By Zephyria 
“Ugh…”
When I twisted my head, the towering bridge of his nose touched my cheek as if it were being crushed. A vulgar curse, unlike Andrew Hamilton, leaked out from between his slightly parted lips, and soon swallowed my breath whole. I don’t even know where this is. It was all dark around me. Considering that even I, who have lived in this mansion for a very long time in countless Iterations, am visiting this place for the first time, it seems to be a secret passage that is only known to the successor.
“Haa, focus only on me. Even if it’s only when I’m the only one in front of you, please.”
I don’t know if it’s an order or a plea. I was going to tease him one more time, but I just pulled the back of his head. I tasted blood every time we kissed, as if there was blood from the lips I had bitten hard. Andrew Hamilton rushed at me fiercely as if he didn’t know what pain was. The impatient movement was unbearably satisfying.
As I let out a faint nasal sound and pulled down his jacket, Andrew also quickly began to take off my dress uniform. As the cold air touched me, goosebumps rose on my sensitive skin.
“…This is.”
His impulsive touch stopped for a moment. It was right after he discovered the Crown Prince’s bluish bruise on my collarbone. Even the suffocating kiss stopped, and he pulled my shoulder again. Then, he pressed my back against the wall directly opposite where the torch was hanging.
In front of the blazing torch, in a narrow passage where cold outside air brushed past. There is no place to avoid or excuse myself.
My mottled bruised upper body was clearly revealed under his silent touch. It was always like this after I had Adrian, who had sadistic tendencies, with my whole body. It was a familiar thing to me, but his reaction, as if he had been shocked again, was funny. He even guarded the front of the door when the Crown Prince and I had relations inside the mansion… I guess he didn’t know it would be this bad just by hearing about it.
“Why? Are you not attracted to damaged goods?”
What returned an answer to my self-deprecating question was not my blood-stained lips, but my trembling fingertips. His trembling fingers vaguely brushed over my bruised skin. So faintly that I couldn’t even properly feel that I was being touched, almost as if only the fingerprint surface was slightly touching and falling off.
“He…, always does this to you…, Good God, Noah. In this, in this way…!”
“Isn’t it fortunate? Even if you leave more marks, brother, it won’t be very noticeable in this state.”
“Don’t say that!”
He shouted convulsively.
“I’m sorry for yelling, no, but… please, please… .”
“…….”
“If it hurts, say it hurts… If it’s hard, say it’s hard… Tell me, Noah. Please… please…”
I was curious. When I could honestly say that I was hurting and having a hard time, when I was still less broken, he would throw a careless glance and turn away even if I rolled around on the dirty dirt floor and screamed. What on earth is carnal desire that makes him tremble in front of me like this in this Iteration?
‘Brother! I, I was wro, wro, wrong until now, I won’t be arrogant again…! Please, no, I hate it, save me, I hate it…!’
When was it. Was it when I was first dragged to the dungeon? At that time, I didn’t even really try to harm Allen. I didn’t even commit the evil deeds committed by Noah Hamilton in the original work with my own hands, but I, the protagonist’s adversary, was easily misunderstood and easily framed.
‘Sorry for the sudden visit, Little Count. It is an urgent order from above to arrest and bring you in case the criminal escapes.’
‘Bro, brother, no, it’s, it’s a misunderstanding…! I, I didn’t commit such a thing, please, please don’t send me, don’t send me…!’
‘What are you going to do? If the family officially protects this person, I will ask the higher-ups about their intentions again.’
‘No, there’s no need to do that.’
‘Brother!’
‘I will disown this person by the authority of the acting head of the family. This person has nothing to do with our family. Take him away.’
Ah. Thinking about it made me feel dirty. I think I felt sorry for Andrew for no reason. Of course, Andrew in this Iteration has not committed any more wrongs than necessary to me… He is still a pure perpetrator, but he is the same soul anyway. It hasn’t happened yet, so should I just bear with it? Forgive him? No. I don’t care if everyone throws stones at me. I want to pay it back somehow.
“Ah, I guess it won’t work after all.”
It just so happened that I had a very sharp pebble in my hand that was more than enough to hurt Andrew Hamilton.
“I can’t betray His Highness, who will be my official husband, even if it’s someone else.”
“Noah…?”
“My God. How can there be a Crown Princess who is having an affair with her brother? Please forget everything I said. It’s difficult for you to love me too. Do you understand?”
He immediately knelt down without thinking twice. He was still elegant even in his ridiculous appearance, having thrown off his jacket and unbuttoned about half of his shirt.
“I, I was wrong. I didn’t mean to blame you. Are you upset? I’m sorry, it’s all my fault.”
“Heeuung.”
“Don’t tell me not to love you, take back those cruel, cruel words…”
“Well, you’re begging so pitifully, so my younger brother’s heart is weakening too… Then, shall we decide by looking at your sincerity, brother?”
I grabbed the hair of the noble Little Count, who was kneeling in front of me, and shoved it between my legs.
“Try sucking it, brother. I’ll decide whether or not to make you my affair partner depending on your skills.”
Before I knew it, my thighs, which were tightly grasped, ached. Andrew Hamilton slowly raised his chin, made eye contact with me, and then bit off the knot of my pants in a submissive manner. The hem of the pants, which Nicole had carefully styled, was bitten by the Little Count and slid down. Now, all that was left on my lower body was silk underwear and a garter belt to hold up the stockings that came up to my knees.
Because the dress pants were a silhouette that clung tightly without any gaps, the underwear I wore today was a type that was fixed only with strings at the back without any extra pieces of cloth on the buttocks. What covered the front was also just a piece of silk cloth the size of the palm of my hand.
“…….”
I don’t know who is showing sincerity to whom. Andrew Hamilton, who was hurt as he was, swallowed hard as he looked at the small piece of cloth that barely covered his genitals, revealing his round glans, without even being able to cover his genitals. The thin, icy white cloth received the flickering torch head-on and couldn’t even cover my bare skin.
“How long are you going to just watch…, Ah!”
I was about to urge him to stop just watching, but he beat me to it. Andrew Hamilton buried his face in the white lace. Red drops of blood from his lips were dotted on the white cloth.
“Heueuk, euut…!”
He made a sound like a dog that had been thirsty for a long time meeting an oasis, and licked and sucked my crotch greedily. The wet underwear clung tightly to my hardening penis. My head was all hazy. The countless days that had caused me pain and the floating plans for the future all evaporated in an instant. Peripheral pleasure was always the easiest and most powerful way to forget reality.
Andrew roughly put one of my legs on his shoulder. Then, the back part, which was barely connected by a single string, was completely exposed in front of his hands and tongue. He kissed the erect pillar and the plump perineum in turn, and buried his face a little deeper.
“Heueeut, euk, euung…”
The inside, which had been wet since earlier, loosened limply. He doesn’t even know that it’s his brother’s tongue licking over the hole, and he drools, thinking it’s good.
“Good, brother, there…, uh, it feels good…”
The sound of elegant instrumental music from the grand Banquet Hall celebrating my engagement could be heard beyond the thin partition. With that sound as my ally, I ejaculated on the face of the respected Little Count, my older brother. It was indeed a night to be commemorated in many ways.
*
After finding her biological son, the Countess, who didn’t even come near the garden I mainly used, has been strange lately. She appears very often and is an eyesore. If that’s not the only strange thing, it wasn’t even that.
“Baby, baby!”
“…….”
“Oh my, I told you it was dangerous. You’re such a tomboy.”
“…Excuse me.”
“Yes, young master.”
“Why is my mother acting like that?”
“Hmm, I don’t know… The doctors all say they don’t know the cause…”
Nicole poured tea into the empty teacup and sighed deeply. The servants following the Countess couldn’t stop her and were restless. For some reason, they seemed to be begging me with their eyes to stop the Countess… Hmm, I don’t know. It wasn’t my problem.
“Baby! Come here, baby!”
The expression “strange” is also very polite and roundabout. That’s right. The Countess is just, crazy. It means she’s completely lost her mind.