The Affairs of Those Noble Brothers Chapter 23

Logan smiled silently. His slightly lowered eyes traced a spot on Irodel’s forearm where blue veins were visible.

“You’d better stop, Irodel. I don’t want to have to kill your parents, who gave their permission for your marriage, as well.”

“…”

He means it. The thought came to him like a realization. Otherwise, it was something that couldn’t even be said in passing. Logan uncapped the syringe and let a few drops of the liquid inside trickle out. The cold alcohol swab swept across his skin, and the tip of the needle touched that spot. A chill ran down his spine, and his stiffened lips moved on their own.

“D-do n’t, brother, please….”

“It’s alright. It’s just an anesthetic. No need to be anxious.”

An anesthetic. He knew well about local anesthetics made from herbs. But he had never heard of anesthetic administered directly into the body via injection. The fact that ordinary people didn’t know about it meant it was either exclusive to the nobility, or otherwise developed for military use. Terrified, Irodel pulled hard at his captured arm, but it wouldn’t budge. It felt like it was only lightly held, yet he couldn’t break free. At that moment, the sharp needle pierced his skin and settled into a vein. A cold, unsettling liquid slowly flowed into his body.

“Ah….”

Logan caught Irodel’s collapsing body as his legs gave way. It felt strange that his body, which was lifted as if he were a small child, felt so light. He always felt like a child in front of Logan. Not only because of his gentle demeanor, but because Logan was fundamentally someone who knew how to make others submit. It wouldn’t be any different with his younger brother. Irodel, blinking with difficulty in Logan’s arms, slowly closed his eyes.

∞ ∞ ∞

His mood was strange, as if floating on water. He felt like he was asleep, and yet not. His body wouldn’t move, as if pressed into the bed. Lying still, he thought it was too strange no matter how he considered it, so he opened his eyes. But it was pitch black and he couldn’t see a thing. Now he couldn’t even tell if his eyes were open or not. Then, the muffled silence vanished and voices began to reach him.

“Side effects?”

“I can’t guarantee there are none, but it’s safer than what we’ve done before. The erectile dysfunction should improve as well.”

“Success rate.”

“A-at the moment it’s not high, but once he adapts to the new environment, it should go up to fifty… no, up to sixty percent at most.”

“As always, you accomplish nothing properly.”

“I-I’m so sorry.”

The cool, low voice was his brother’s, and the flustered voice… he had heard it somewhere before, but no face came to mind. As Irodel idly entertained such thoughts, he blinked. The darkness that had been pitch-black, as if it had swallowed all light, brightened before his eyes. At the same time, his fingertips moved slightly. The sensations in his body were slowly reviving.

The first thing that came was relief. He felt that something had ended. As soon as he opened his eyes, Logan’s face came into view. It was closer than he had expected. When their eyes met, Irodel stared blankly at Logan, who smiled with his eyes, and gave a small shudder of his shoulders. Something below slowly pushed into his body and then withdrew.

“Ah….”

Logan lightly captured the lips of Irodel, who groaned in a daze. Irodel blinked slowly. He kissed his brother. That could happen. But why did he feel so strange? As he weakly turned his head, a small laugh brushed against his cheek.

“Get out now.”

“I-I, ah, I still have more to say….”

There was someone behind his brother. A man with a face full of bruises, as if he had been beaten somewhere, wearing a blindfold. His thin body and tall frame were quite familiar. Who was that person? Unable to contain his curiosity, he tried to ask, but only rough breaths escaped his open mouth. A persistent gaze, as if not wanting to miss anything, scanned his face. The answer came after a long pause.

“If you want to guarantee what you desire, you’ll have to bring a perfect result, not this half-baked one.”

“…”

“Get out.”

“Yes….”

The man, who slumped his shoulders upon hearing the cold words, was practically escorted out of the room by Logan’s subordinates. He was a strange fellow. Why was he walking around with a blindfold? Well, the very idea of trying to turn a beta into an omega was certainly unconventional. Only then did he clearly remember who he was.

“Orbon…?”

“You recognize him right away. You must have grown close.”

“We’re not close.”

“I see.”

Even in his dazed state, Logan smiled with satisfaction at the firm answer. Another kiss descended. It was strangely soft and warm as it swallowed and sucked at his lips. Was this also a kiss? Perhaps. His brother knew so many things, so it was just that he didn’t know—it might be one of the common expressions of affection. Even as he thought that, he turned his head away to avoid the lips. As if that weren’t enough, he raised his limp hand and covered his own mouth. This was just, revulsion. Brothers showing too much affection was nauseating, after all. Then, what had paused for a moment slowly withdrew from his stomach. A squelching sound tickled his ear. The hand covering his mouth trembled slightly.

“It’s alright, Irodel. Don’t tremble like that.”

“Brother…?”

“It’s nothing.”

What are you talking about? The kiss? Or that thing that’s been slowly going in and out down there…? Realizing the situation belatedly, Irodel held his breath and opened his eyes wide. Logan, who had been observing every change with a persistent gaze, pulled Irodel into a deep embrace and thrust upward hard.

“Ah!”

A sharp moan escaped between his fingers. Covering his mouth was useless. The thick thing that smoothly scraped along his inner walls kept rubbing the same spot over and over. It was a leisurely yet precise movement.

“Ah, ah….”

“You’ve already ejaculated once, so it shouldn’t hurt. Right?”

As he said, it didn’t hurt. He almost unconsciously nodded, but held back. That wasn’t the problem. The wet, sloshing sound grew louder. As the rubbing inside quickened, his vision abruptly distorted. His hand, which had been covering his mouth, now clutched the sheet.

“Hngh, hnngh, sto—p….”

Unable to bear the dizziness, he squeezed his eyes shut, but that wasn’t a good choice. With nothing to see, the thing forcing its way inside felt excessively vivid. It was his brother’s penis—something he had never paid any attention to in his daily life—now scraping his inner walls with a glans swollen as if about to burst. The moment he recognized that fact, his eyes flew open.

“No, brother, I don’t want it, I don’t—”

“Irodel, calm down. It’s alright.”

“Ah, no, ah, agh!”

As he shook his head in refusal, the arms embracing his upper body tightened. Their naked bodies pressed together without a gap. The threateningly perfect male physique bound his shoulders and back, holding him motionless. The thrusting motion below grew fiercer. Irodel writhed and twisted his head. Each time it deliberately stabbed into one particular spot, his brain felt like it was burning dry.

“Hah, ahh, ah! Ah!”

“This sort of thing is nothing. It’s actually something that feels good.”

The lips brushing his ear in a soothing manner and the whispering voice were so sweet that he felt he might actually believe it. Irodel turned his head to the side and shakily scanned his surroundings. Logan’s subordinates were still in the room. Unlike before, they were all standing in a line with their eyes closed, but the obscene squelching sounds and panting moans would be clearly audible.

“Hah, hah, no, no… ah, agh!”

At the very least, he wanted to suppress even his moans, but the increasingly rough movements made screams burst out involuntarily. Logan’s two arms, which had been binding his upper body, braced against the bed. The thrusting speed increased. Though freed from restraint, Irodel forgot even to resist and clawed at the bedsheet. Every time the thick glans scraped the swollen insides and withdrew, the surrounding viscera quaked. It was utterly unbearable.

“Aah! Aaaah!”