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“So, you’re saying… you simply did it because you were turned on?”
“Yeah.”
Surprisingly, Isaac acknowledged it plainly.
In the stillness, the faint sound of licking echoed.
Isaac pushed the shaft into his mouth and began to suck slowly.
“Ah—”
Adam gasped deeply.
His flushed face twisted with a mix of emotions: shock, shame, uncontrollable arousal…
Adam raised both hands to cover his face.
But his trembling lips, partly visible, wouldn’t stop moving.
“Ha… ha…”
Chester, too, was heating up. How messy this all was…
The blood staining the grass probably hadn’t even dried yet.
The feeling of being nothing more than a lust-driven animal sent waves of exhilaration crashing through him.
Chester decided to surrender completely to the surging pleasure.
‘Slap, slap, slap!’
The violent sound of friction filled the air.
Chester thrusted into Adam hard.
Each time he moved his hips roughly, Adam’s body jolted upward.
Yet, even during all that, Isaac never lifted his head.
He simply licked the veins protruding along the shaft and fondled the sack below.
“Haa…”
The pleasure spread like an irresistible poison, clouding his mind.
The pounding euphoria in the back of his skull made it hard to even breathe.
Chester clenched his jaw, his expression twisting.
“Ah, ah, ahh—”
The tight entrance stretched taut, frothing with white foam.
Chester looked down at his member sliding in and out of that space without restraint.
The sight was so stimulating it made his hair stand on end.
Thud, thud!
With deep, pounding thrusts, Chester finally exhaled the breath he’d been holding.
His lips quivered as he gasped for air.
Inside, he cursed under his breath.
His eyes, sharply slanted upward, twitched with arousal.
“Kh…!”
His length, buried deep, pressed against the peak and began to release.
Hot, white fluid filled the inside, staining the walls.
With a high-pitched sob, Adam shuddered, now taking in the second load from an Alpha.
“Ah… aah, no…!”
Adam tried to say something, but his head tilted back.
His waist lifted high before trembling uncontrollably.
He was clearly lost in the same overwhelming ecstasy, unable to hold back as he climaxed.
Chester, still drenched in sweat, watched Adam’s expression intently.
“Haa…”
A moment later, Isaac straightened his torso.
He wiped his lips with the back of his hand.
His narrowed eyes shimmered with emotions too complex to explain.
A second later, his throat moved subtly.
Chester immediately realized—Isaac had swallowed.
“Not as bad as I thought.”
“You really surprise me, Brother.”
“I surprised myself.”
Isaac chuckled.
“Fun, isn’t it?”
His face, with eyes curved playfully, was beautiful.
Chester quietly agreed with his brother’s words.
But it seemed Adam did not share the sentiment.
“Ah!”
Adam abruptly sat up, eyes darting between the two brothers.
It seemed he had only now realized that he’d released inside Isaac’s mouth.
“Why… why did you do that…?”
“Just because.”
Isaac answered flatly.
“What? I’m not allowed to suck yours?”
“No, it’s not that—”
“You sucked mine too, didn’t you?”
Chester, listening quietly, realized Isaac was now casually calling Adam you, discarding formalities.
But Adam, too flustered, hadn’t noticed the shift. Chester snickered as he completely withdrew himself.
“Uhhn…”
“Such pretty moans. Want to go another round?”
Chester teased shamelessly.
Adam’s green eyes shook side to side, unsure if it was a joke or not.
Just then, a booming sound erupted, followed by people’s cheers.
“Oh…”
Chester noticed the situation first, looking up at the sky.
“Looks like the fireworks have started.”
Apparently, everything was proceeding as planned.
Chester lightly tapped Adam’s knee, signaling him to look up at the sky.
“Ah…”
Adam’s faint exclamation brushed Chester’s ear.
It seemed he had spotted the fireworks decorating the night sky.
His green eyes slowly traced their movements.
“Wow…”
Moments ago, Adam had been flustered beyond words, but now he was utterly mesmerized by the fireworks.
It was understandable, given the grand scene one could only witness during major festivals.
But Chester found it amusing.
‘Just moments ago, you were gasping like your life was over…’
His innocent, childlike expression was beautiful.
Those clear, shining eyes and slightly parted lips filled Chester’s view.
Letting out a quiet sigh, Chester simply admired Adam.
Boom, pop!
But Chester wasn’t the only one watching Adam instead of the fireworks.
Isaac, too, was staring solely at him.
As the fireworks illuminated Adam’s face, Isaac thought—the orange glow across his features looked beautiful.
The rumor that the Sloane family’s second son had been expelled only spread the day after the garden ball.
None of the nobles present at the ball had any idea such a thing had occurred.
That was because the Carlisle brothers had shown no sign of it at all.
Until the very end of the ball, both Dukes maintained perfect decorum and grace.
At times, Isaac’s expression was tinged with cynicism, but he always exuded dignity.
Chester showed his usual cheerful demeanor, but his noble bearing never faltered.
It was the natural composure born from habit and power.
“Not even the smallest gesture, step, or word slipped out of place. That’s why the scandal took so long to surface. Such is the fate of that foolish man who got cast out.”
The table was littered with gold coins and cards.
The sunlight reflected off the coins, dazzlingly bright.
But the young men sitting at the table paid them no attention.
Their concern wasn’t with the ongoing gambling match.
“Tsk, tsk.”
At the low sound, the young men swallowed nervously.
Sitting across from them was a middle-aged man—Duke Gordon Fetchwig—their father and maternal uncle to the Emperor.
A man of overwhelming power and wealth, though his expression was far from pleasant.
“Should we really let those arrogant bastards be…?”
“If you mean the Carlisle brothers…”
The eldest son cautiously asked, only for Gordon’s eyes to sharpen immediately.
“Who else would I mean, hmm? Seems stupidity isn’t limited to the Sloane family’s offspring.”
The eldest son’s face flushed red.
The younger brother, watching quietly, barely stifled a smirk.
“I heard it was an extravagant ball. So grand and luxurious, people lost themselves in it.”
His next words carried weight.
“Apparently, it made even the Imperial Garden seem humble in comparison. How insolent is that?”
“Indeed, extremely insolent.”
The younger son, sensing the mood, quickly nodded.
“Why else would they flaunt themselves so much? They’re enjoying glory even His Majesty doesn’t possess. It’s a direct challenge to the throne. Such arrogance…”
Gordon was a man consumed by political ambition and greed.
Naturally, he couldn’t help but view the young Dukes as a threat.
But unfortunately for him, the Carlisle family was deeply favored by the Emperor.
His Majesty adored the two brothers and generously allowed them to flaunt their status.
“He’s lost his mind. Instead of pressing them down, he’s pampering them? Could it be… he’s trying to keep me in check? Using those wet-behind-the-ears brats?”
The old man’s face twisted in displeasure.
It wasn’t an unfounded suspicion—rumors had already been swirling among his family and close associates.
‘Yes… They’ve grown too strong. Far too strong.’
Gordon was a vile, cunning man.
He had destroyed more than a few enemies, using any means necessary.
But this time, his opponents weren’t so easily dealt with.
Gordon was racking his brain over how to bring down those radiant dukes who shone like the sun.
“At the very least, I need to break their spirit. Those bastards don’t know failure. That’s why they’re so arrogant, so high and mighty.”
Muttering to himself, Gordon glanced at his sons seated before him.
Compared to the young men of House Carlisle, they were painfully lacking.
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