Chapter 6

“Prepare the carriage.”  

“Yes, my lord.”

Alexander issued the order to his servant and stood by the door. Beyond the window, darkness had long since fallen. Yet the lobby of this opulent mansion thrummed with obsc*ne vitality.  

Whistles and raucous cheers erupted nearby. Masked men and women, their bodies bare save for grotesque disguises, writhed atop a circular table, entangled with a massive serpent. The surrounding crowd – similarly masked – watched with drunken fascination.  

He was long past the stage of shock or embarrassment at such spectacles. If anything, he felt only–  

“…”  

Alexander banished the thought and turned away. ‘Just let me leave without that grotesque scene searing itself into my vision.’ All he wanted was to return to his chambers and collapse into bed.  

“Leaving so soon?”  

Of course. Nothing was ever that simple.  

The voice came from a man who looked at least a century old, leaning heavily on a cane. The mask covering half his face failed to conceal the deep wrinkles – or Alexander’s visible distaste.  

“My business here is done.”  

“This attitude won’t earn you anyone’s trust.”  

“My name was added to the roster the moment I inherited my title.”  

“And yet this is your first time attending one of our gatherings.”  

“I came last year for the hunting tournament. And my financial contributions have been more than enough.” 

The old man chuckled at his bluntness. Fortunately, a servant announced the carriage’s readiness. Alexander offered an abrupt “Good evening” and turned to leave – only for the man to shamelessly follow him outside and climb into the carriage uninvited. Resigned, Alexander endured the conversation.  

“Many still distrust the Schmidts.”

“My grandfather was one of the founders of this society.”  

“Sebastian was Sebastian. He openly opposed Duke Knupe’s rise to the throne. But everyone knows what the other Schmidts did to serve him – no deed too vile.”

Decades-old grudges. The obsession of old men. Alexander removed his mask and tossed it aside, his gesture dripping with exhaustion. Yet Marquis Mubarak continued undeterred.  

“Take the Comtesse d’Étoile. Hundreds died by her hand – anyone who threatened the Knupe dynasty. To this day, they call her the ‘Red-Eyed Witch’ in whispers.” 

“And she was executed the moment she outlived her usefulness. Everyone knows that. No Schmidt would lift a finger for Knupe now.”

“That’s not the point. It’s her ability that concerns me.”  

“Torture isn’t a skill.”  

“Not that.” The Marquis removed his own mask, hesitating before murmuring, “The power to control people.”  

“…” 

Alexander chewed the inside of his cheek. He willed his expression blank. Is this senility? Or a test?

“Consider how Sebastian’s three sons died. All suffocated. No suspects.” 

“…” 

“But was there truly no one? Or were they simply unable to name the culprit?” 

The Schmidt domain was remote, its borders unnaturally sealed. Within it, the Schmidts ruled like kings. Sebastian, paranoid even in his youth, had hidden the estate’s secret passages from everyone – even his wife and children.  

“You can’t honestly believe Sebastian was sane enough to orchestrate that.” 

The Comtesse controlling her nephew to kill Sebastian’s sons? Alexander had long suspected the deaths were tied to Knupe loyalists – hardly surprising given their rivalry. But to suggest mind control–  

I’m the mad one for entertaining this. He massaged his throbbing temples as the carriage climbed the hill toward Schmidt Castle.  

Dawn had broken and faded by the time they arrived. The remaining retainers and servants greeted their lord’s return. After a brief report to Nina, Alexander headed straight for his chambers. He’d dozed fitfully in the carriage but felt no more rested. All he wanted now was sleep–  

“Ugh… Again? You’re leaving?” 

As he turned the doorknob, heated voices spilled from within – voices that had no business being in his private quarters. One belonged to his spoiled younger brother. The other–  

“Hah… Haaah… I-I’m close… Ah! Ahn ♡!” 

Rage ignited in his chest. Alexander slammed the door open.

◇ ◆ ◇

After mixing her body with Max, Yvonne left without looking back. 

The sudden return of her senses made her desperate to escape. She knew better than anyone that what had just happened couldn’t be undone – yet she still fled as if it could.  

By the time she returned to her room, s*men had already trickled down her thighs, staining her shoes. Panicked, she scrubbed at the leather with a handkerchief, but only ruined the finish. In tears, she poured water from a pitcher over them.  

“Hic… Ugh… Nn…”

But the damage only worsened – just like her current state.  

Clutching the ruined shoes, Yvonne collapsed to the floor. Dazed, she mechanically checked the clock and swallowed hard.  

Logan will call for me soon. And she’d obediently hike up her skirt and beg to be held, even as Max’s spend dripped from her. Logan would–  

A violent shudder wracked her. I have to clean up. He can’t see me like this. She’d rather die.  

The bathtub was always filled with warm, clean water now. No more shivering under cold pitcher rinses. She tossed her dress aside and plunged in.  

Her thighs and outer folds were easy to wash. But inside? Her face twisted in fear. How many times had she spread her legs and fingered herself in front of her brothers while out of her mind? Yet now, sober, she couldn’t even push a fingertip in.  

“Ngh…”  

Tears streamed anew. She sobbed in the tub until it was time to go to Logan.  

“You ate so much yesterday, and you’re still begging?”  

“I… I just want to suck your c*ck…”

She no longer questioned why she said these things. She just prayed for time to pass. Once the sun set and she was in bed, the worries would vanish.  

But for now, she fumbled with Logan’s fly, shame burning her eyes. He stopped her, tilting her chin up. His face was already dark with lust.  

“Ha… You’re obsc*ne, Yvonne.” 

“Y-Yes… So…”  

Denied his c*ck, she lay back and spread her legs. Her heart raced. He’ll see everything – the mess Max left inside– Her face paled.  

“F*ck my filthy p*ssy…” 

Peeling herself open, her flushed flesh glistened. Logan’s gaze pinned her. When his finger probed her entrance, she flinched – sending a gush of mixed fl*ids seeping out.  

“Yvonne, were you that desperate?”  

“Ah… That’s… Hah, nn…!”  

Her heart sank. His fingers scoured her insides, scraping out remnants. She could only whimper.  

“Who was it?”  

“Nn…” 

She bit her lip, but Logan already knew.  

“Max?” 

“…Yes.”  

He worked his fingers deeper, sharpening his strokes. Yet her hips lifted greedily for more.  

“He came a lot. Couldn’t you wait? Alexander will be here soon.”  

Alexander. Her throat tightened. Memories of his rough thrusts made her clench – a reaction Logan noticed, laughing low.  

“Miss him? Love his c*ck that much?”  

“Sob… Yes… Hah!”  

He withdrew abruptly, leaving her gasping. Scooping her up, he smirked.  

“Let’s wait in his room. Plenty of ways to pass time.”  

She knew what he meant. 

Later, astride Logan in the parlor, she rocked her hips – a predictable script. Just as predictable was Alexander’s entrance mid-act.  

“Hah! Nn! Ah–!”  

Logan grinned up at his scowling brother, gripping Yvonne’s waist.  

“Not joining us, brother?” 

Alexander leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed. Yvonne turned – and froze at his glacial stare. He could drag me out by my hair right now.  

“B-Brother…?”  

His gaze trailed her n*ked form: slender shoulders, delicate spine, waist narrow enough to span with his hands. Her thighs trembled.  

“M-Master…?” 

Her anal bead peeked out with each pant. Below, her stretched c*nt struggled around Logan.  

Alexander remembered exactly how she clenched around him. His c*ck twitched. He strode forward.  

Yvonne’s heart seized. Will he hit me? Or shove himself down my throat? Both terrified her equally.  

He unbuckled his pants without hesitation. His erect*on sprang free. She scrambled to take him into her mouth – her first time. 

Even just the head strained her jaw. His musk flooded her senses.  

“Lucky he likes you,” Logan chuckled. “Or we’d be f*cking in the hallway.”  

“Shut up.” 

A rough hand petted her hair – clumsy, but she had no room to dwell on it. She gagged as Alexander’s girth breached her throat. If he forces it deeper, he’ll break my neck. Tears fell.  

“Yvonne.”  

He pulled out, tipping her chin up.  

“I’m putting it in. Don’t stop – just lick.”  

Confused, she obeyed, lapping at him like a starved dog. His size dwarfed her hands. ‘How did this wreck me so thoroughly?’ A moan escaped her.  

His veins pulsed under her tongue. When she swirled around the crown, pr*cum spilled. She drank it greedily.  

“Enough.”  

Alexander moved behind her, pressing her flush against Logan. Her c*nt was still full.  

Logan thrust up slowly, mixing their fl*ids. Alexander watched, yanking her anal beads free one by one.  

“Ahn!”

Each pop wrenched a cry from her. By the third, her vision blurred. Logan laughed as she clutched his shirt, sobbing.  

“Coming just from your a$s? Cute. But brother–” He eyed Alexander’s c*ck nudging her rear. “You’ll tear her.” 

Yvonne blanched. Alexander’s hips were brutal. He’ll ruin me.  

She tried to squirm away, but his weight pinned her. His tip pressed against her rim.  

“Brother… I’m scared…”

He pushed in without a word. She stiffened. Logan shouted–  

“Brother! What the–?!”  

Alexander was pushing himself toward the side where Logan was still buried inside. He forced the head of his c*ck into her thoroughly soaked entrance.

“Mine’s touching yours… Ugh…”

He shoved himself in with sheer force. Every time his length thrust deep inside, Yvonne’s body jolted violently.

“Hahk…!”

She could feel two men inside her at once. Her stretched entrance burned, aching from the brutal intrusion. Trapped between her brothers, she couldn’t move at all. Yvonne couldn’t even make a sound – only tears streamed down silently.

Her spread legs no longer hurt. But the fear of being torn apart was overwhelming. She could feel the pulsing of the two c*cks inside her, each throbbing relentlessly.

‘I can’t believe this is happening… I’m scared… Please, stop…’

She wanted to beg, but no voice came out. She couldn’t even breathe properly.

Perhaps it wasn’t just her imagination. Logan frowned when he noticed her ragged breathing.

“Yvonne.”

“Hng…!”

She didn’t answer. Her face was flushed as she whimpered, tears spilling endlessly from her big eyes, dripping down her chin onto Logan’s shirt.

Logan called her name several times, stroking her waist, but she didn’t respond. His expression darkened.

“Brother, move aside… Something’s wrong with her.”

Alexander didn’t answer. Instead, he gripped Yvonne’s chin, tilting her face up. Her small features fit entirely in his palm. He pressed his thumb against her slender throat and whispered by her ear.

“Yvonne, breathe.”

“Hh–ah…!”

At his words, her darkened vision cleared. She gasped, finally drawing in air. A large hand stroked her cheek, almost as if wiping away her tears. Alexander continued in a low voice.

“Good.”

It wasn’t much different from taming a beast. But strangely, his touch calmed her. Yvonne squeezed her eyes shut and nuzzled into his warm palm. ‘I must’ve become a dog already. Just like Logan said in that dream long ago.’

Alexander pulled his hand away and buried his face against her nape. His hot breath against her neck was rough – he was excited. A shiver ran down her spine, and she trembled uncontrollably.

The man inside her began moving slowly. Her lower half was already soaked with Max and Logan’s c*m mixed with her own slick. Because of it, his monstrously large c*ck slid in and out with ease.

“Aahn…!”

He pulled out until only the tip remained, then thrust back in deeply the moment her body relaxed. Each time, Logan’s c*ck, buried at her front, pressed hard against her inner walls. She couldn’t stop the moans spilling from her lips.

Logan reached out wordlessly, groping her chest as if to crush it, then pinched her n*pples harshly. Overwhelmed by the stimulation, she jerked violently – only for Alexander to grip her waist from behind and slam into her deeper. The thought of being torn apart vanished, replaced by pl*asure that pierced through her entire body.

“Ah–hah, hahk, ah, oh…♡! B-Brother, more… Aah, aahn…♡♡♡!”

It hurt. But the pl*asure outweighed the pain. Alexander gripped her hips and pounded into her ruthlessly while Logan embraced her, tormenting her lips and chest.

Soon, her rationality shattered. The fact that two c*cks were inside her no longer mattered. Broken moans spilled out as her entire body trembled. Yvonne mindlessly repeated the same words, over and over.

“Feels good… Feels good…!”

Logan pulled the sobbing Yvonne into his arms and shot an irritated glare at his brother, who was still ravaging her without pause.

“I didn’t know you were this much of a pervert, brother… Ugh, you keep grinding against mine inside her…!”

“Then pull out. She’s already half-dead anyway.”

Logan’s face twisted, but Alexander didn’t see it. His gaze was fixed on Yvonne, who was crying from the overwhelming pl*asure yet still rocking her hips in time with his thrusts.

“Ah–ahh, no…! Keep… Keep f*cking me…♡! Ah, hahk, Brothers’ c*cks… Don’t stop…! Ahn, ah–haaah…♡♡!”

Whether she realized it or not, her stretched c*nt and twitching assh*le were on full display for him. Yvonne spread her legs wider, shamelessly crying out.

Alexander couldn’t tear his eyes away. Her disheveled silver hair tangled over her flushed, n*ked body.

A sharp surge of pl*asure hit him. He didn’t hold back. Gripping Yvonne tightly, he buried himself to the hilt in one brutal thrust.

“Hhaaaah–!”

“Ugh…!”

By the time Yvonne regained her senses, she felt impossibly full – like she’d burst. The c*ck inside her twitched violently before spurting thick ropes of c*m, filling her to the brim. He didn’t stop until her womb was completely flooded.

She couldn’t take it all. Excess seed spilled out from between her stretched folds and the two c*cks. Her swollen eyes barely managed to blink – it was a miracle she hadn’t passed out. She slumped against Logan, gasping for air.

As always, Alexander pulled out just as roughly as he’d pushed in. The sudden emptiness made her body jerk. A flood of c*m gushed out from her gaping entrance.

She couldn’t control herself. The thoughts of fear and horror were gone – only instinct remained. ‘I just want to go back to my room and sleep…’

But Logan was still inside her. He’d already come once before Alexander arrived, but she knew he’d fill her up again.

Yvonne braced a hand against Logan’s chest, struggling to sit up. For some reason, his face looked flustered – angry, even.

‘Did I do something wrong again?’ Tears welled up. She clenched around his c*ck and slowly rolled her hips.

“Lo… Logan… Hng…!”

Suddenly, she was lifted into the air. His c*ck slipped out of her. She flailed in surprise, but long arms wrapped around her tightly, restraining her completely.

Yvonne barely managed to meet Alexander’s gaze. His face was as composed and beautiful as ever – unlike her, who was a complete mess. She quickly averted her eyes.