The moment Egru unfastened the buckle, D’Élysée stepped back, saying this wouldn’t do after all.

“This is nice too, but I’d prefer if Brother also…”

Trailing off with incomprehensible words, D’Élysée entered the lake first—having somehow already removed the pants he had claimed he couldn’t take off alone.

“I’m sorry, Brother. Don’t worry about me and come at your own pace.”

The bewildered Egru proceeded to pull down his pants. At that moment, he caught sight of his brother’s naked body entering the water.

“!”

Startled, Egru averted his gaze, standing in place and pressing his clammy hands together. The full moon gradually tilted as he tried to calm his confused emotions.

“……”

Crickets chirped from the bushes surrounding the lakeshore. Even by then, Egru still hadn’t removed his last remaining piece of clothing—his underwear.

W-what should I do? This is terrible…

His amber eyes gazed down at his toes wriggling in the mud. Then he stole a glance at D’Élysée, who was already immersed in the lake.

W-when we were younger, he was certainly similar to me in size…

Between the muscular thighs hung what appeared to be an enormous anaconda.

When did it grow so large?

Egru fidgeted with his own underwear, which contained a far less impressive volume.

He pulled the elastic waistband slightly to peek inside, but found the same inadequate member.

P-perhaps it’s because mine isn’t fully developed yet?

But he felt that even at maximum growth, his would be incomparable to D’Élysée’s.

Do they all g-grow that big normally? W-why am I like this?

Suddenly, he recalled being mocked in the Holy Land for having a small manhood. It happened when he was accosted by alley thugs who pulled down his pants.

Their jeering echoed in his mind like a nightmare—saying it wasn’t even a mouthful, that it was useless. Even someone as sexually naive as Egru could vaguely perceive that bigger was better.

At the time, Egru had swallowed his tears and ignored the vicious ridicule, firmly believing it was merely due to incomplete development.

B-but…

Lining up the samples of actual male organs he had seen thus far, it seemed that wasn’t the case.

Levian, Salvanel, Gilbert, and now even D’Élysée.

Egru counted them on his fingers one by one, then whimpered.

I’m the only s-small one…

He felt especially embarrassed for his inadequate form in front of his only brother.

Even though I’m the older brother…

Egru clutched tightly at his underwear’s elastic band. There wasn’t a single aspect he could confidently display.

Was it because he didn’t eat enough? Would gaining weight make that area plumper too?

Would D’Élysée think it strange if he bathed while keeping his underwear on?

As thousands of thoughts raced chaotically through his mind—

“Brother, what are you doing? Aren’t you coming in?”

D’Élysée asked, tousling his soaking platinum hair.

“The water temperature is pleasantly lukewarm.”

As D’Élysée took steps out of the dark blue lake, Egru quickly turned away.

Would D’Élysée laugh at him? No, D’Élysée wasn’t that kind of person.

B-but what if he’s disappointed when he sees?

Even the slightest change in expression would make him feel as if the sky were collapsing.

To make matters worse, he recalled the tavern keeper’s boisterous declaration that this was a man’s final source of pride.

As the wet footsteps approached, Egru reflexively covered himself over his underwear—to prevent any assessment of his size.

“Is something wrong? Did I do something to upset you?”

Egru vigorously shook his head at D’Élysée’s question.

“Why are you turning away… Ah.”

The light green eyes narrowed finely upon noticing the drooping pointed ears.

D’Élysée instantly recognized Egru’s concern. After a brief silence, he firmly bit his lower lip, barely suppressing the laughter that threatened to escape.

“Brother.”

Whenever D’Élysée tried to face him, Egru would quickly turn away again. He evidently didn’t want to show his front.

“Are you embarrassed?”

“……”

“May I take a look?”

D’Élysée asked, bending one knee. As he lowered his posture, Egru glanced at him.

But he promptly turned away again, having witnessed how D’Élysée’s manhood generously reached the ground even with just one knee bent.

Unable to even speak in this situation, Egru fidgeted anxiously, on the verge of tears.

D’Élysée squeezed his eyes shut. He pinched his thigh so severely it might bruise, trying to suppress his rising smile.

Water droplets dripped heavily down his muscular curves, seeping deeply into the soil.

“Trust me, Brother. Let me see. How can I know what it looks like if you don’t show me?”

D’Élysée took a deep breath before opening his eyes. He slowly examined the diminutive figure from behind.

Small, white underwear. Perhaps a gift from Queen Loeugore? It looked as elastic as if brand new.

The last underwear he remembered his brother wearing had always been loose and stretched out.

Nevertheless, they were always pristinely white and clean, despite how diligently they had been washed. Perhaps they had stretched even more because of that. D’Élysée adored even this aspect of his brother.

“We’re going to be living together from now on, so you can comfortably show me.”

His mouth went dry at the sight of the small, rounded flesh confined within the thin fabric. Though he had gained some weight, his thighs still didn’t touch. The light green gaze traced the narrow gap as if licking it.

“There’s nothing shameful about it. If anyone ridiculed you, they were simply uncouth.”

“……”

“I like you no matter what you look like, Brother.”

At this affectionate voice, the hesitant Egru finally turned around.

“Thank you, Brother. But you’ll need to move your hands so I can see properly.”

Egru still had both hands folded over his center. As his hands hesitantly lowered, D’Élysée’s light green eyes softened.

The bulging outline became visible through the white underwear, and a flush of heat rose up the back of D’Élysée’s neck.

It was exquisitely tiny.

He wanted to devour it in one bite, right then and there.

But he sensed that expressing this directly would cause his brother to flee. D’Élysée discreetly shifted his gaze sideways. His deliberation didn’t last long.

The light green eyes settled on Egru’s face.

“Why were you hiding it, Brother?”

D’Élysée asked, tilting his head as if surprised.

“There’s absolutely no need to worry. It looks really impressive even from just an external view.”

“!”

The cream-colored pointed ears shot up. His response to the genial compliment was immediate.

But still not fully convinced, Egru cautiously examined D’Élysée’s manhood.

Reading the questioning gaze, D’Élysée responded without hesitation.

“Don’t mind me. I’m the one outside the normal range.”

“……”

“I’ve never seen such a magnificent specimen, Brother. Most men would be envious. If it were mine, I’d walk with my shoulders held high.”

Slowly, a glow of pleasure spread across Egru’s face.

“Let’s go wash. Come on, take them off.”

Though he seemed to hesitate briefly, Egru soon began removing his underwear. As the waistband slid down, his modest member gradually revealed itself.

“Ah, Brother…”

The light green eyes fixed on the smooth extremity. His pulse quickened, his heart pounded. His brother’s organ was smaller than his own finger.

Egru lifted his feet one by one, completely removing his underwear.

“Truly magnificent…”

D’Élysée said, barely maintaining his composure. The heat now surged all the way to the top of his head.

A persistent sensation, like an inner itch that couldn’t be relieved, intensified.

“So robust and sturdy…”

While Egru’s nose rose ever higher with pride, D’Élysée attached all manner of flowery adjectives.

“And lovable…”

“!”

“No, I mean, admirable…”

Egru’s lips twitched upward. He seemed pleased with D’Élysée’s quick correction.

“Much more impressive than mine.”

D’Élysée seized the moment to add. Though Egru waved his hand in denial, he couldn’t hide his beaming smile.

As he excitedly took his brother’s wrist to enter the lake, D’Élysée instead pulled Egru’s wrist toward himself.

“Brother, may I…”

D’Élysée moistened his burning throat repeatedly. He hoped the moon at his back would hide his flushed face.

“May I bathe you?”

Egru blinked his large eyes. In response to that innocent gaze, as if asking why, D’Élysée turned his heated head as quickly as possible.

“When we were young, you used to bathe me. And you just helped me remove my shirt…”

D’Élysée spoke as he led his brother into the water. Hot blood surged to his lower abdomen. His patience was wearing thin.

“It’s long overdue, but I want to repay you.”

“……”

“This is something only family can do for each other, isn’t it?”

At the mention of family, the amber eyes sparkled as if moved. Egru nodded with a joyful expression.