Rahul couldn’t forget the day he first met Elaine. She wasn’t a child born from his mother and father.

His biological sister had lived without a name and died before reaching her first year. His mother likewise died giving birth to a child who wouldn’t live long.

Rahul wasn’t sad about this tragedy. Having never grown attached to either of them, he remained surprisingly composed. He was only angry at his father who, after losing his wife, changed women almost daily in a dissolute lifestyle.

‘My position is at risk.’

So to prevent any illegitimate child from interfering, and under the pretext of replacing his dead sister, he personally brought Elaine from Liam Orphanage.

He felt satisfied watching tiny Elaine toddle along.

‘You’ll be my shield.’

That observing gaze changed gradually as years passed and days went by.

‘You are mine.’

Had he not brought her, she would have been sold as a s*x slave or pr*stitute. Therefore, her beautiful body and heart belonged entirely to him.

<Elaine, you’re my only family. I love you.>

<I love you too, brother.>

That was certainly true. Elaine loved him, and by binding her ownership to the Waylon family, she clearly belonged to him.

But that damned Adrian took her completely.

<You dare touch the Waylon family’s lady?>

At first, he was outraged. He wanted to cut off Adrian’s arms that kneaded her br*asts, and rip out the tongue that explored her lips.

But Rahul realized that Elaine loved Adrian, not him.

<Elaine, do you love me?>

<Yes. I love you, brother.>

Her love was for him as a brother, as family, while her true love was directed toward Adrian.

<Do you like me as your brother, Elaine?>

<Of course. You’re my benefactor, Rahul. How could I not love you?>

At those words, Rahul supported the back of Elaine’s head and kissed her. It was a deep kiss. Her lips seemed to taste sweet like peaches. He pushed his tongue in, delving deep, seemingly about to swallow all her saliva.

<Mmph! B-brother!>

At the end of the intense kiss, all that remained was Elaine’s scream-like cry. And the certainty that she didn’t see him as a s*xual partner.

Grind. His teeth clenched.

‘You are mine.’

Why would she give everything to another man?

‘Should I lock her up and f*ck her?’

Should he make those soft lips take his c*ck and split open her tight p*ssy to pour his s*men into?

‘No, I don’t want to see you suffer.’

He just wanted her to see him as a man.

‘I’ll have to make her see me as a man.’

So he decided to use Adrian. Once they were caught together, he would threaten them to make her accept him.

“Whew. Elaine.”

The result was extremely satisfying. She no longer screamed at him. She simply put his g*nitals in her mouth with a sorrowful expression, offering no resistance.

“How does it feel to have your brother’s c*ck in your mouth while your knight’s is down below?”

Since their first time having s*x, Rahul called the two to his room whenever possible. This daily habit eventually became so routine that time and place no longer mattered.

“This is the training ground where Adrian practices… whew.”

Thud, thud, thud.

Adrian gripped Elaine’s b*ttocks and thrust his hips rapidly. As his speed increased, fluids dripped from Elaine’s entrance, wetting the dirt floor of the training ground.

“Mmph. Mm.”

“Ah. You’re making those sounds because you have a c*ck inside you.”

“My lady. Ugh.”

Adrian collapsed over Elaine, grabbing her br*asts and trembling.

“Then, I’ll also, mm.”

Hot s*men spurted from Rahul’s p*nis, which was thrust deep into Elaine’s throat.

“Keh!”

Elaine collapsed, spitting Rahul’s s*men out of her mouth. Simultaneously, white fluid flowed down from her exposed s*x between her hiked-up dress.

“Adrian. Clean up.”

Rahul caught the collapsing Elaine and lifted her up.

“Young Duke.”

“What? Want to go another round?”

“…I would like to attend to my lady.”

“Ah.”

Adrian narrowed his eyes slightly as he looked at Elaine, who had passed out in Rahul’s arms.

Seeing this, Rahul felt somewhat irritated.

“Why?”

“I… would like to attend to her.”

“My, are you afraid your beloved might be ravished by her brother?”

“Young Duke!”

Rahul giggled while looking at Adrian. It truly annoyed him that Adrian would now claim ownership when his c*ck hardened every time Elaine moaned with her brother’s c*ck in her mouth.

“That’s an order, Adrian. Clean up and return to your quarters.”

“…!”

“Does sharing in f*cking her make you her master?”

“I-I’m sorry.”

Rahul could clearly see Adrian gritting his teeth, but he intended to put him in his place properly.

“You’re nothing but a commoner. Satisfying Elaine with your c*ck. That’s your reason for existence.”

“…”

“Answer promptly.”

“Yes, sir.”

His trembling appearance was quite a sight. Rahul turned and left the training ground. He had planned to bathe Elaine and put her to bed, but Adrian’s behavior changed his mind.

“Your lover acts so stupidly. We’ve done so many unnecessary things. You were mine from the beginning, weren’t you? Beautiful Elaine, existing for me.”

He gently rubbed Elaine’s wet entrance with one hand before inserting it. Her thoroughly relaxed entrance seemed excited by the renewed stimulation, gripping Rahul’s hand.

“So when will you acknowledge it?”

With each plodding step, white fluid of unknown origin dripped onto the floor.

“That I am your true love.”

Rahul opened the door to the nearest bathroom after passing through the long corridor and turned on the warm water in the tub.

“I don’t have a habit of having s*x with sleeping people.”

He placed Elaine in the half-filled warm tub and loosened the corset around her waist.

After completely removing her fluttering dress, Rahul stripped off his own clothes and joined Elaine in the tub.

“Ah. Elaine.”

Seated in the tub, Rahul positioned Elaine on top of him, fitting his er*ect p*nis into her entrance and pressing down.

As his p*nis once again penetrated Elaine’s inner walls, wrapping him warmly, he wanted to thrust madly and ej*culate again immediately.

“I could f*ck you countless times.”

Gripping her br*asts marked with red handprints, Rahul held Elaine tightly against him.

“I love you, Elaine.”

Each time his hips bounced slightly, water overflowed from the tub, soaking the carpet.

“Whew. I feel like my c*ck will break even while you’re sleeping.”

Elaine’s body swayed back and forth with his renewed thrusting.

At that moment, a servant who heard strange sounds secretly peeked at the rippling bathtub in the late hour and covered their mouth.

After that day, rumors spread widely throughout the ducal mansion that Rahul Waylon and Elaine Waylon were sleeping together every night.