“I love you, Elizaveta.”

The man who had splattered his hazy s*men on her face wasn’t her husband but her husband’s brother, Benedict.

These bastards played me again! Then wait, does that mean the priest who visited me at the outer palace when I was alone wasn’t Benedict but Nikolai? Ha, these sons of bitches!

Hot rage flared up in Elizaveta’s heart.

But she wasn’t as angry as before. No, rather, the moment she realized that fact, she felt lewd fl*ids gush out from her soaked hole.

“…Your Highness.”

What excited her even more was Benedict’s crumpled face after ejaculating, mistakenly thinking he’d perfectly deceived her.

“Aah. Elizaveta. You came too. I’m glad we went together.”

After finishing his satisfying *jaculation, he collapsed onto her chest with a thud.

“I love you. I love you…”

Nikolai—no, Benedict—kept confessing his love while sucking her br*asts.

Elizaveta felt like spitting at and mocking that pitiful voice. But she gently stroked his back.

“Your Highness. You’re heavy.”

“Ah, I suppose so.”

Benedict slowly climbed off her. Just as he was about to lie down beside her—

Elizaveta climbed on top of him. Then slapped his cheek hard enough to snap him to attention.

Smack!

“…Ah.”

That was all the dumbfounded Benedict could manage after a long moment of speechlessness.

He looked at Elizaveta with his right eyebrow slightly furrowed.

What exactly did I do wrong to deserve being slapped by you?

His cold gaze asked that.

“Your Highness. Why aren’t you getting hard?”

“…?”

“You like being hit by me. So why is this still…”

Pointing at his p*nis with its heavy head hanging limply, Elizaveta made a suspicious expression.

“Ah… Hahaha.”

Finally understanding her words, he smiled broadly while sweeping back his disheveled hair. That composed smile made her want to kill him.

Smack!

Elizaveta’s hand stung quite a bit from slapping him again.

Benedict, imitating Nikolai, could only endure her beating. Because if she discovered he was the brother and not the Crown Prince, this entire relationship would obviously fall apart.

A few days ago, Elizaveta had returned to the Crown Prince’s Palace after a long separation and announced she wouldn’t file divorce papers.

‘The divorce talk has quieted down thanks to my help, so I should receive appropriate compensation.’

It was Benedict who had come up with the scheme of dressing Nikolai in his priest’s robes.

‘Help, my *ss. I was the one who slept with Elizaveta that day, not you, Benedict. Sure, I did some pathetic priest impersonation, but anyway, changing her mind was purely my own effort…’

Nikolai had thrown a fit.

‘Do you think she would have opened the door if you had visited the outer palace that day? She let him into her bedroom because it was the priest Benedict. If it had been Crown Prince Nikolai, she would have slammed the door and kicked you out. Surely you won’t deny even that.’

Benedict was right. Nikolai, about to retort, pouted his lips then snorted.

‘Fine. I admit it. God probably didn’t make you for this purpose, but your priest’s robes came in very handy. So tell me. What do you want? I’ll provide any power or wealth within my means to bestow. This level of generosity is appropriate mercy for the Empire’s Crown Prince.’

‘Power? Wealth? I think I’ve told you about ten times I don’t covet such things. When will you remember, my dear brother?’

Benedict sneered, reproaching his brother’s small-mindedness.

‘I want only one thing. Only Elizaveta.’

‘No, f*ck, Brother Benedict. That’s not “within what I can do,” is it? What, you want to quit being a priest and elope with Diker?’

‘I have no intention of hurting her for my greed. I’m not selfish like you!’

Benedict gritted his teeth and growled at Nikolai’s sarcasm.

‘Just let me hold her when I want to hold her. Of course, with her permission first, and only when she wants me…’

‘I can’t believe this crazy brother of mine.’

This time Nikolai glared.

‘Benedict! Is this really the time for such talk? Have you forgotten why Elizaveta wanted a divorce? The cause was you, you lunatic!’

Raising his voice, Nikolai tapped his twin brother’s chest with his fist.

‘You should be crawling back to the Grand Temple for a hundred-day fasting prayer, yet here you are babbling about holding Diker whenever you want. So shameless…’

‘Then I just won’t be me.’

‘What?’

‘I mean I’ll pretend to be you while being intimate with her. You and I have the same face, voice, height, and body.’

‘…!’

‘Then she won’t feel ashamed either. If we don’t make mistakes like before, the two of us can make her happy for life.’

‘W-well, that’s true, but.’

Nikolai secretly harbored an inferiority complex toward him. Because he was strongly convinced she had better s*xual compatibility with his brother than with himself.

Elizaveta Diker had thrown a fit demanding divorce and even stormed out of the Crown Prince’s Palace. The flustered Nikolai had continued terrible threats using her family as hostages. 

But she gave the absurd answer to just kill her and everyone else. Thinking this approach wouldn’t work, he changed direction and began persuading with honeyed words. 

Yet she didn’t bat an eye at anything and only cried out for her freedom.

Her situation completely changed after Nikolai, wearing Benedict’s clothes, visited.

Her words about having a fantasy for priest’s robes apparently weren’t lies. She had been incredibly lewd that day. Nikolai learned for the first time that she had such a responsive body.

Fortunately, she stopped talking about divorce—to quote her exact words, it was postponed, not canceled—and returned nicely to the Crown Prince’s Palace.

Nikolai was going crazy with curiosity.

Why does Elizaveta Diker get more aroused by Benedict wearing priest’s robes?

‘He and I look the same, so why?’

He desperately wanted to ask, but his last remaining pride and authority as Crown Prince barely held back that instinct.

Elizaveta had already openly said s*x with his brother was better than with him. If that fact reached Benedict’s ears, how insufferably arrogant would that annoying bastard’s face become?

That can’t happen, absolutely not.

So even if Benedict had s*x with her, as long as she mistook him for Crown Prince Nikolai rather than Benedict, it wasn’t such a bad deal for Nikolai. 

Of course, he was a man with no interest in sharing what was his with anyone, but this was an emergency, so what choice did he have?

‘What. Are you scared? That she’ll completely fall for me?’

‘You’re crazier than you look. Don’t be ridiculous. Diker is my wife anyway. I’ve f*cked her way more than you have. She’s become a woman who can never be satisfied by an amateur c*ck like yours.’

‘For someone who’s the Crown Prince, you have a filthy mouth. How about trying to fix it?’

Benedict glared at Nikolai with contempt-filled eyes. But ultimately, Nikolai had no choice but to accept the proposal.

For these reasons, Benedict now had to pretend to be Nikolai.

“Who taught you to swing your hands without even giving me time to recharge?”

Benedict, clenching his jaw, smiled brightly while firmly gripping her buttocks. Perfectly imitating the strange eye-smile his brother Nikolai used to make when laughing.

“Well. I believe Your Highness awakened this preference of mine.”

“Is this kind of f*cked-up behavior something someone teaches you to realize?”

“Then let’s say this concubine had excellent training abilities.”

Smack!

Her emotionally charged slap disheveled his dark black hair once more.

“Ha, f*ck. It’s getting stronger as we go.”

Unable to endure anymore, profanity came from Benedict’s mouth.

His lips curling in a bloody smile were truly identical to Nikolai’s. Elizaveta was briefly confused whether the man getting slapped before her was Nikolai or Benedict.

Feeling anxious, she subtly lowered her gaze to check his *rect c*ck. As expected, this man was Benedict. Elizaveta was certain. The small mark on his member clearly distinguished their identities.

“Ah. Your Highness.”

Elizaveta’s hole was also ready to accept him again.

She slowly pushed his member inside herself.

“Ah!”

Perhaps because she was too wet, that massive p*nis slid in all at once.

“Mmm…!”

The dizzying sensation made it feel like the enormous c*ck would penetrate her womb and pour out through her throat. She even had to dry heave briefly from that overwhelming fullness.

“It hurts. Mmm. Ahh…”

A different pleasure from being penetrated while lying down stabbed every corner of her body.

“Does it hurt? After f*cking so much, still?”

Benedict, breathing heavily, spouted vulgar words.

His manner of speaking seemed to have absorbed his brother rather than just imitating him well. Elizaveta barely held back her laughter and began concentrating on moving her hips.

“Ah. Good, Elizaveta. You really. Haah. Nngh.”

“Mmm! Your Highness! Slowly!”

No matter how convincingly he imitated Nikolai, he seemed completely unaware of the subtle differences in their speech habits.

‘Your Eminence. His Highness the Crown Prince doesn’t call me like that.’

‘So please stop that clumsy imitation. It’s unseemly.’

She wanted to snap at him like that.

“Mmm! Aah!”

Instead, she chose to move more violently.

Each time she sat and rose, his massive pillar repeatedly plunged deep then slid out. 

Though it sometimes got caught somewhere in the tight vaginal muscles at the moment it should withdraw and couldn’t even come halfway out, that provided its own thrilling sensation to them.

“Ah! Crazy… F*ck, feels so good.”

With all his senses concentrated on their connected root, Benedict was barely sane. 

The profanity he spewed wasn’t imitating his brother Nikolai but the lewd instinct buried in Benedict’s depths.

He soon thr*st his sturdy hips up into the air. Simultaneously, Elizaveta began crying out frantically. When the positions of pressing down and thrusting up occurred simultaneously, paradise unfolded before their eyes.

“Your Highness, ah! Is this, mmm! Is this what heaven is? Mmm! If heaven exists, ugh, like this, haah, would it feel like this?”

“F*ck heaven! No salvation could teach this kind of pleasure!”

Benedict, who had been enjoying *ntercourse lying down, suddenly sat up. Then he pushed her against the wall, trapping her between the wall and his body.

Whoosh.

As Benedict turned the handle of the suspended faucet, hot water like rain began flowing from the ceiling.

“Your Highness! Mmm! This kind of, ah! Ah!”