Chapter 128

“Snap out of it, Gilbert! Look outside! Th-there’s someone else there!”

Egru desperately clutched at his waistband. He had to prevent the calamity of his pants being pulled down.

“Stop! Stop it!”

“…Why?”

Their urgent breaths intertwined, each for their own reasons. As the large hand rummaged inside his underwear, Egru’s waist curved inward. He could vividly feel the stiff rod pressing against his back.

“Don’t want to.”

Gilbert murmured, burying his face into the nape of Egru’s neck. His pupils, wrapped in crimson irises, hazily dilated.

“Want to eat now.”

“No! I don’t want to show this side of me!”

Egru squeezed his eyes shut as he struggled. He used all his might to try and pry away the arm wrapped around his waist.

But it wouldn’t budge at all. He felt as helpless as trying to scrape away at a boulder with his fingernails.

How pathetic must I look…

A layer of moisture pooled in his amber eyes. He couldn’t bear to check his brother’s expression beyond the barrier.

“I’ve been holding back. But now…”

Gilbert began rubbing his dark red member against Egru’s spine. An abnormal amount of precum overflowed from the head, swollen like a fist.

The fabric, slick with the viscous fluid, clung to Egru’s back. Through the contours of his trembling body, the pale skin underneath the cloth was clearly visible.

“Can’t hold back anymore.”

Gilbert muttered with heated breath. The hand that had been kneading Egru’s center deliberately grabbed his waistband and pulled it down.

“You’ll tear them! Stop it!”

Egru put all his strength into pulling his pants back up. But even with both hands resisting, Gilbert’s single hand was overwhelmingly powerful.

Huh?

His vision suddenly wavered. The large hand appeared to split into two, no, three. His head spun as the pheromones grew so potent they made his nose hurt.

“Ugh…!”

Barely having time to be startled by the sudden dizziness, Gilbert, who had lost his composure, knocked Egru down. His small chest hit the ground, choking off his breath.

My body… won’t move…

His round cheek pressed helplessly against the ground. Blood trickled slowly from his nose, seeping into the soil.

Did I hit my head wrong? What should I do now?

Through his blurry vision, he could make out the outline of a pale figure.

When he blinked hard, his vision momentarily cleared. It was D’Élysée, still outside the barrier.

He seemed to be shouting something, but Egru couldn’t hear it clearly.

“Ugh.”

As Egru tried to get up, pushing against the ground with his forehead, his head was firmly pressed down again. His view of D’Élysée instantly went dark.

His face, smeared with dirt, stung and burned. Even his hands, which he’d tried to stretch out, were twisted behind him and subdued.

“Haa, ha…”

Gilbert slowly mounted Egru, settling into position. A formidable weight heavily pressed against the back of his thighs.

“Want to put it in and move.”

“D-don’t do this…”

“Until I’m full.”

Even without saying it explicitly, Egru knew what Gilbert wanted to put where. The scorching member desperately rubbed against his pants-covered buttocks.

Gilbert’s fingertips scratched near Egru’s waist. The desperately searching hand finally found his waistband.

Eventually, as his lower garments were stripped away, his trembling buttocks were enticingly exposed.

Gilbert slowly pushed his thumb into the crevice between the mounds.

No!

Egru twisted his body with all his might. He tried to press his sweaty hands against the ground and pushed back against Gilbert.

“Gilbert! Gilbert, please!”

Lady’s warning that he would die if a man’s thing entered his backside rang loudly in his mind.

“I’ll die! I’ll really die like this!”

Egru raised his voice with a sob. The surging survival instinct struck his heart.

“Won’t die. Feel good.”

Gilbert lowered his head and thoroughly licked Egru’s heated nape.

Tears streamed from Egru’s amber eyes at Gilbert’s attitude, completely unmoved by the threat of death.

Well, Gilbert wouldn’t die, but…

Conversation was impossible, and the chances of winning through physical strength were even less.

It felt like shouting alone at a high wall. No matter how much he screamed, Gilbert remained as unyielding as a wall.

“Let me go! P-please! No!”

Egru’s shoulders trembled violently. The hot tip persistently pressed into the crack of his buttocks.

“Ah, stop…”

The moment the member touched the narrow entrance, the wrinkles tightened with tension.

Gilbert growled with satisfaction. His bronze muscles became more defined beneath his heated breath.

Intoxicated with excitement, he gently gnawed on Egru’s earlobe with his teeth. The large hand firmly held his head in place, preventing any escape.

The moist tip of the glans pressed firmly against the back hole. It moved slightly back and forth, gauging the narrow entrance. The movements suggested he was considering how to insert it all at once.

I’ll die, I’m going to die. If I die like this…

As the squelching sounds pounded against his eardrums, Egru’s heart leaped as if it might burst. His underwear was damp, either from cold sweat or fluid, like he’d wet himself.

“Gilbert! Gilbert already has the Hero!”

“…Who?”

“The Hero! The Hero! If you do this, they definitely won’t l-like it!”

Egru emphasized the word “Hero” with all his might. Throughout their time together, Gilbert had only shown emotional response when talking about his Hero.

“Gilbert always listens to the Hero! You don’t want to be scolded by them, right?”

Fortunately, the tactic worked. In the moment Gilbert hesitated and relaxed his grip, Egru unhesitatingly raised his body.

His head, suddenly upright, spun with dizziness. But he couldn’t miss this barely grasped opportunity.

He forcibly lifted his feet, which felt as heavy as if stuck to adhesive, and rubbed his eyes that wouldn’t focus properly.

Where, where should I go?

First, as far away as possible…!

Just as he turned direction, it happened.

Egru fell forward with a thud. His ankle had been caught by a vise-like grip.

“You’re going to leave too?”

The angry voice resounded in his head. Beneath Gilbert’s forehead, where veins bulged, his red eyes turned menacingly.

Crack! Egru screamed as his ankle bone felt like it was breaking.

“It hurts! It hurts, it hurts so much…!”

“You said you liked me.”

As Gilbert pulled the hand gripping the ankle, Egru’s prostrate body was dragged along.

Egru couldn’t even scream at the forceful gesture.

“Hic, ngh…”

“You said you liked me tremendously.”

Gilbert mercilessly flipped Egru over after dragging him close. The moment they faced each other, he grasped Egru’s throat tightly.

He applied pressure as if determined not to leave even the slightest airway. Contrary to his fierce choking action, Gilbert’s eyes looked confused.

“Did you lie?”

Through his neat, wheat-colored bangs, his red eyes wavered as if uncertain what to do. Deep sadness filled the empty pupils that had long searched for someone dear but never found them.

Thud. At that moment, a stone fell nearby.

“N-no…”

Egru managed to stretch out one hand. His trembling fingertips brushed against the bronze cheek.

Gilbert, who had been leaning into the palm against his cheek, suddenly howled. Thwack! A dagger from outside the barrier had struck Gilbert’s side.

The rut suppressant spread on the sharp blade was instantly absorbed into Gilbert’s body. Yet his grip on Egru’s throat remained unchanged.

Egru barely opened his mouth, clinging to his fading consciousness. His amber eyes rolled upward distantly.

“It wasn’t a lie…”

The moment Egru finished speaking, Gilbert staggered sideways. As if reassured by the small affirmation, he lost balance and collapsed.

Thud—

Egru and Gilbert fainted simultaneously.

***

“Damn it…”

Only after the assailant collapsed could D’Élysée breathe properly. His heart, which had been pulsating intensely, ached belatedly.

The assailant, in the midst of his rut cycle—his heat—had lost consciousness. The rut suppressant D’Élysée had poured on the dagger had worked.

D’Élysée immediately checked on his unconscious brother first. Thankfully, his chest rose and fell slowly but steadily.

D’Élysée’s eyes turned sharp as he exhaled in relief. He couldn’t suppress his indignation.

His brother had been terribly injured by the ill-mannered assailant’s violence.

Can’t he even manage his own cycle properly?

When the assailant had pounced on his brother, D’Élysée, blocked by the barrier, was engulfed in miserable helplessness.

To save his brother, he needed to keep his reason firmly in check.

Though he understood this intellectually, there was a metallic taste from his gritted teeth. The assailant, who had lost his reason, was pouncing on his brother as if to devour him.

“Brother!”

With emotions that had surpassed their flash point, the aura rising from his sword fluctuated like flames. The razor-sharp sword energy fiercely slashed at the barrier.

The moment cracks formed in the transparent membrane, the barrier began self-healing. Nevertheless, the repeated forceful attacks kept forcing open the healing cracks.

That’s when the assailant grabbed his brother’s throat.

Damn it!

D’Élysée gripped his sword hilt with fierce determination.

It looked like his brother might breathe his last at any moment. At this pace, he would be too late.

In the moment his conflicted sword paused, the air that had been displaced by the rapid attacks came rushing back all at once.

Snap! The pale green eyes suddenly focused on where leaves were scattering. Green leaves slowly drifted into the barrier. This was thanks to the gap created in the barrier from the successive attacks.

D’Élysée immediately looked alternately at his spare dagger and the pebbles his brother had collected to one side. One solution came to mind.

Can I insert inanimate objects that leave my hand into the barrier?

There was no time to waste. If the barrier completely repaired itself now, it would be too late.

To verify immediately, he picked up and threw one pebble.

The moment he confirmed the stone could enter, D’Élysée broke open the portable rut suppressant he had. He thoroughly poured the flowing liquid over the dagger.

Then he read the trajectory. For the precise moment to embed the dagger in the assailant’s artery without injuring his brother.

Despite ultimately felling the assailant, D’Élysée considered it a miserable failure. Despite being right before his eyes, he had failed to protect his brother flawlessly.

What use was the swordsmanship he had honed over many years? He couldn’t even properly protect one precious person right in front of him.

D’Élysée carefully peered inside the barrier. His brother remained unconscious, his tear-stained face unchanged.

The pale green eyes, filled with somber light, sank ominously. His slender palm slowly stroked the regrettable barrier.

This wouldn’t do.

He needed overwhelming power.