The Brothers’ Night

The next day, when his leave ended, Noel dressed in his formal uniform and left for the imperial palace. Left alone and bored, Lyrica spent the morning reading books Noel had brought her or eating snacks delivered by the maids. 

Lying on her stomach on the bed with her chin propped up, flipping through a capital city travel book, Lyrica suddenly shuddered at a familiar yet strange sensation. Getting off the bed and feeling below, she found her underwear soaked with her own juices.

“What… why is this happening…? Hnn….”

Her arousal began intensifying. Breathing heavily, Lyrica realized it had been more than four days since she had last taken Noel’s manhood. The aphrodisiac’s effects were returning. 

It seemed her body would react abnormally if she went too long without consuming s*men. 

‘What should I do? Lord Noel said he’d be late today….’ 

Lyrica curled up, trying to suppress her moans, but her already heated body wouldn’t obey her will. She craved a c*ck. Tears welled up in Lyrica’s eyes from frustration. Sob… c*ck… need to taste s*men… it hurts so much… so painful….

At that moment, a black-haired man resembling Noel entered the ducal residence. Unlike Noel’s lively and generous blue eyes, this man’s flashing red eyes accentuated his cold impression. 

The blood-red eyes, said to be passed down only to the heir of the ducal family, were the symbol of the Valter ducal house. It was Lian Valter, the Duke of Valter, returning from inspecting his territory.

Finding the greetings bothersome, the Duke dismissed the servants with a wave of his hand and hurried his steps, wanting to return to his room and rest. However, on his way to his bedroom, he heard sobbing sounds coming from somewhere.

“What’s that sound?”

Lian approached, following the source of the sound. A woman’s sobbing moans were coming from the room next to Noel’s. 

Carefully opening the door, he saw a pink-haired woman touching her br*asts and fingering her p*ssy while moaning. His flashing red eyes turned toward the woman’s private parts.

“…What’s this?”

Consumed by the aphrodisiac and out of her mind, Lyrica mistook Lian for Noel. Her eyes lit up with relief.

“Hnng… Noel, c*ck… please put your c*ck in me. Lyrica’s p*ssy, hnng, in my p*ssy… mmm…”

He had seen many beautiful women in his life. Many had tried to seduce him by presenting themselves n*ked. 

But his lower part, which had never been stirred before, now felt itself hardening at the sight of this woman vulgarly pleasuring herself. 

The Duke swallowed nervously. Was he seeing things? Why is this woman calling for Noel…?

After moaning for a while, Lyrica noticed Lian standing at the doorway and crawled toward him with tears welling in her eyes. Strange. 

Noel wasn’t putting his c*ck in her but just standing there. Why won’t he put it in? Does he dislike her p*ssy now? 

‘That can’t be, I need to taste his s*men… I don’t want to be thrown out….’

Lyrica crawled over, undid the man’s pants, and pulled out his p*nis. Frantically stroking the p*nis, which seemed slightly larger than usual, with both hands, she begged through her tears.

“Hic… in Lyrica’s p*ssy, please give me your c*ck… s*men… please, release your s*men in me…”

“Ha….”

Lian, who nearly ej*culated from the woman’s clumsy touch, looked down at her with a wry smile. Each time the woman begged with tears, her cotton candy-like pink hair shook. 

Had he not seen her lewdly pleasuring herself, he might have thought she was a fairy, so mysterious was her appearance. Her name was Lyrica?

“You want me to put my c*ck in you?”

“Mmm… c*ck, mmm, give me your c*ck… hic… quickly, quickly….”

“If that’s your wish, I’ll grant it.”

Lian laid the woman clinging to him face down on the floor and thrust his p*nis into her in one go. His p*nis easily slid into Lyrica’s already wet and loosened p*ssy.

“Ungh….”

“Huaaaang!”

Through the partially open door, Lyrica’s cries of pleasure leaked out.

Noel, who had hurried to finish his work and left the palace early, rushed back to the ducal residence on horseback. As he strode toward his room, the familiar sounds of pleasure made his blood run cold. 

Is that Lyrica’s voice? 

Noel ran frantically to the room. Moans of pleasure were escaping through the door. When he urgently flung the door open, he saw his brother pinning her down and thrusting into her madly. 

Noel could only stare blankly at the unbelievable scene. Ironically, regardless of his will, Noel’s p*nis grew harder.

“Hic! So good! c*ck, yes! Haaang! Ah!”

“Huff… relax your p*ssy.”

“Haaah! Cum, give me cum! Ah!”

“Ungh….”

Lian, who had been frantically moving his hips, ej*culated inside Lyrica. Her p*ssy, rolling her eyes back and convulsing wildly with lost reason, gaped open seemingly missing the withdrawn c*ck. A stream of s*men leaked out between her reddened opening.

“……What the hell are you doing?”

“……Noel?”

Noel, who had been staring blankly at Lyrica, came to his senses and strode over to grab Lian by the collar.

“F*ck, what the hell… did you just do to her?!”

“I merely gave her what she was begging for. Hmm, Noel, was she yours?”

Despite having heard Lyrica call Noel’s name while begging for his c*ck, Lian responded shamelessly.

“Lyrica, was it? She tastes exquisite. Where did you find such a woman?”

“……F*ck, FUCK! You crazy bastard, that woman is mine!”

“Yours? What nonsense… she was whimpering that any c*ck would do. And you’re hardly in your right mind either, getting aroused watching your woman being f*cked. It might be fun to f*ck her together next time, what do you think?”

Lian glanced at Noel’s bulging pants and sneered. Noel’s pants were wet with prec*m dripping down. Left speechless, Noel released Lian’s collar and ran his fingers through his hair.

“……Stay away from Lyrica from now on.”

“…I can’t promise that. The woman seems like she’d prefer two c*cks to one.”

Noel glared at his brother murderously, then carried Lyrica to his room. As soon as he laid her on the bed, he inserted his fingers into her p*ssy to scrape out Lian’s s*men. 

Each time he scraped out s*men, Lyrica’s p*ssy twitched.

After removing all the s*men and thoroughly washing her in the bathroom, Noel looked at his p*nis, which had remained er*ect since witnessing his brother with Lyrica, and rubbed his face with a troubled expression.

* * *

The next day, Lian, who was in his office, called the butler to inquire about the woman.

When the master of the Valter ducal family asked, the butler reported everything that had happened in detail.

“He brought her back from the slave trader subjugation? So when he claimed she was his, he was really asserting ownership… Very well, you may go.”

“Yes, Your Grace.”

His brother, who had never shown interest in women, suddenly brought one home and went crazy over her. And that woman might be his brother’s slave…

He didn’t know whether to welcome this situation or not.

Lyrica, was it? The moment he recalled the woman moaning and crying, his p*nis hardened again.

Lian chuckled at the unfamiliar feeling, took out his p*nis, and m*sturbated while thinking of the woman who had begged him for his c*ck.

* * *

On his way to the imperial palace, Noel earnestly implored Lyrica:

“Don’t open the door for anyone except me, no matter who comes. I’ll be back early today. Understand?”

“Yes. Have a good day, Lord Noel.”

“I’ll lick your p*ssy when I get back, so don’t finger yourself alone.”

Lyrica was still too embarrassed to handle such vulgar talk when sober. Noel stroked her hair as she nodded with a reddened face, then finally managed to tear himself away and head to the imperial palace.

Lyrica, left alone in the large room, began reading the book she had left unfinished before. About an hour passed like this. Then came a knock at the door, and someone called for Lyrica.

“Lyrica.”

Is that Lord Noel? The voice sounds a bit hoarse…

Lyrica approached the door and peeked through the keyhole. A large figure stood in front of the door. Isn’t Lord Noel the only person that big in this house?

Lyrica opened the door slightly and poked her head out. The door swung wide open, and a tall man strode in. Startled, Lyrica called Noel’s name before she could even confirm his face.

“Lord Noel…?”

“You still mistake me for Noel? I thought I gave you enough c*ck to satisfy you.”

What does that mean…?

Looking up carefully at the man with a slightly deeper voice than Noel’s, she realized he wasn’t Noel.

A man with burning red eyes unlike Noel’s approached her with a cold expression. Lyrica stepped back cautiously. Who is he?

“You’re Noel’s slave, aren’t you?”

“N-no, I’m not! Lord Noel did save me from slave traders, but… I’m a commoner…!”

“Noel said you were his slave. Then you must be my slave too. Go on, call me master.”

“I’m not a slave… And who are you to come in here and say such things to me!”

Lian lifted Lyrica’s chin with his finger.

No matter how he looked at her, she resembled a fairy. Her sky-blue eyes looked like embedded blue topaz.

“Me? I’m the master of this house.”

“Y-you’re lying… I know Lord Noel is the master of this house!”