Egru submerged himself completely in the lukewarm lake water, dunking his head until his auburn hair was thoroughly soaked. As he rose, water cascaded down his naked body.

While rubbing his eyes that hadn’t yet fully opened, he sensed someone’s presence behind him.

“It’s olive soap, brother. Smells like herbs—what do you think?”

It was D’Élysée.

As the gentle fragrance wafted toward him, Egru gave a thumbs-up to indicate his approval. But he hadn’t yet managed to open his eyes again.

“Keep your eyes closed.”

A large hand covered in soap bubbles engulfed Egru’s face.

Mmph, mmph. The merciless scrubbing was excessively vigorous. Apparently, D’Élysée had no technique, likely because this was his first time washing someone else.

What… what’s that?

Just then, something substantial pressed against his back.

An arm, perhaps? But it felt too hot and hard for that.

As he tried to make sense of this unfamiliar sensation, his eyes began to sting. He immediately reached out to rinse them with water, but D’Élysée firmly grabbed his wrist.

“Don’t wash this off, brother.”

“?”

“Don’t rinse it off right away… I’ve heard it’s better to leave it on for a while. Nobles do it often—have you heard of it?”

After pondering for a moment, Egru nodded. If D’Élysée was referring to a nourishing face pack, he had applied one to Miss Mayfield before.

He’d learned the recipe by watching the head maid over her shoulder. Simply mash fruits, mix with honey and flour until slightly thick.

There were other ingredients too, but that was all Egru could identify. Regardless, it always had a wonderfully fragrant and sweet aroma.

“It’s similar to that. I’ll finish soon, so please wait.”

“……”

At D’Élysée’s words, Egru squeezed his eyes shut, trying to push out the soap that had seeped into his eyelids.

As the stinging subsided, his heart began to race. Thanks to his brother, he was experiencing an unexpected noble luxury.

“Let me know if you’re uncomfortable.”

Heated breath flowed into his pointed ear.

The next moment, wet hands touched his back. From the tips of long fingers to the base of thick palms, they pressed hot against his skin.

They were large, sturdy hands, trained daily with the sword. Egru shivered as warmth spread throughout his body.

D’Élysée slowly began to caress Egru’s body. Hands that had been savoring the wing-like protruding bones smoothly slid into his armpits.

“You’re so small, brother. I could hold all of you with just one hand.”

Egru gasped in surprise. Two hands had reached around to grasp each of his breasts.

“I’m happy I can repay you for everything you’ve given me.”

With those tender whispers, the hands gripping his chest began to move. They gently rubbed the flat yet supple flesh up and down.

As the curves of five fingers grazed the peaks, his nipples began to flush pink.

The more those attentive stimulations layered, the more swollen the peaks became. Enough that they would spring back up after being lightly pressed.

This was a sensation Egru had never experienced before. A tingling energy spread from his chest to his navel.

Not knowing what to do, Egru pinched his own thigh. With his eyes closed, his body’s sensations seemed heightened.

Was it his imagination? It felt as though the blunt middle finger was deliberately rolling his nipple. Fortunately, the hands retreated before his patience wore thin.

Ah…!

But as he felt them pass through his armpits again, Egru tightly curled his toes underwater.

Why, why is this happening? It’s just a normal washing…

Each time the slippery sensation moved, a squelching sound followed. The strange tickling was an added bonus.

D’Élysée’s hands circled around Egru’s sides and gathered at his lower abdomen. Two hands pressed firmly below his navel, dangerously close to his intimate area.

Ah…

When Egru reflexively squirmed, D’Élysée moved even closer.

“You don’t have any belly fat at all, brother. I wonder when I’ll be able to grab anything.”

In an instant, it felt as if he was being embraced from behind. A warm body heat radiated against his hunched shoulders.

“This part needs washing too.”

The thick, blunt index finger dug into his navel. After filling the narrow space completely, it slowly pulled upward.

Underwater, Egru’s toes splayed wide open. A sticky sound resonated from the friction between flesh.

Ungh…

Egru couldn’t regain his composure from the unexpectedly sensual touch.

Was it just clumsiness from inexperience? This was worlds apart from how Egru used to bathe his younger brother.

Egru always prioritized speed. To ensure D’Élysée wouldn’t suffer from a cold.

He’d sit him on a rock by the shallow water, scrub him thoroughly from head to toe, splash a few scoops of water over him, and be done.

Finally, he’d wrap him in a clean, large shirt that served as a towel. D’Élysée probably never knew, but it was actually a cotton garment that Levian had discarded without wearing.

“Brother…”

D’Élysée began rubbing his chest against Egru’s back.

Egru wasn’t pushed forward. D’Élysée’s arms, several times thicker than his own legs, firmly encircled his waist.

What, what is this?

Between the soap bubbles and the friction of skin, he felt something large and heavy.

Hot fluid trickled down his splayed spine. The sticky liquid that flowed between his buttocks pooled and dripped onto the water’s surface.

Is… is he rubbing his knee against me? But why would D’Élysée take such a strange position…

Just then, a warm, moist hand slid between his legs. As the touch reached his soft perineum, Egru jumped and struggled.

“Brother, wait…!”

Before D’Élysée could stop him, Egru hastily washed his face. He was about to open his eyes and turn around.

What?

It happened in an instant. D’Élysée lifted Egru onto a partially submerged rock.

As Egru paddled his feet like a duck, gentle ripples washed against D’Élysée’s thighs.

“I’m sorry, brother. I didn’t mean to startle you.”

“……”

“Ah, this is….”

D’Élysée paused. He seemed to have some other intention.

Directly at Egru’s eye level was his brother’s groin.

His eyes met with the manhood dripping with thick prostatic fluid. Its reddish-purple veins stood pronounced, throbbing with imposing grandeur.

“Don’t look at it like that, brother.”

D’Élysée’s face, including his neck, had turned crimson. The glans, aware of his brother’s fixed gaze, twitched and grew even larger.

Hmm…

Egru diligently followed his brother’s request not to look. With the sensory stimulation gone, his mind and body actually calmed down.

Egru merely looked up at D’Élysée with questioning eyes. He seemed curious about why it had suddenly grown.

Without hesitation, D’Élysée knelt on one knee. Immediately lowering himself to meet his brother’s gaze.

“It gets big when you love someone. When you love them.”

D’Élysée seized the opportunity to caress Egru’s cheek.

“Because I love you more than anything.”

Love? Egru suddenly recalled the actual genitals he’d seen before.

Gilbert got erect even during battles with heretics…

It was the same when he first chased Egru, trying to kill him.

Who did he love? Gilbert’s champion? Surely not the heretics.

Besides, I love D’Élysée too…

Why hadn’t his grown at all?

Egru anxiously looked back and forth between D’Élysée and his own member. As he instinctively fondled himself hoping it would grow quickly—

“Are you doing that on purpose?”

D’Élysée’s face, slightly frowning, turned an even deeper shade of red. His arm-like organ stood even more menacingly erect than before.

Worried that he might have upset his brother, Egru waved his hands in the air, not understanding the question. Seeing his brother fluster and deny it, D’Élysée’s expression softened.

“I know, you wouldn’t do that.”

D’Élysée smiled under the blue moonlight. His neat lips curved upward.

“I’ll help you, brother. You just haven’t learned yet.”

D’Élysée’s eyes focused entirely on his brother’s tiny manhood.

“I’ll teach you everything you need to know, understand?”

D’Élysée slowly looked up at Egru.

After hesitating for a while, Egru quietly nodded. His brother’s expression was serious enough to trust and follow.

D’Élysée smiled brightly and grabbed both of Egru’s knees.

“Good, brother. Now can you spread your legs?”

“?”

“I need to finish washing you. You taught me to clean every nook and cranny since it can smell bad if not washed properly.”

“……”

“No?”

D’Élysée drooped his shoulders as if dejected. He clearly knew his brother’s hesitation wouldn’t last long.

After wavering for a while, Egru slowly spread his slender thighs. His expression was still uncertain whether this was appropriate, but he seemed to be following instructions for now.

Water trapped beneath his pale foreskin glistened in the moonlight.

The intervals between his shallow breaths shortened. D’Élysée, suppressing the tingling sensation in his groin, took the drooping member in one hand.