ked body. Rictusa’s gloomy blue eyes slowly moved along Lala’s fair, delicate n*de form.

By now, Shasha was removing the towel and blanket covering half her body, feeling around the bed with her small hands to find her clothes.

Her form seemed almost like an ungraspable mirage, filling a corner of Rictusa’s heart with an urgency he had never felt before.

“Shasha, your clothes are here.”

He reached out hastily, afraid she might disappear before his eyes.

It would be a lie to say he had never harbored personal feelings for her, but Rictusa thought he had suppressed his desires for quite a long time. His fist clenched so tightly that his nails dug into his skin, amid the relentlessly surging waves of desire.

Among countless emotions, two stood out clearly, now gnawing at his heart and sowing dirty seeds upon it.

Shasha, pure as a white angel—the innocent sister he had only seen as a young girl—was now panting with pleasure, covered in a man’s s*men. The moment he witnessed this, strangely enough, the emotion that emerged from his depths was an inexplicable sense of betrayal. 

Though Shasha wasn’t blood-related, he even felt a subtle sense of taboo. In other words, it represented how Rictusa wanted to act with Shasha right now—an emotion too difficult to ignore or deny.

“Brother, I’m sorry for causing a disturbance in the middle of the night. You must have been surprised? That demon beast from earlier…”

However, Shasha’s words were cut off in mid-air. Her lightly colored lips mercilessly swallowed her voice and wouldn’t let go. For a moment, Shasha’s eyes lost focus and rolled back toward the ceiling.

“Mmph…!”

At first, Shasha was too stunned to know what was happening, but soon she came to her senses and began hitting the thick shoulders embracing her body.

“Mmm, ah…”

Just when it seemed they would separate, their lips immediately reconnected and entangled again.

Kissing a woman for the first time in his life, Rictusa was completely intoxicated by the sweetness and ecstasy, diving deeper into Shasha. His tongue moved busily, carefully yet boldly tracing the inside of her mouth and sweeping across the roof, not wanting to appear clumsy.

“Oh, mmph… Rictu—”

Shasha, regaining her sense of reality, pushed his chest with all her might, her expression fully awake, but he didn’t budge.

“Shasha, I… saw you.”

Rictusa finally pulled his wet lips away, breathing roughly after unleashing his desire to the point where the tip of his tongue tingled.

His uncontrolled hands traveled along the smooth curve of her waist and grabbed her ripened br*asts. Lala drew in her breath and tightly curled her legs, as if the heat that hadn’t been fully satisfied earlier was rising again. Her silver-blue eyes, like a glass ceiling, widened in disbelief at the current situation.

“I’ve heard you secretly pleasuring yourself in the bathroom, and today I even witnessed you mating explicitly with a monster.”

Rictusa continued with a somewhat pained expression. Yet he felt an indescribable satisfaction from his sister’s gaze, fixed on his face like a magnet.

“I can’t explain in detail the feelings I had then, feelings I couldn’t understand myself… Shasha, forgive me.”

“Brother, what are you—!”

Her lower region was still wet, not yet dry from the lingering effects of her lovemaking with Lucifer. Only after another urgent kiss did Shasha realize that he was unbuckling his pants with trembling hands.

The minimal attire he had put on while rushing over was now practically half-n*ked.

Earth-colored, elastic skin and an intimidating amount of muscles rising threateningly. In his haste, he hadn’t fully removed his upper garments and still wore a wide shirt, but below his waist, he was completely n*ked.

The room, where not even a speck of moonlight penetrated through the dense foliage, was in complete darkness. Unable to gauge Rictusa’s large member with her n*ked eye, Shasha trembled with anxiety.

Before taking in the scent of his sister’s flesh to his heart’s content, he spoke one last time.

“Of course, Shasha, this situation must be embarrassing for you, but…”

It seemed like he was asking for her consent while simultaneously trying to convince himself of something until he was certain.

Shasha was confused. s*x with her brother was something she had never even thought of in her dreams, and the situation of lying n*ked in bed with him felt unreal. Despite her mind naturally wanting to refuse him, the words wouldn’t come easily.

Shasha couldn’t understand herself. Similar to Rictusa, she also vaguely felt the thorn-like sense of taboo in a corner of her conscience.

Though they weren’t blood siblings, the impact of their relationship created by their environment was more deeply rooted than expected. He had been like a real brother to Shasha long before she was adopted into the Eros mansion. 

A deep, kind brother who cherished and loved her more than anyone.

They were close enough to pass as real siblings, and many people actually believed they were. The relationship was even more awkward because they were officially recorded as father and daughter.

Hesitating until the last moment, Shasha finally reached out and placed her hands on his back, which pressed down on her like a cliff face. His muscles were so detailed and firm that wherever her fingers touched, the well-trained back muscles bulged visibly through his skin with his movements.

The scent of her brother, which she was experiencing for the first time, left a lingering impression—subtle and comfortable like an autumn forest tinged with gold, yet with a heavy aftertaste. Feeling both languor and comfort from that scent, Shasha bit Rictusa’s tongue.

Though she had never once thought of him romantically, it was true that he wasn’t a bad man. But that wasn’t why she allowed Rictusa to have her body. Nor had he fully revealed his honest feelings to Lala.

Just like his scent now coloring her body, the affection accumulated in her heart prevented her from pushing him away. Of course, Shasha didn’t think it was passionate romantic love between a man and woman.

She had heard there were various types of love—perhaps storge, symbolizing the solid bond and affection between family members? Maybe she impulsively did this because she didn’t want to disrupt their relationship.

A misguided repayment to the man who had cherished and protected Shasha for a long time. Perhaps a kind of fear that if she didn’t accept his desperate request, their relationship would become irreversibly damaged.

As a man, Rictusa wasn’t bad. If anything, his flaw was being too perfect and excellent, to the point where no flaws could be found. That was evident, and Shasha acknowledged it. Yes, truly… as a man, Rictusa really wasn’t bad.

There was admiration, loyalty, and pure affection that blossomed for her brother, but no secret feelings she had nurtured privately. Yet Shasha simply parted her lips and mixed tongues with him until she was short of breath.

She let him squeeze her br*asts and pinch her n*pples with somewhat clumsy hands still unfamiliar with the act. She silently accepted all his movements that seemed considerate yet couldn’t restrain excitement, movements that only felt painful.

“Ah…”