The Affairs of Those Noble Brothers Chapter 24

The world spun in dizzying circles. Thin, milky fluid continuously trickled from his sexual organ, which had not even been able to stand properly. As the inner walls clenched so tightly that movement became difficult, the thing going in and out slowly came to a halt. Logan reached out his hand and picked up a towel from the bedside table. Then, he lightly wiped away the semen smeared all over Irodel’s sparse pubic hair. Irodel stared blankly at it. It was strange how it became clean so quickly, as if nothing had ever happened.

“I told you. It’s nothing, Irodel.”

Irodel calmed his rough breathing and looked up at Logan. The lazily smiling face was abnormally, breathtakingly beautiful.

“…”

It wasn’t “nothing.” This wasn’t the kind of thing brothers should do, nor did he want to do it. Ramming a sex organ into someone who didn’t want it was rape. Yet, he couldn’t bring himself to call it rape. The moment he spoke the words aloud, the relationship between brother and younger brother felt like it would shatter. Seeing Irodel crying softly little by little like a person driven into a corner, Logan let out a small sigh.

“You’re stubborn.”

“Hut…”

Logan’s sex organ, buried deep inside, slowly rubbed against the inner walls. With his gaze fixed on his own face as he slowly moved his hips, Logan looked partly like an elegant judge and partly like a cold observer. While he was shoving an erect sex organ inside his younger brother’s body and rubbing against him, he looked more rational than anyone else in this place.

“And you’re needlessly sensitive and weak against stress. If I wanted to break you and keep you, I already would have, Irodel.”

Logan’s hand brushed back his disheveled hair. His dry fingertips wiped the sweat pooled on his forehead. The sex organ that had been going in and out shallowly gradually dug deep inside. His lower abdomen writhed and his breathing grew increasingly rough. It was the precursor to pleasure. Stretching his hand out into the empty air as if pleading for salvation, Irodel begged the men standing silently.

“P-please help me…”

Logan’s subordinates neither opened their closed eyes nor turned their heads. They were like decorative ornaments who would stand without any reaction even if kicked or spat on. It was always like this. Even knowing they wouldn’t help, Irodel pleaded like this anyway. Then Logan would tighten his lips unpleasantly just as he was doing now and press down on his outstretched hand.

“Every time, it’s a useless thing to do. They cannot help you.”

Why did this situation feel so familiar? Why on earth? With his face twisted in anguish, Irodel burst into sorrowful tears. But even before the sound of his sobs could escape, Logan devoured his sorrow-drenched lips.

“Uhn, un, ah-yut, ah!”

Their tongues tangled deeply, and Logan’s hip thrusts grew faster. Every time the bumpy sex organ expertly targeted and rubbed against the sensitive space, sobs and screams burst out together. Panting frantically, lacking breath, he shook his head, and Logan parted his lips. A viscous gaze stared at the area around his wet mouth.

“The inside is slipperier than usual. Because of Tibane? I thought you only knew how to masturbate while looking in a mirror for the rest of your life, but you’ve pulled off quite a bold stunt.”

Laughing softly, Logan pressed down on Irodel’s wrists and thrust deep inside. Then pulled out again, and shoved all the way to the hilt. As the same movement repeated a few times and speed picked up, his body shook violently along with it. At this rate, it felt like his sex organ was going to punch right through his lower belly.

“Ah! Ah! Ah-ah-ah!”

Irodel panted frantically and twisted his body. His testicles slapped against the space between his buttocks, making wet, smacking sounds. Just like Tibane, his brother Logan was also continuously pouring unknown fluid inside him. Was this also a characteristic of alphas? Other things aside, this was something he didn’t want to know. The fluid overflowing to the outside thoroughly soaked the space between his thighs. Without a care, Logan rapidly thrust his sex organ in and out. His face, having lost all composure, was as fierce as if he were about to strangle someone’s neck right then and there.

“I want to kill that bastard Tibane right now. When I think that he probably made you cry like this in a place I couldn’t see, tearing him to pieces wouldn’t be satisfying enough. How about it, Irodel? Should I kill him after all?”

His whisper was sweet, but the sound of his breath exhaled midway was full of violent energy. Having asked the question as if he didn’t intend to wait for an answer, Logan mercilessly stabbed into the inner walls. His vision twisted wildly and his thighs trembled violently. It felt like he was going to go crazy at this rate and end up saying yes. Weeping hysterically, Irodel shook his head. A small sound of clicking the tongue was heard, and lips touched his cheek.

“Shh, don’t cry. If you don’t want it, I have no choice either. Without that guy right now, you’d probably break down immediately anyway.”

“Huk, h-huk, huk, brother, brother…”

“That’s right, Irodel. Let’s have a child instead. That would be fine, wouldn’t it? You’ll be adding one more family member you like.”

There was no way it was fine. There was no way it could be fine. He didn’t know. His thoughts and vision spun like his brain had been tangled up. His lower abdomen writhed as if it didn’t belong to him, and his inner walls tightened. Then Logan let out a small moan, released Irodel’s wrists, and made him wrap them around his own shoulders. Like a person grabbing a lifeline, Irodel frantically clung to Logan. His sex organ drove in and out roughly with smacking sounds.

“Brother, brotheee-r! Ah! Haaa-ah, ah! Ah-t!”

Screaming as his body shook, Irodel spasmed violently. A whitish fluid, hard to even call semen, soaked his lower belly. Could this even be called ejaculation? He thought he would feel refreshed after ejaculating, but that wasn’t the case. Pleasure remaining like residue slashed all over his body.

“Ah, ah, ah!”

Clinging to Logan, Irodel shivered and fell backward. Catching the bedsheet in his hand, he clutched it and crawled upward. If he didn’t run away, this insane sensation felt like it would last forever. Logan, who had stopped moving and watched, gently pulled the escaping Irodel back. Then he buried his sex organ, which had slightly slipped out, deep inside. His jaw trembled violently. He could instinctively tell what was going to happen. Logan was about to do the very thing Tibane had done.

“I hate it. I hate it…”

“It’s fine. It’ll be over soon.”

Logan kissed his shoulder soothingly. However, Irodel clutched the sheet tightly and shook his head.

“It won’t… be over soon.”

“How would you know that?”

It was a voice asked in a whisper, but it was scary enough to send chills down his spine. Without realizing it, he muttered, Tibane… and then shut his mouth. Even though it felt like there was no room left for anything else to enter, the large thing pushed its way in stubbornly up to the absolute limit, then slowly increased in volume.

“Hoo…”

“Irodel… Don’t make me angry. I’m already holding myself back from killing that guy.”

“Sorry, I’m sorry, sor—”

Not knowing what was what and begging for forgiveness however he could, Irodel fixed his gaze on his lower half with a terrified face. He hadn’t known last time because he couldn’t see it, but as the sex organ grew larger inside, his lower belly seemed to swell up gradually as well.

“Ah…”

He wrapped his hands around his belly with trembling fingers. A pulse that wasn’t his own throbbed and beat. Just moments before, his younger brother’s, and now his older brother’s sex organ was packed to the brim inside his belly. Gasping for air as he fell into a panic, Irodel burst into screams and tears.

“Huk, h-huk, I hate it, it’s too much, it’s too much.”

“Irodel.”

“Why are both Tibane and you doing this to me. I hate you. I hate you both…”

Logan easily subdued and embraced Irodel as he flailed his arms weakly. He had thought he wanted to hit them just once, even by mistake, but since even that wasn’t possible, he felt all the more aggrieved.

“Let go, let go…”

Laying Irodel flat as he cried his eyes out like a child, Logan grabbed the crumpled sheet at the head of the bed. With a fluttering sound, the white sheet sliced through the empty air. A space exclusively for the two of them was created inside the pale veil. The sense of security provided by the severed field of vision was greater than expected. A brief moment passed, and as the sobbing subsided slightly, Logan muttered like a sigh.

“You cry more and more as the days go by.”

“It’s because of you…”

“That’s right.”

He had grumbled without realizing it, just like he did to Tibane, but Logan laughed and conceded. When Irodel blinked his wet eyes and looked up, hard fingertips gently stroked around his eyes.

“I have no intention of denying that it’s my fault. You can hate me if you want to hate me.”

“…”

“But you’ll soon forget and come close again. Because you’re someone starved for affection.”