Splat—!

D’Élysée couldn’t breathe anymore. While his attention was focused on his brother, a slime had flown through the air and attached itself to his face.

The gelatinous mass clinging to his mouth and nose emitted a stinging sensation. The slime was secreting digestive fluids.

Just as he was about to push away the jelly-like body with his aura—

Through his undulating, transparent field of vision, he spotted Gilbert. The man’s massive frame was impossible to conceal, not that he seemed to have any intention of hiding.

Those crimson eyes were glaring fiercely at him. D’Élysée narrowed his eyes in response.

“Mmm…”

Egru stirred, exhaling with greater ease. He appeared to be regaining consciousness.

Sea-green eyes darted between Gilbert and Egru. After a brief calculation, D’Élysée dove into the deep water.

Following a quick assessment of the situation, he chose to retreat temporarily. When he resurfaced, as expected, his brother had vanished.

***

While D’Élysée was detained by the slime, Gilbert had brought Egru back to the campsite—his body still covered in semen.

How filthy and obscene…

Despite these thoughts, a peculiar smile played across Gilbert’s face. At last, he had found the perfect excuse to completely separate himself from that detestable fellow.

I wonder what expression he’ll make.

Gilbert laid Egru beside the campfire with a smirk.

When he discovered that the one who had been circling around him, pushing him aside, was actually a son of a bitch.

Strictly speaking, he had never been pushed aside, but Gilbert felt a loneliness equivalent to it. It felt like a rolling stone dislodging one that was firmly settled. Endlessly desolate and anxious.

Wake up soon.

Gilbert couldn’t wait to witness D’Élysée’s pride crumble. After hearing all the circumstances, Egru would reflect on the past and trust only him.

Come to think of it…

Gilbert looked down at Egru’s naked body with his crimson eyes. He had forgotten to bring clothes.

Egru lay there, unexpectedly bare. As his gaze traced the sticky, wet body, it suddenly halted at the small member.

Gulp, his thick Adam’s apple bobbed unconsciously.

Gilbert quickly glanced around.

There was still no sign of D’Élysée. It would likely take him some time to return.

Unless one scooped it up and threw it, removing a slippery slime with bare hands was no easy task.

He must have entered the lake without looking back for the same reason.

Like humans, magical beasts couldn’t breathe underwater. The bastard was surely competing with the slime to see who would run out of breath first. Imagining his precarious situation was indescribably satisfying.

He seems deeply asleep…

The crimson eyes drifted back between Egru’s legs.

Perhaps just one taste before he wakes. If he just sampled slightly, he might not be discovered.

No, that’s not right.

Even if Egru noticed, he would gladly offer his essence. Hadn’t he heroically rescued him from imminent danger?

Whatever he did would be far better than that monster rubbing his hideous cock against him.

His deliberation was brief. Thick hands meticulously cleaned the semen-coated member. Just then, a fresh night breeze swept over them.

Gilbert failed to notice, but Egru’s eyelids fluttered. As the remnants of alpha pheromones dispersed, he was gradually regaining consciousness.

Gilbert continued stimulating the member while opening his mouth. He extended his tongue toward the tiny glans.

His hand moved roughly, eager to extract the essence as quickly as possible.

Every time he squeezed the supple organ up and down like a cow’s udder, Egru moaned painfully. Why did it burn and hurt so much down there?

At some point, Gilbert lowered his head. Chup, in the instant warm breath spread across Egru’s groin—

“Gilbert?”

Egru’s scattered reason reassembled like a puzzle in one breath. A shocking scene unfolded before his eyes as he forced them open.

“Ah, ah…!”

“You’re awake?”

Egru couldn’t believe what he was seeing.

Gilbert was smiling as if pleased, while firmly gripping his member.

“Wh-what are you doing?!”

Gilbert casually licked Egru’s center. Egru shouted while pushing Gilbert’s forehead away with both hands.

“You promised not to eat me without permission! H-how could you do this while I was asleep…?”

“That’s not what’s important right now.”

Gilbert said, still grinning.

“Do you know what your champion’s little follower did?”

Egru couldn’t concentrate on Gilbert’s words at all. The subtly sticky feeling across his entire body was extremely uncomfortable.

“Wh-what if D’Élysée sees me like this? My, my clothes…”

“Listen to me first. That bastard was masturbating with your body. I don’t know how you lost consciousness, but I discovered it just in time and rescued you.”

“M-masturbating? D’Élysée?”

Instead of answering, Gilbert puffed out his chest triumphantly. Egru seemed lost in thought briefly before shaking his head.

“No. That’s a misunderstanding. D’Élysée was giving me a bath. You must have misinterpreted him applying soap.”

“You call that giving someone a bath?”

“Yes, and then suddenly I felt drowsy and fell asleep…”

After looking down at his body for a while, Egru suppressed his welling tears.

“I-I’ll let it go just this once, Gilbert. If you do this again, I really won’t forgive you next time.”

“What?”

“Hurry and promise. That you’ll never touch me while I’m asleep…”

“No, no.”

Gilbert muttered, shaking his head.

“Even I know that wasn’t bathing someone! He was shaking his cock like a dog in heat!”

“D’Élysée wouldn’t do s-such a thing! Making careless assumptions is wrong!”

“How would you know! You were fast asleep with your eyes closed! He was doing this, like this!”

Gilbert thrust his manhood forward. To vividly recreate D’Élysée’s outrage.

“Stop it! Gilbert, ugh…!”

Startled by Egru’s attempt to flee, Gilbert restrained him with one hand. After forcibly laying him on the ground, he roughly rubbed his cock against the white skin.

“Hold still. Does this look like bathing to you?”

“Uh, uhhh…”

Thighs, abdomen, chest. As the organ was eventually rubbed against his face, Egru finally broke down in tears.

“I don’t like this, please stop…”

“See? You hate it. That bastard was doing these perverted things to you…!”

Gilbert fumed intensely. It was because Egru had turned his head away, ignoring his words.

Gilbert firmly grabbed Egru’s jaw and forced him to look. As his head was turned by the strong force, pain spread across his amber eyes.

“Why are you acting like this? Do you think I’m a fool too?”

“N-no…”

“Then do you think I’m a liar? Are you saying you can’t believe me right now?”

When Egru couldn’t bring himself to speak, Gilbert exploded in indignation.

“Just believe me! That bastard is the villain! He’s a scoundrel unworthy of being our companion!”

“Brother, I brought you clothes.”

A calm voice resonated through the charged air. It was D’Élysée, who had returned neatly dressed.

“What are you doing?”

D’Élysée murmured quietly. His already expressionless face grew even colder.

“Let him go. You’re hurting my brother.”

“You.”

Gilbert turned to D’Élysée with rage-filled eyes.

“Tell us exactly what you were doing just now.”

“Will you release my brother if I do?”

“……”

The silence meant yes.

D’Élysée looked directly at Egru as he began speaking.

“While I was applying soap, my brother suddenly fell asleep. Understandable, given our long journey. Not wanting to wake him, I laid him by the water and continued washing him…”

A despondent energy gathered in his sea-green eyes at that moment.

“Then Gilbert appeared and took you away. I’m sorry, brother. I wanted to follow immediately, but I was hit by a slime that came flying from somewhere…”

Egru was startled at the news that D’Élysée had nearly been injured. Heh, a harsh, mocking laugh escaped through Gilbert’s teeth.

“Despicable bastard.”

Gilbert’s face contorted with fury.

“Tell the truth! Right now!”

As he rose, looking ready to charge, Egru grabbed Gilbert’s arm. The way he shook his head with an alarmed expression clearly meant “please don’t fight.”

“It wasn’t me, it was him…!”

Gilbert felt unbearably wronged.

He was the one who had rescued Egru. Yet somehow he had become the troublemaker.

While Egru briefly looked away, D’Élysée’s lips moved. It was a cold sneer aimed at Gilbert.

If you stay still, you might at least come out neutral.

Gilbert’s expression instantly hardened as he read the exact lip movements.