“Your m*ans need to be pretty loud. At this rate, you’ll get every man in the capital aroused.”

His low voice came through even more clearly over the sound of water falling from above.

The bathhouse filled with lewd energy—a chaotic mix of flowing water, the violent sounds of their coupling, and obscene cries.

“Should I curse at you?”

“…Suddenly?”

“Because you enjoyed harsh curses around this point.”

Elizaveta nodded.

Ha. That lunatic Nikolai. Just how much did he torment her with perverted acts every time they were together for her to say something like this in this situation…

Pity for Elizaveta flashed through Benedict’s eyes.

“Fine. Go ahead.”

Benedict whispered while leaving a deep mark of affection on her nape.

“Crazy bastard.”

Along with that single curse, Elizaveta slapped his cheek hard.

The flustered Nikolai contorted both eyebrows.

“Didn’t you say just cursing? You didn’t mention hitting…”

“What are you saying, you son of a b*tch!”

Smack!

“Elizaveta. Wait a moment.”

“Not enough? Right, of course. You’re trash, hopeless, an absolute pervert!”

Screaming, Elizaveta strangled Benedict’s neck.

“Die! Just die! Drop dead!”

“Ugh, hah. Ah, E-Elizaveta…!”

Benedict’s breathing trembled unstably as she choked him.

Even through all this, his member didn’t lose its weight and actually stirred inside her even more wildly.

The feeling of being mercilessly pounded from below while inflicting sadism on the man—

Her pleasure reached its peak.

Even knowing the other person was Benedict and not Nikolai, pouring out obscenities while pretending to couple with the Crown Prince gave her tremendous pleasure.

What excited her even more was Benedict’s crumpled face as he was choked by her, mistakenly thinking he’d perfectly deceived her.

Elizaveta felt like a lewd woman coupling with two men at once. Not only that, she realized for the first time today that she had such perfect acting talent.

“Haa!”

“Ah!”

They reached *rgasm simultaneously.

Benedict roared like a beast while ejaculating more white fl*id than ever, and Elizaveta felt such ecstasy just before fainting that she could no longer stand on her two legs.

“When I’m with you… I feel like I become someone else. Someone I’ve never been even once. Someone who might be the real me.”

After their tremendous s*x, Benedict was the first to speak.

Like he didn’t understand what he was saying even to himself, he furrowed his brow briefly then looked down and chuckled.

Disgustingly handsome. Both brothers, identically so.

Elizaveta thought this while gazing at his prominent nose bridge and the shadows it cast.

“Like you’re controlling me.”

Benedict’s low voice resonated warmly like a lullaby.

* * *

The twins’ hobby grew increasingly sordid.

“Long live the Empire’s victory! Long live!”

“Long live Crown Prince Nikolai Horn!”

During the procession commemorating the first anniversary of the border war’s end, the crowd cheered and called his name toward him as he waved majestically with a dignified expression.

“Your Eminence! Please bestow blessings upon us poor souls!”

Then they flocked to Benedict spreading blessings.

Nikolai in purple priest’s robes praying for the Empire’s citizens’ well-being looked more ascetic than ever, and Benedict wearing the Crown Prince’s uniform with the Emperor’s personally gifted sword at his waist displayed charisma befitting a leader.

“I warned you. It wouldn’t be fun if you acted mischievously without telling me first.”

Elizaveta, who had been smiling gently with the citizens’ cheers behind her, approached Nikolai and whispered quietly.

“…Ah. You noticed. I can’t fool your eyes.”

Nikolai—no, Benedict—who had hesitated, pulled up one corner of his mouth.

“Obviously it was the Crown Prince who proposed doing such a bold thing at an official event like this.”

Elizaveta’s eyes narrowed as she glanced at Benedict—no, the hypocritical Nikolai—diligently doing parish work below the carriage with a pious expression.

“I’ll have to punish him severely. So he can never crawl up like this again.”

“To think Nikolai can monopolize love’s discipline. I’m jealous.”

Benedict’s low murmur was full of jealousy. Like a cunning mistress envying the Crown Princess who beds the King.

“We truly respect and love you, my son Nikolai.”

Welcoming them after they finished the parade and returned to the palace, the Emperor and Empress embraced them.

Elizaveta nearly burst out laughing at the situation where even their parents couldn’t notice their sons had switched.

Actually, Elizaveta had failed to distinguish them a few times herself. Because they imitated each other excellently and completely deceived Elizaveta.

But Elizaveta had grasped the differences between Benedict and Nikolai to some extent.

Crown Prince Nikolai, who always reigned, preferred being led. He felt tremendous pressure about always choosing and having decision-making power, and was tired of always having to take responsibility for his decisions.

Benedict, who had always obeyed the Absolute, was actually a man whose nature suited leading proactively better. His interior was packed solid with a competitive spirit strong enough to feel violent. 

Benedict’s exterior, suppressing that desire with faith, always looked peaceful. Though it was actually extremely precarious.

It was Elizaveta Diker who drew out the desires of the Horn brothers, who had lived their whole lives without knowing their innate dispositions or preferences.

The only place they could be distinguished most clearly was on the bed where they rolled around.

The sultry breathing, the massive build, the rippling muscles clinging to his skin—all of these were identical between Nikolai and Benedict. There was not a single difference between the two, except for one thing: a small mark on their genitals that appeared after puberty.

Elizaveta was the only person who had seen both of their c*cks. Thus, she was the only one who could tell them apart.

“Do you want to hit or be hit today?”

Elizaveta, who clearly knew well who the man before her was but pretended not to know for her dear brothers’ friendship and joy, smiled brightly.

Her body was still white and slender with curves beautiful enough to blind. But much had changed from her innocent n*ked body on their first night. 

She now knew how to clearly demand what she wanted. Those nonverbal demands were quite explicit, and those lewd gestures made her white n*dity appear even more dense.

“Guess. Whether I want to be hit or want to hit.”

The man smiled faintly.

“Do you want to show Nikolai too? How you become a complete mess impaled on me?”

“Your Eminence… Hng, is it Your Eminence?”

“Imagining that bastard trembling his c*ck while being hit by you makes me disgusted.”

“You must be curious about your brother’s married life, Your Eminence.”

The man immediately rubbed Elizaveta’s wet genitals fiercely with his fingers.

“Haaah, ah. Ah!”

Greedy wet sounds came from fingers sucked into her open hole.

“Listen to that sound, f*ck. Is this a p*ssy or a waterfall?”

The man spoke vulgarly and smiled bloodily.

“What should I do seeing Diker’s cute face all to myself?”

“It was Your Highness, not Your Eminence.”

Panting Elizaveta stared at his face and murmured.

“Do you want to show our appearance to Your Highness’s brother too?”

“Looking so innocent yet f*ck, spouting all the dirty and evil words alone. Elizaveta, you’re Satan. No, more vicious than Satan. If you steal even Satan’s job, where will they do evil work?”

“Haah. Your Highness has no interest in faith at all. Talking about Satan, mmm, is Benedict’s duty.”

“Does it matter who I am in this bed? Just tighten your c*nt.”

“Such words, too, haa. Too vulgar…”

“Let me show you what’s really vulgar and base.”

He stroked Elizaveta’s disheveled blonde hair while whispering low like soothing her. His gentle touch was affectionate unlike his dirty speech.

He pulled Elizaveta’s dress that had slipped to her waist further down. That annoying piece of cloth passed her lewd buttocks and swept past her straight legs. 

He threw the dress that reached her toes outside the bed. They probably wouldn’t look for it until tomorrow morning.

Elizaveta wrapped both arms around his neck and showered him with kisses. Meanwhile, he urgently removed his clothes. Taking off the strict uniform was as complicated and difficult as putting it on. 

Furious, he tore off his upper garment with force. Crystal buttons said to be commissioned from a first-class craftsman fell helplessly to the floor.

Only then did the man’s tanned skin reveal itself. Smooth skin without excess, sturdy shoulders, long arms and legs, trained muscles clamoring to be seen with even the slightest movement of any part. Truly an admirable male body.

The time for indulgence ended.

Thud!

“Aah! No!”

Soon his *rect p*nis reached the root in Elizaveta’s wet hole. The man grabbed her waist with both hands and pressed even harder against himself, and Elizaveta twisted her body nearly fainting.

“For saying no, you’re making quite lewd m*ans.”

“All the way, ah, it reached all the way. It’s deep, hngh!”

“Does it feel good?”

“Slowly, hngh. I feel like I’ll come too fast. Please slowly…”

“How could I go slowly with you being so pretty? You can’t come already. Endure a bit more, my love.”

The p*nis wriggling inside Elizaveta’s v*gina became even stiffer.

“Hmmm…”

“I want to thr*st deeper. Listen to the sound of mine going in and out of here. Maddeningly lewd.”

He slowly pulled out his massive p*nis like teasing her.

Squeak.

Pop, squish. Thud.

Before Elizaveta could exhale, he thr*st violently into her v*gina.

“Stop! Haaah!”

“Downcast eyes, long eyelashes, red lips receiving me, small tongue visible between parted lips, sound of swallowing saliva, panting m*ans… Everything is lewd, Elizaveta.”

His low voice that didn’t lose royal dignity caressed her eardrums.

“Ah! Ah!”

Her wet vaginal muscles contracted rapidly.

The repetition of scraping to her depths then withdrawing with difficulty. Strange and satisfying joy enough to die without regrets.

“Ha, f*ck!”

When she tightened so much there was no more space to thr*st, the man poured out rough curses.

Too narrow and hot to spread out inside her tightly closed space.

Soon the man’s lower body, tightly embracing her, moved urgently. Unrefined wild m*ans of man and woman and the sound of buttocks rubbing echoed intimately.

“Aah!”

After several rough piston movements, her shrill scream and his brief m*an burst out.

Not all love is beautiful. There are also such ugly and disgusting forms.

The dirtier, more uncomfortable, and more gutter-like, the more persistent and sticky that love becomes. Like these two.

fin.