“Hyung, we’re here.”
The guest room provided by the Giel Principality was immaculate, exuding an air of classical elegance. Harmonious patterns adorned the green wallpaper, pearlescent beads were woven into the light brown silk curtains, and the rich color of the well-oiled antique furniture added to the cozy atmosphere.
D’Élysée gently laid Egru down on the bed. His verdant eyes took in his brother’s small form in a single glance. Egru stared at the ceiling through half-closed lids, letting out a slow, enormous yawn. With a neat smile, D’Élysée nuzzled his face against Egru’s chest.
“Don’t fall asleep, okay?”
At his brother’s childish plea, Egru’s amber eyes shot open. Blink, blink. He fluttered his lashes a few times, as if trying to ward off the encroaching drowsiness, but it had little effect. Before long, his eyes slid shut again.
“I’ll help you.”
Unfazed, D’Élysée offered a useful shortcut, burrowing his head beneath his brother’s shirt. Egru’s stomach bulged slightly, as if nurturing a life within. D’Élysée rested his cheek between the small pectoral muscles. The dark, moist space was filled with a rapturous scent. Thump-thump, thump-thump. The steady, rhythmic beat of a heart was as sweet as a melody. He was overcome with the selfish desire to stay like this whenever he could.
D’Élysée extended his tongue and pressed it firmly against the left nipple.
“Ah…!”
The reaction was immediate.
D’Élysée took the flat plane of his chest into his mouth, savoring it with the care of one indulging in a succulent peach. The pinkish areola was so tender that it yielded easily to the slightest pressure. His tongue, held straight and firm, darted and swirled, sending the unguarded peak spinning. He didn’t neglect the right side, either, rubbing it through the fabric of the shirt. He scraped it gently with his thumbnail, and it, too, promptly hardened.
“D-D’Élysée…” Egru whimpered, clutching at his own full belly, his trembling hands clearly visible through the thin cloth.
“Are you awake?”
“Sorry, I fell asleep…”
“You know, hyung.” D’Élysée’s face was slightly flushed as he emerged from the warm shirt. Squeak. Like a child excited for Christmas morning, D’Élysée lay down horizontally next to him. The mattress tilted under his substantial weight. “Do you know what we’re going to do now?”
Egru nodded as if to say, of course. He clutched at his chest, where a ticklish sensation lingered, and recalled Lady Mayfield’s words.
“Remember my words exactly. If a penis enters your butt, you die.”
The image of the young lady’s resolute face was still vivid in his mind. But Egru did not hesitate for long. He shucked off his shirt and unbuckled his pants. He kicked them down to his ankles, shook them off, and let them fall to the floor.
“I-I’ll be careful not to hurt you!”
Clad in nothing but a pair of briefs, Egru squared his shoulders valiantly. His left pectoral, which had just been tormented, was noticeably more swollen than his right. In the blink of an eye, he had reached a conclusion.
Sexual intercourse between two males required penetration. But according to Lady Mayfield’s teachings, if a penis entered an Omega’s rear, the Omega would die. The solution, then, was simple.
The Omega had to be the one doing the inserting!
Egru stripped off his briefs as well and proudly thrust his hips forward, his tiny member bravely revealed.
“…”
But it wasn’t long before he was fumbling to pull his underwear back on. D’Élysée’s serene smile was enough to tell him that something had gone terribly wrong.
“Why are you putting them back on, hyung?”
“I-It’s nothing…”
D’Élysée knew with a leisurely certainty. Hyung must have… acted on some piece of misinformation he’d picked up somewhere.
“Do you want to do it, hyung?” D’Élysée asked, pulling him into a tight hug.
Egru’s eyes darted back and forth as he broke into a nervous sweat. “I-If I don’t, then, you could, you know, die.”
“Is that so? You’re the one who would die?”
Egru glanced around nervously before nodding. D’Élysée gently stroked his dark brown hair. “Who told you that? Was it a reliable source?”
“Yes. L-Lady Mayfield taught me.”
“When a penis enters an Omega’s butt, he dies,” Egru recited haltingly. “His life ends.”
“So you’ve never had anything put inside before?”
When Egru hesitantly nodded, D’Élysée’s expression brightened. “You did well, hyung. I’m sure she would be very proud of you.”
Only then did a small, confident smile grace Egru’s face. D’Élysée sent a silent word of praise toward Queen Röwughor’s foresight. It was the perfect shackle for his brother, who opened his heart too easily to anyone and everyone. “Then could you tell me, in a little more detail, what you learned?”
After a moment of deep thought, Egru finally recalled another lesson, one that wasn’t a fierce warning burned into his brain. “Sperm must not enter an Omega’s butt. That’s how you get pregnant.”
“Correct. And?”
At D’Élysée’s praise, Egru smiled widely and continued. “So before having relations, I have to get Lady Mayfield’s permission!”
“Hm.”
D’Élysée’s expression turned peculiar, and Egru instantly shrank back, adding in a less confident voice, “A-And you shouldn’t do it with someone you don’t love…”
“Good, that part is right.” D’Élysée paused for a moment in thought before speaking in a soft, placating tone. “Hyung, you’re a grown-up now. The wonderful brother I know is more than capable of making his own decisions.”
“W-Well…” The verdant eyes stared intently into the amber. Egru squirmed but found himself unable to escape the thick, penetrating gaze. “That’s, well…”
“And we’re lovers now. We’ve loved each other for a long time…” D’Élysée gently tucked a strand of hair behind his brother’s ear. His hand then drifted down to caress his soft cheek.
Despite this, Egru’s apprehension did not fade. He was clearly still mulling over the warning that he could die. It couldn’t be easy to calm a heart that was pounding with fear.
“Do you think I would kill you, hyung?” D’Élysée’s face fell, crafting a look of deep sorrow.
“N-No! It’s not that I don’t trust you…!”
“I’m so glad.” D’Élysée flashed a smile armed with pure innocence. “Then everything is settled, isn’t it?”
He propped himself up, his hand landing on the bed right next to Egru’s pointed ear. He knelt on the mattress and pulled off his monochrome shirt. Crossing his arms, he gripped the hem and pulled it upward, revealing a set of firm abdominal muscles, the deep line down the center connecting to his well-developed chest. His shoulders were so broad and strong. The savage musculature, bathed in the moonlight, cast an even more intimidating silhouette.
Egru found himself touching his own flimsy arm. He wished he had coconuts on his shoulders and arms like D’Élysée. More accurately, he wished he could build muscles that were just as magnificent. If-If only I had hieroglyphs on my stomach, too… Would he have looked a little more like a hero?
The sound of D’Élysée’s belt unbuckling echoed in the quiet room. His amber gaze naturally fell to that spot and froze.
Huh?
The front of his trousers was already straining. It looked like a firmly angry python was coiled within.
Right, D’Élysée’s… his thing is huge…
The moment that fact resurfaced, a new wave of tension filled the air. Now completely sober, Egru swallowed hard.
If she said you could die from having it put in your butt…
It must mean that it’s painful enough to kill you, right? Would it be like getting hit with a frozen block of cheese? Or maybe like that day he was beaten senseless in the back alley?
“You need to take yours off, too, hyung,” D’Élysée said, his tone gentle.
“O-Okay…” Egru hesitantly gripped the elastic waistband of his briefs. It’s okay. I trust D’Élysée. “D-Do I have to take my underwear off, too?” he asked, even though he knew it was a stupid question. He’d been fine a moment ago, but now that the moment was here…
“Do you want to keep it on?” A smile never seemed to leave D’Élysée’s face. “What a shame. We can’t do anything unless you take it off…”
A large hand drew near, its fingers tapping lightly on the fabric of his briefs. Egru let out a startled gasp and began to tremble.
“Hyung.”
Deciding this wasn’t working, D’Élysée pulled him into a powerful hug. The helpless shaking gradually subsided, his tension seeming to melt away under the comforting weight and shared warmth. “Then how about I just check a little? Would that be okay?”
“…”
After a moment, Egru relaxed his body in hesitant agreement. D’Élysée slowly slipped his hand inside Egru’s underwear.