Chapter 4.2

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Results of Administered Drug Compounds  

By combining specific drugs, it was possible to control Subject T’s (Footnote 72) behavior to a significant degree. During this time, T exhibited physical capabilities beyond his normal athletic performance. After the drug’s effects wore off, he retained almost no memory of what had occurred.  

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Further combinations allowed manipulation of sensory perception. After administering the drug and applying hypnosis to eliminate pain, a simple surgical procedure was successfully performed on T. The moment hypnosis was lifted, T complained of pain at the surgical site without any awareness of having undergone surgery.  

Conversely, the same drug could be used to induce pain in perfectly healthy areas. Using this method, a healthy man in his 40s was subjected to 34 days of hypnosis-induced pain without any physical contact, ultimately leading to his death.  

An autopsy revealed not a single wound on the body. Physicians from Tübingen and Salowef were brought in to determine the cause of death–both concluded it was due to “debility.”  

Research into mass hypnosis was discontinued at the hypothesis stage due to internal disagreements within the Organization (Footnote 73). Subsequently, C (Footnote 74) began studies on memory manipulation.  

Experiments on 16 males of similar age to T revealed significant individual differences in memory alteration. Over a year of trials:  

– 3 remembered nothing of the events under hypnosis.  

– 4 perceived them as dreams.  

– 2 displayed the opposite reaction (…).  

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Addendum (Footnote 75): Memory manipulation could be controlled to a considerable extent using triggers.  

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Footnotes 

72. Presumed to be Count Niklas Schmidt.  

73. A secret organization under the Knüpfe Dynasty.  

74. Countess Etwar Schmidt, the document’s author.  

75. Added later by Logan Schmidt (younger brother of Count Alexander Schmidt). Ink analysis confirmed a ~100-year gap between Etwar’s records and this addition.  

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Yvonne’s wrists were slender enough for Alexander to bind with one hand. He gripped them, pinning them above her on the desk.  

Her arms, pressed against her ribs, pulled her chest forward. With every thrust, her full, pale br*asts heaved violently, her n*pples stiff with ar*usal.  

Yvonne lay with her legs shamelessly spread, taking Alexander inside her. She was on the verge of losing her mind. Even if she had experienced vivid dreams of intimacy, reality was on another level entirely.  

“Hah… Ah…!”

A shallow cl*max teased her lower belly – then, just as she grew accustomed to it, a far more intense wave surged through her. Each time it hit, she couldn’t even hold her jaw steady, tears and moans spilling freely.  

Even after the peak, her body ached from the aftershocks. And worst of all, before the echoes of pl*asure could fade, he kept ruthlessly driving into her, dragging her toward another unbearable cl*max.  

Stop… Please, brother, stop…  

“Nngh! Yes… harder… Hah, I’m gonna… again… Ahh–!”  

She tried to resist, but the words that left her lips were nothing but vulgar pleas. In the end, she bit down on her lip – better to say nothing at all.  

Alexander’s grip on her wrists was so tight her hands had gone numb. Every time he slammed into her, her chest shook painfully. Her back, rubbed raw against the cold desk, now burned feverishly.  

Her lower body felt like it had melted. Her thighs, spread wide around him, trembled helplessly. The way her entrance gaped open, it seemed impossible it would ever close again.  

I’m scared. Yvonne slowly shut her eyes. The fear of nightmares was nothing compared to this.  

Maybe this is just another dream. Like always, the line between reality and illusion was blurred.  

“Hah!”  

Then Alexander thrust deep, spearing her open. Her eyelids flew up, forcing her to meet his gaze.  

A light sheen of sweat glistened on his handsome forehead. He looked far less composed than usual. As his breathing grew ragged, so did hers.  

A strange heat burned in his dark eyes. Like prey caught in a predator’s stare, Yvonne was trapped, unable to think.  

A large hand gripped her hip, tilting her pelvis. The moment she instinctively tensed–  

“Aaaah–!”  

“Ngh…” 

His c*ck pulsed violently, pumping thick ropes of seed deep into her womb. The sheer volume overflowed, mixing with her slick as it dripped down her thighs.  

Only after his release did Alexander finally let her go. Even as he pulled out, her small body twitched at the stimulation.  

Unable to close her legs, Yvonne’s exposed s*x was obscenely on display – her hole twitching, spilling his c*m. Milky streaks ran down her inner thighs, dripping onto the floor beneath the desk.  

He watched the lewd sight for a moment before turning his gaze to the window. Dawn was breaking.  

“Huh…”  

Half the night had been spent humoring his grandfather’s drunken ramblings – the other half defiling his sister. With a short sigh, he adjusted his clothes.  

Yvonne lay motionless, possibly unconscious. Her faint breaths were the only sound. Alexander, indifferent, searched for her clothes – her cloak and nightgown strewn across the floor. Resigned, he fetched one of his own coats, large enough to swallow her small frame whole.  

The halls were empty. Servants used different passages, and knights rarely sought him out before breakfast. At least this way, no one would see Yvonne in this state.  

Not that he cared about her reputation. 

Her bedroom was cramped and shabby for a count’s daughter. The bed was old and narrow – not because the Schmidts hated her, but because they preferred to pretend she didn’t exist.  

Officially, Yvonne Schmidt’s mother was Eric Schmidt’s first wife. Unofficially, no marriage had ever taken place. In fact, none of the Schmidts even knew her mother’s name – or face.  

Eric had spent years in the capital as a young man. Had his father not died so suddenly, he might have stayed longer. But the day he returned to inherit the title, he carried a b*by with snow-white hair and blood-red eyes.  

His uncle, Sebastian, recoiled at the child’s grotesque appearance. But Eric declared – bastard or not – he would raise her as his legitimate heir. Sebastian responded by drinking himself into a stupor for a week.  

“Those eyes… they’re bewitching.” 

Sebastian hated his grandson Logan’s russet eyes too, but even those were better than Yvonne’s. Alexander had always thought his grandfather was just a miserable old man – until he saw Yvonne for himself.  

Now, he studied her face. From head to toe, she was pure white – except for those glaring red eyes. It was only natural they drew attention.  

No… not just her eyes. His gaze dropped to her lips. He smirked. He wasn’t the type to care for kisses – especially not between siblings. D*sgusting. That was a different kind of intimacy altogether.  

And there were other red parts on her body. His eyes lingered on her stiff, rosy n*pples, still peaked from ar*usal. Each breath made her chest rise and fall enticingly.  

His gaze trailed lower – past the dip of her waist – remembering the tight, flushed heat that had gripped him. His body stirred again. Without hesitation, he climbed over her once more.  

The moment the man spilled his seed inside her, she thought it was finally over. Yvonne collapsed into unconsciousness as if fainting.

And then she dreamed – of floating weightlessly through the air, cradled in someone’s arms.

Is this a dream too? Probably. Yvonne had no concept of what it meant to be held by another. No one had ever embraced her – not once in her entire life.

A bitter feeling welled up. Why do only the bad things blur the line between dream and reality, while the good things exist solely in dreams?

But even in dreams, she couldn’t have what she truly wanted. Before she could even clutch at the sleeve of the person holding her, she was lowered onto a cold bed.

Just like that, she was swallowed by the lonely dark. After the horrors of today – the worst she’d ever endured – she prayed at least this night would be free of nightmares.

“Hah—!”

But before she could fully lose consciousness, she felt something between her legs. Yvonne jerked awake to find a large figure looming over her. The dim pre-dawn light made it impossible to recognize who it was. Before she could even scream, the man pressed down on her.

“Hng…!”

Something thick and monstrous slid into her already soaked entrance. The pressure was unbearable – far beyond anything words could describe. Gasping, she thrashed to escape.

The man easily subdued her movements. Pinning one thigh down, he dragged her hips toward him. Against that overwhelming strength, she couldn’t even resist properly. Without pause, he sheathed himself inside her to the hilt.

“Haah… ugh…!”

Fully sheathed, his coarse p*bic hair rubbed mercilessly against her cl*t. He rolled his hips slowly, drawing obsc*ne, w*t sounds as her walls were ruthlessly stretched.

A traitorous spark of pl*asure shot through her. Unable to bear the self-loathing, she burst into tears.

“Yvonne.”

A voice cut through the dark. One she recognized.

Slowly, she lowered her hands from her face. Whether it was because she knew the voice or because her eyes had adjusted to the dark, she could faintly make out the man’s stern features. Sniffling, she spoke.

“Brother…?”

Her own voice sounded foreign – hoarse and broken. She pressed her lips together. She was becoming someone else.

“……”

Alexander didn’t answer. Instead, he leaned over her, so close she could feel his breath. On reflex, her fingers closed around his wrist beside her shoulder. His body was hard, fever-hot against her. She thought she’d push him away – but she didn’t. Alexander didn’t seem to care either way. Bending over her, he moved his hips without pause.

The faint scent of alcohol clung to his breath. Just that was enough to make her head spin. No – she was already drunk. Between the w*t sounds of their coupling, her moans rose high and pleading.

“Nn… ah, ah…!”

This is wrong. Doing this with my stepbrother… Her mind blanked. The revulsion faded bit by bit  – maybe because, in that moment, she’d rather be taken by him than a stranger.

Alexander’s breathing grew rougher, his thrusts harder. The bed shook as if it might break, but by then, nothing mattered anymore.

Just as her body and mind were sinking into the mire, someone knocked on her door. A flicker of clarity returned to Yvonne’s dazed eyes. She pushed at Alexander, but he didn’t budge. In her panic, she didn’t even realize this was the first time she’d ever successfully resisted him.

“Nora… Nora’s here to wake me…!”

“……”

“Brother… please…!”

Alexander stared down at her tearful face with emotionless eyes before speaking.

“Tell her to come back later.”

Sniffling, she steadied her voice. Right now, she’d be grateful just for him to stop moving. Alexander watched silently as her trembling lips parted.

“N-Nora… I’ll sleep a little longer…!”

Before she could finish, the door burst open. Yvonne froze at the sight of the figure in the doorway. Alexander glanced over his shoulder. Through the lace canopy, a familiar man came into view. Alexander frowned.

“Logan?”

“Busy so early in the morning, brother.”

Logan grinned, circling closer. Yvonne scrambled to cover herself, but the thin sheet slipped away. She could only barely shield her chest with her hands.

When Logan casually drew back the canopy and sat at the head of the bed, Alexander’s expression twisted.

“What the hell are you doing? Get out.”

“Keeping the fun to yourselves? How cruel. Let me join.”

“Are you insane?”

“Yvonne wouldn’t mind. Right?”

Logan’s gaze shifted to her, and Alexander turned to look as well. Yvonne stared up at Logan with terror. Unlike his serene expression, she could barely breathe.

How can he act so calm? What did Logan even say to him? Look at the state I’m in–

Then she felt it – Alexander, still buried inside her. Spread open before two men, completely exposed.

Her lips trembled. Should she beg Logan for help? Tell him something was wrong? He always listened – maybe even someone as foolish as her could make him understand–

“…!”

A finger traced her lips. The touch sent a jolt through her.

“Yvonne, tell me. What should we do?”

She stared at him, unblinking. Logan’s smile was as gentle as ever, but something felt off. Her mouth opened slowly.

This isn’t right. Something’s wrong. Don’t speak. If you say anything now–

“I want… both of you to ruin me… until I can’t even speak…”

“See? Brother.”

No, that’s not it! Panting, she turned to Alexander – only to meet his icy gaze.

“Do what you want. I’ll finish down here and leave.”

“…!”

His eyes were freezing. The sharp disdain in them made her body lock up. Thankfully, Logan’s face soon blocked her view.

Come to think of it, big brother has always been like this. From the very beginning.

Yvonne didn’t feel wronged. To her, relatives fell into two categories: those like her father, who ignored her, and those like her great-uncle, who despised her. Alexander was clearly the latter. Just because their skin had touched, just because he hadn’t shaken her off when she clung to him – none of that changed a thing.

“Nn…!”

Logan’s kiss lacked Alexander’s brutality – yet something about it echoed last night’s violation with unsettling familiarity.

What if he starts hating me too? He’s the only one who’s ever been kind.  

But Alexander’s thrusts sent w*t slaps echoing through the room. How could anyone stay kind after seeing this? 

“Nn… Ah, ahh–!” 

When Yvonne screamed, the vibrations traveled to Logan’s c*ck in her mouth. He frowned at Alexander, their gazes clashing mid-air.  

Alexander ignored him, focusing on Yvonne’s face – pale cheeks now flushed, tears streaming as she sucked Logan obscenely. Her lips stretched around thick flesh.  

Logan watched their joined bodies. Her swollen cl*t, the stretch of her entrance around Alexander’s c*ck – both glistened with a mix of fl*ids.  

“Brother… isn’t this too much? She’ll break–”

Alexander responded with harder thrusts. The bed rocked violently. Logan matched his rhythm, f*cking her throat.  

“Hah! Nn–! Ah, ahh–!”  

Overwhelmed, Yvonne clawed at the sheets. Pl*asure and pain blurred – her vision whited out as someone groped her chest.  

“Ngh…!”

Her walls clenched violently. Alexander slammed into her one last time, flooding her womb. Logan followed, releasing down her throat. 

Alexander left without a word. Cold air hit Yvonne’s sweat-and-c*m-smeared skin. She curled up, wishing Logan would disappear too.  

“Up, Yvonne. You need to wash.”  

Logan carried her to the bath. Hot steam fogged the room.  

“Let’s clean out the seed first.”  

He bent her over the tub’s edge. A syringe filled with lemon juice and water pierced her tender flesh.  

“Hng… Logan…?”  

“Don’t move. If it breaks inside, you’ll get hurt.”  

Her legs trembled. “P-Pregnant…?”  

Logan smiled. “If you carry a child, Grandfather will burn you alive. Unless you name the father – but it can’t be Brother or me.” 

Her face drained of color. Sebastian would do it.

“I’ll help you,” Logan soothed. “Come to me after Brother uses you. Or after Max.” 

“Max…?”  

He ignored her, fingers probing her ruined entrance. “Squeeze tight. Brother stretched you too much.”  

Shame burned as her cl*t throbbed against his palm.  

“You’re exhausted. Sleep now.”  

His gentle hands lulled her.  

“You’ll need rest for tonight’s fun.”  

The words barely registered. Warmth brushed her cheek – she fell into darkness.