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“Thanks for the bracelet and brooch, Adam. But you know,” Isaac murmured, “looking at them made me feel a certain urge.”
“Ah…”
“The urge to adorn something beautiful on you too. I just know it’ll suit you.”
Chester lightly scratched under Adam’s chin.
The touch was like one might use to pet a dog, and it made Adam’s cheeks flush.
Chester seemed pleased by his inability to hide his shame and smiled softly.
“Brother, let’s stop teasing him. I have something I want Adam to do.”
“Something for him to do? And what would that be?”
“Pfft—”
Adam’s shoulders gave a faint shudder.
No wonder—Isaac had murmured directly into his ear canal.
The low tone crawled inside and stuck to him like syrup.
“It’s better if you see it for yourself.”
Isaac gave a silent nod.
The arm that had been wrapped around Adam’s waist fell away, and Adam hastily stood up.
The ear and lips where the Carlisle brothers had touched now itched unbearably.
Just then, the door opened and people carrying boxes entered.
Servants, both male and female, set their respective boxes down on the table.
Adam quickly scanned the variety of large and small containers.
He couldn’t begin to guess what was inside.
“Here,” Chester said as he opened a velvet box.
“Let’s start by getting you changed.”
Adam couldn’t help but widen his eyes.
What came out of the open box could hardly be called clothing.
The pure white fabric was so thin, it looked almost crystal-clear.
It was obviously made to reveal everything beneath once worn.
‘That’s supposed to be clothing?’
“Why the surprise?” Chester asked with a knowing smile.
“It’s the traditional attire of a desert tribe called the Frasiers. I heard they wear it when they dance—or when they’re trying to seduce someone. You’re clever, Adam. I thought you’d recognize it right away.”
“I… I’m not familiar with this… attire.”
“Really? Then this is the perfect chance to get to know it.”
Chester added smoothly, “Take off your clothes, Adam.”
With his languid, half-lidded eyes and graceful smile, Chester was undeniably beautiful.
Adam, sensing that unique mix of elegance and indifference only Chester could exude, slowly began to move.
Maybe it was because he’d undressed so many times before, but the shame didn’t feel quite as overwhelming this time.
He accepted the clothing Chester handed him.
The fabric felt astonishingly light against his skin.
Once he had it on, Adam gave a nervous little cough.
He could clearly see his own chest and stomach through the fabric.
“Lovely,” Chester praised, opening a small box.
He began pulling out accessories and adorning Adam with them.
Adam stiffened like a rock, blinking awkwardly.
“Why are you putting these on me…”
“To make you even more beautiful.”
Adam had never considered himself ‘beautiful.’
More neat and handsome, perhaps.
The word felt foreign, and his face twitched at the compliment.
But Chester, undeterred, stayed focused on dressing him up.
“Ah…”
Adam let out a sound—somewhere between a sigh and a gasp.
A necklace of emerald and topaz draped around his long neck.
A golden cord cinched his waist, accentuating his figure.
His wrists were adorned with bracelets made of gold and crystal.
‘Ugh, they’re heavy.’
Even the slightest movement made the accessories glitter dazzlingly.
The weight made him sweat.
He couldn’t even begin to guess their value.
As the pressure sank in, he bit his lip—and felt Isaac’s gaze.
Isaac hadn’t moved from the sofa.
He was simply staring intently at Adam.
His expression was unreadable, which only made Adam’s face burn hotter.
Embarrassment crawled up his arms, over his elbows, and to his armpits.
Adam cast his eyes to the ceiling, as if trying to escape.
“Perfect,” Chester said with satisfaction.
“You look wonderful among the flowers. Like a spirit.”
Adam glanced at the vase nearby.
The flowers were in full bloom, releasing a soft fragrance.
“Don’t you agree, brother? Doesn’t it remind you of the opera we heard today?”
“You sure have a way with words, Chester. Even though you weren’t paying attention to the music.”
Isaac’s voice was flat, but his eyes still didn’t leave Adam.
Chester giggled like a child and picked up a wooden box.
“Open this, Adam.”
He stepped close, placing the box at Adam’s feet.
Adam obediently opened it.
The lid creaked, and when he looked inside, he frowned.
‘Beads?’
The box was filled with beads, all of different sizes, strung together on a single cord.
At the end of the cord was a small loop, but Adam had no idea what it was for.
“I told you—I wanted to adorn you with something pretty.”
Chester’s voice rang out clearly in the silence.
He picked up the string of beads and gave it a slight shake.
“Ah, though I suppose these aren’t for adorning… they’re for putting in.”
Adam didn’t understand.
His innocent expression made Chester’s lips curl up.
Then, without warning, Chester lifted him off the ground.
“W-Wait!”
Adam was laid across the table.
The motion toppled a few nearby boxes, scattering the jewelry inside.
“S-Sorry…”
Adam tried to get up to clean the mess, but Chester pressed down on his thigh.
With soft pressure, he caressed Adam’s body.
Every place his gaze landed seemed to ignite sparks.
Heat surged suddenly, and Adam’s breath caught.
“Brother,” Chester said, stroking his thigh with both hands.
“Would you help me find the oil?”
A low sigh broke the silence.
Slowly, Isaac walked over to them.
“Here.”
“How about applying it yourself?” Chester asked.
“…”
“If not, I’ll do it—”
Before Chester could finish, Isaac tilted the bottle.
Clear oil spilled out, soaking the fabric.
The silky scent filled the air.
As the wet cloth clung to his body, Adam cast his eyes downward.
The damp fabric made his nipples clearly visible.
They had stiffened, swollen and flushed.
Seeing them like that made his mind go hazy.
The sight was indecent, as if they were begging to be touched.
Drip.
The oil trickled downward.
The moment it touched his genitals, Adam instinctively tried to close his legs.
But Chester held his thighs apart, preventing any movement.
His firm hands pressing into Adam’s inner thighs made his hips jolt upward.
At the same time, the oil soaked him fully.
“Ah…”
A soft moan slipped from Adam’s lips.
At the sound, Isaac’s brows twitched.
He set the bottle down and traced Adam’s chest with his fingers.
Like a spider spinning silk, his hand moved slowly down.
“Ah—”
Finally, his fingers reached Adam’s groin.
He pressed gently through the thin fabric.
Feeling how wet it had become, Adam blushed deeply.
Isaac touched him—calmly, almost teasingly—his movements agonizingly slow.
Adam’s arousal grew steadily, straining upward.
“You’re already hard?”
Chester’s laughter-laced voice made Adam flush with embarrassment.
Adam fumbled with his hands before finally gripping the edge of the table.
The veins on the back of his tensed hands stood out sharply, blue and prominent.
‘To be doing this kind of thing in broad daylight…’
The sunlight streaming through the window was bright.
Unlike the clear, pristine light, Adam—gasping and panting—felt like nothing more than a beast in heat, obscene and debauched.
Just as he was wrinkling his brows in a mix of excitement and shame, something tapped lightly against his stomach.
“……?”
Beads came into view.
They shimmered brilliantly under the sunlight, casting dazzling reflections.
Before he knew it, Chester was shaking the beads, his fingers hooked around the ring that held them together.
Each time they swayed, they let out a faint, metallic clink.
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