Lian, stroking his stiffened p*nis, approached Lyrica, knelt down, and presented his c*ck.

“Lyrica. You should touch your master’s c*ck too.”

Lyrica, who had been only moaning, reached out toward the c*ck suddenly thrust before her, seemingly entranced. She grabbed the hot, swollen shaft and brought it straight to her mouth, swallowing it without hesitation. 

Cum… give me cum…

Seeing Lyrica eagerly devouring his brother’s c*ck, Noel soon ej*culated inside her.

“F*ck… ungh…”

“Mmph, mmm, hmmm!”

Lyrica convulsed in climax with unfocused eyes, Lian’s c*ck in her mouth. 

Her white, voluptuous br*asts were marked with red from Noel’s handprints, and around her unclosed vaginal opening, sticky foam of mixed s*men and juices covered her s*x. 

Seeing her trembling and dripping s*men from her p*ssy broke Lian’s patience. He moved the seemingly unconscious Lyrica to his side and thrust his p*nis into her wet p*ssy.

Each time his gl*ns entered and withdrew, Noel’s s*men caught on the ridge and pulled out. Seeing this excited Lian further, and he increased his thrusting pace. 

Her inner walls, which he hadn’t felt for a while, squeezed his p*nis, seemingly begging for cum. Lian ej*culated unbelievably quickly.

The moment Lian’s c*ck withdrew, Noel’s entered again. Noel also scraped her inner walls slowly to remove Lian’s s*men. The brothers’ c*cks didn’t leave Lyrica’s insides all night long.

Unable to even moan from the unbearable pleasure, Lyrica could only make choking sounds. 

She convulsed with rising pleasure, made gagging noises, shed tears continuously, and was rocked by the brothers’ thrusts all night long.

How much time had passed, she couldn’t tell. Lyrica, who had fainted, opened her eyes late in the afternoon. The surroundings had grown dim, and lights were on in the room. Lyrica blinked. How long had she slept?

“You’re awake.”

Turning her head toward the voice beside her, she saw the Duke leaning against the headboard, reading documents.

Lyrica jumped up in surprise. She was so flustered she could barely speak.

“Y-Your Grace? How are you…”

“I’m in my own house, what’s wrong with that?”

“No, that’s not what I… I’m sorry…”

Seeing the Duke’s face brought back memories of yesterday. She must have been out of her mind… Lyrica’s face instantly flushed.

She hurriedly felt her face and body, not remembering having bathed, but fortunately found herself clean and dry. 

‘Did Lord Noel wash me? But why is the Duke in this room? Should I leave? …That’s probably best.’

Lyrica suppressed her sadness and got out of bed. 

‘I should go to Lord Noel’s room… and think there. Even if I’m thrown out, I should at least say goodbye to Lord Noel. Maybe I can ask to borrow some money.’

“Where are you going?”

“What? I… I was going to Lord Noel’s room…”

“Looking for Noel the moment you wake up. You’re not a duckling searching for its mother.”

“T-that’s not it…”

“Noel was summoned to the Imperial Palace. Come here and sit. I’ve ordered food to be brought.”

“…Yes.”

At his firm voice, Lyrica climbed back onto the bed and sat down. She couldn’t disobey the commands of such a high-ranking Duke. 

Sitting awkwardly waiting for the meal, she soon grew bored and began glancing at Lian. He really looks like Lord Noel. Though Lord Noel seems a bit taller. 

But with such different atmospheres, why didn’t she recognize the difference?

Their eye colors are clearly different, and the Duke’s hair is a darker black. Their overall appearance is similar, but looking carefully, their impressions are slightly different. The Duke is somewhat intimidating. Perhaps one must be intimidating to become a Duke.

Lian, flipping through documents, was distracted by the jewel-like sky-blue eyes staring intently at him. The pink-haired woman seemed lost in thought, unaware of her own persistent gaze. 

‘Is there something on my face?’

Unconsciously wiping his face, Lian was bewildered by his own unusual behavior. Being bothered by a woman looking at him was strange enough, but what was he even doing here in the first place? 

With a self-mocking smirk, Lian recalled what had happened hours earlier.

How long had they been at it? 

When Noel came to his senses, he was carrying Lyrica, who had fainted with her body covered in s*men, to the bathroom. The sight of Noel continuously cursing while carefully washing her was utterly ridiculous. A man who barely bothers to wash himself properly…

‘You’re really enjoying this, aren’t you, Noel?’

‘You know that and still do this? You’re not even acting like a brother.’

‘You were happy enough to f*ck her together. Lyrica seemed to prefer having two c*cks anyway.’

‘She just regained consciousness recently! We shouldn’t have pushed her this hard. Damn it.’

‘What do you mean by that?’

Intimate details that the butler hadn’t shared spilled from Noel’s lips. After hearing the whole story, Lian was filled with faint guilt. To think that soft woman had been sick for days. 

So her begging him for cum was due to the aphrodisiac’s side effects? He had thought she was just a lewd woman who couldn’t resist any c*ck.

‘…So that’s what it was.’

‘Yes, that’s what it was. You parasite. Threatening a girl who’s trembling with fear of being thrown out? You’re garbage.’

Of course, Noel had threatened her too, but Lian had somehow become the worse scoundrel. Though he hadn’t lived a particularly moral life, thinking of those sky-blue eyes looking at him tearfully made him feel rather unpleasant.

‘…I won’t tell you to throw her out. I’ll come to see her occasionally.’

‘You’re insane.’

Lian’s mood plummeted when he considered that Lyrica, under the influence of the aphrodisiac, could have seduced someone other than himself. 

He would likely keep thinking about her for a while, and after hearing Noel’s story, he seemed to have found a decent justification. Lian snickered, mocking Noel.

‘Don’t you need someone to reliably look after Lyrica when you’re gone? What if she goes into heat like yesterday and spreads her legs for any servant?’

‘…F*ck.’

Thus, a silent agreement was formed between the Valter ducal family brothers.

Recalling his conversation with Noel, Lian turned his head at the sound of knocking. A maid placed a meal on the table in one corner of the bedroom, bowed silently, and withdrew.

“Go eat.”

Lian gestured with his chin toward Lyrica, and life returned to her sky-blue eyes.

“Won’t Your Grace… eat?”

“What, you want me to eat with you?”

Lian chuckled, put down his documents, and headed to the table. Lyrica inwardly stomped her feet as she hesitantly walked to the table. 

‘I just asked out of politeness, why did I have to ask! What if he chokes?’

The tray held appetizing soup, white bread, tenderly cooked chicken, and sweet-looking crème brûlée. Seeing the food, Lyrica felt hunger surge and began eating hurriedly, forgetting the Duke sitting across from her.

Lian leaned back in his chair, drinking water and watching Lyrica. She was chewing with her adorable little mouth, eating heartily. How did such a small mouth take his c*ck? 

Thinking of Lyrica with his c*ck in her mouth, eating it deliciously, heat began rising in his lower body, but he quickly suppressed it, remembering how she had fainted after being overworked until morning.

“Tsk… No wonder you can’t handle even a little f*cking when they feed you so poorly.”

So delicious, yet he calls it poor? Lyrica’s eyes widened with meat still in her mouth.

“I-I’m fine! It’s so delicious… I’m too full to finish it all!”

“You can’t finish this? Eat it all. If you can’t finish, I’ll throw you out.”

Lyrica’s eyes welled up with tears, feeling miserable. He told her to take his thing in her mouth if she didn’t want to be thrown out, so she did. 

When she woke up, he was sitting beside her giving her looks, and when she tried to leave, he stopped her. He told her to eat, and now he’s threatening to throw her out if she can’t finish!

Even dogs aren’t bothered while eating, but this high nobleman keeps saying contradictory things and making things difficult. She was also frustrated with herself for being unable to do anything in this situation. 

Was this the misery of homelessness that travelers visiting the temple sometimes spoke of? 

Lyrica wanted to sob loudly, but fearing the Duke might throw her out for being noisy, she held back with all her might.

Lian was greatly perplexed seeing Lyrica drop tears while earnestly eating. Why is she suddenly crying? 

The tears falling from her sky-blue eyes looked just like rain falling from the sky. In his suddenly gloomy mind, Noel’s words came back to him.

‘You said she’s anxious about being thrown out…’

Lian’s usually expressionless face showed signs of trouble. She seemed to have taken his joke about throwing her out seriously.

“…I won’t throw you out, so eat as much as you want.”

Lyrica looked at the Duke while tears continued to fall. Is he playing with her now? 

But he’s the Duke, the master of this house, so she had to do what she was told. Lyrica held back her tears and forced herself to eat food that now barely went down.

“…If you don’t want to eat, you don’t have to.”

Lian felt like a cruel villain tormenting a newborn baby rabbit. He abruptly stood up, lifted Lyrica, and carried her to the bed. He sat her on his lap and awkwardly patted her back after pulling her head close.

“Shh… I won’t throw you out, so stop crying. It was just a joke.”

Lyrica buried her head in Lian’s shoulder and sniffled. First he says he’ll throw her out, then he says he won’t. Now he’s treating her like a lacking child, trying to comfort her. 

Lyrica, a fully grown adult, found this utterly absurd but couldn’t talk back to the Duke, so she just swallowed her escaping sobs.

“Hic… you really won’t throw me out?”

Lian stiffened at her voice mumbling near his neck.