Inside the office, only the pheromones of his brother and himself filled the air.

In this utopia he’d dreamed of day and night, D’Élysée’s posture relaxed considerably. For a brief moment, he closed his eyes, breathing deeply with his chest gently rising.

“This is perfect, brother.”

D’Élysée looked down at Egru with gentle eyes. Egru, unlike him, continued wiping away tears while holding his breath.

“Don’t you think so too?”

“……”

“No? Is it because of Levian?”

D’Élysée softly cupped Egru’s cheek. His hand was so large it nearly covered the entire green face.

“You’re too soft-hearted, brother. He’s not worth worrying about.”

D’Élysée grabbed his brother’s face and forcibly turned it, making him face Levian’s corpse directly.

“Hng, ahhh…!”

Egru cried out in horror, tears streaming down. By now, Levian seemed to have completely stopped breathing.

D’Élysée couldn’t hold back his laughter. The troublemaker he’d never been able to shake off was now nothing more than a rotting heap of flesh.

He embraced his brother’s squirming body. He buried his face in the trembling neck.

A scent of pheromones so satisfying it was overwhelming. It felt like his respiratory system was becoming paralyzed.

D’Élysée kept licking the green neck. It tasted so sweet he wanted to sink his sharp canines into it right then and there.

Soon, D’Élysée raised his head to look at Egru. An intoxicating impulse spread to his fingertips, and his lower regions burned unbearably. The eruption point for his long-accumulated passion was right before him.

“I’m sorry. I’m hard.”

“Ah, ah! No…!”

D’Élysée made Egru lie on his stomach and removed his bottoms.

His brother’s body had almost no curves. But there was one uniquely raised mound.

The small green buttocks looked remarkably good against the deep purple sofa.

When he gently touched it with his index finger, it flinched in response. More boldly now, he cupped it with his large palm and used his thumb to spread the mounds apart. The clenching entrance timidly welcomed him.

“So pretty.”

Having skillfully removed his uniform top, D’Élysée immediately buried his face between them. He frantically licked around the smooth hole. Gripping the soft flesh firmly with both hands to spread it wide, he twisted his head from side to side to get deeper.

“S-stop! Don’t!”

“I didn’t know you were this energetic, brother.”

D’Élysée murmured with his lips still pressed against the clean folds.

Pinning down the resisting body with his thick arm, he continued preparing for their union. His well-shaped bridge of nose was pressed firmly against the green valley. Each time he exhaled his suppressed breath, his abs became defined repeatedly.

‘!’

It was then. A sudden spark flashed before D’Élysée’s tightly closed eyes.

“Brother, just now…”

D’Élysée slowly opened his eyes. With an incredulous expression, he sat up straight while touching the bridge of his nose.

“Did you hit me?”

His face stung from being struck by a small but solid fist. As the restraining force lifted, his brother fled to the edge of the sofa.

As if trying to threaten him, he kept his trembling fist raised. His green face, feverish and tear-stained, was bright red. Meanwhile, the genitals visible between his legs were remarkably clean and small.

D’Élysée momentarily realized he was in a dream.

His consciousness vaguely returned at the sight of an action his brother would never do. No matter how angry, his brother would never hit him like this.

What’s in front of me right now is…

But in the confusion of the jumbled dream, useless facts were quickly forgotten. Like a fish’s silver scales that briefly break the surface only to disappear beneath the water again. All that remained in his mind was the boiling point of sorrow.

“Brother, how…”

D’Élysée felt his eyes instantly grow hot.

“How could you do this to me? I’ve waited so long for this moment…”

“No! D-don’t come closer!”

D’Élysée grabbed Egru and laid him back on the sofa. This time, so they could face each other.

Before he could close his round knees together, D’Élysée dove between his thighs and unbuckled his belt. Blue veins protruded from his lower abdomen all the way to his massively erect member.

“You know what, brother?”

A precarious light gleamed in his pale green eyes. As he aligned the tip of his dripping glans with the hole, Egru twisted his hips desperately.

Green hands pushed against D’Élysée’s face and shoulder. The sun-tanned skin from frequent training was pushed hard. Yet D’Élysée himself paid no mind and simply lowered his waist.

“They say you can forget pain through pleasure.”

“Kuh!”

A sound of breath stopping followed.

D’Élysée swallowed his groan with a grimace. Though the passage was narrow, he forced his way in with a single thrust.

He couldn’t enter as deeply as he wanted, but the tight grip made his vision burn white.

“Brother…”

D’Élysée, feeling the lingering sensation, pressed his hips down once more. As the thick member burrowed deep again, the amber eyes began to roll back. He gently pressed his hot hand against the bulging green lower abdomen.

“Ugh, urk…”

As Egru’s body curled like a shrimp, D’Élysée slowly moved his hips. The brownish hair swayed to the rhythm of the squelching sounds.

“Ah! Aah, hic…!”

D’Élysée embraced his brother tightly and picked up the pace of his thrusting.

Each time he pressed against the sensitive spot, sweet pheromones erupted. Before he knew it, his pale green eyes became languidly unfocused, like someone in ecstasy.

“I missed you, brother. Unbearably so…”

D’Élysée squeezed his eyes shut. He continued the violent coupling as if pouring out the desire he’d suppressed all this time.

“Always, always like this, just the two of us…”

It was then that he felt something sharp against his stomach. Looking down in surprise, his brother was cold and hard. Levian’s corpse had somehow transformed into the headless body of a deer.

“No, this can’t be…!”

D’Élysée picked up his brother with desperate hands. A shocking flash of light reflected in his black pupils.

The day of the demon massacre. His brother was exactly as he had been when he died, pierced by an arrow.

“Brother…!”

D’Élysée jerked awake from the dream. Everything was dark around him. Only the palace ceiling was faintly visible in the weak moonlight.

No way…

Without time to gather his racing emotions, D’Élysée lifted the blanket. There was a familiar yet unpleasant dampness.

He immediately pulled at his waistband to check his lower body. Seeing the unmistakable evidence of a wet dream, he finally covered his face with both hands.

“Sorry, I’m so sorry, brother…”

Even though it was just a dream, he was disgusted with himself for being so forceful. But perhaps because he had faced his lifelong desire for the first time, he simultaneously felt strangely liberated.

D’Élysée cherished the pillow soaked with his brother’s scent, pulling it close. As the edge of the pillow pressed gently between his thighs, a low, suppressed moan escaped through his teeth.

I’ll leave the palace tomorrow if possible.

Since they’d established some rapport, he could exchange information with Queen Röwugor via communication. He wanted to confirm with his own eyes that his brother was alive, as soon as possible.

***

In the second-floor bedroom of the northern cabin.

Glancing around nervously, Egru hesitantly opened his mouth.

“Thank you, but, um, I can eat by myself, Your Holiness…”

“There’s no need to feel burdened. I’m doing this because I want to,” the Pope said with a bright smile.

Life in the north flowed peacefully. The only issue was feeling sorry toward the Pope who continued to take care of him even though his body had recovered.

Sweat beaded on Egru’s forehead. His position was comfortable, leaning against the plush pillows stacked by the bedside. But his mind was still uneasy.

“Please open your mouth, little believer. Just a bit more…”

The Pope continued feeding him warm rice porridge, one spoonful at a time.

Egru diligently opened his mouth following the Pope’s instructions. He felt like a baby bird receiving food from its mother.

“Is it delicious, little believer?”

“Y-yes…”

“I’m glad.”

The Pope smiled gently. For some reason, with a slightly excited expression, he also squeezed his own thighs tightly.

“Now, say ‘ah’ again.”

Why was it that every time the spoon penetrated between his parted lips, he felt like those purple eyes were deeply observing the inside of his mouth? Egru truly thought it was just his imagination and didn’t give it much importance.

“It’s so pleasing to see you eating well.”

The porridge was savory yet mild. While feeling grateful for the treatment beyond what he deserved, a question crossed his mind.

How did he recognize me?

Miss Mayfield and Levian were old acquaintances, but hadn’t he only met the Pope face-to-face for one day in the past? Actually, it was strange that the Holy Knights knew his description in the first place.

“Um, Y-Your Holiness. How did you recognize—”

“Do you remember?” the Pope naturally cut him off as he set down the porridge bowl.

“That day when I said I wanted to get to know the little believer more deeply?”

“Ah, at the P-Papal Curia…”

“Actually, my feelings remain the same now as they were then, little believer. Despite these dark times, I can’t hide my growing affection.”

The Pope’s ears turned red. Egru, on the other hand, tilted his head in confusion.

“Do you understand what I mean?”

The Pope asked with a bright expression, as if already anticipating Egru’s answer. Egru, rolling his eyes as if contemplating the answer to a timed quiz, swallowed hard.

“It seems to be Your Holiness’s great intention to l-look after the lives of the common people.”

“Hmm, it’s a bit more personal than that.”

The Pope smiled, neatly folding his hands on his thighs. How long had it been since that polite laughter stopped? Those deeply shining purple eyes stared fixedly at Egru’s neck.

“You’re an Omega, aren’t you, little believer?”