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“You still don’t know what these are? I can tell just by looking at your face.”
Tap, tap. The beads continued to nudge his lower abdomen.
“Adam.”
Chester smiled brightly, explaining in a friendly tone.
“I’m going to put these beads inside you.”
The moment those words registered, Adam’s vision swam.
His lips parted slightly.
“What?”
“This’ll be fun.”
Isaac murmured quietly.
“You’re really going to fit all of these in?”
“Oh? Since when does you immediately agree that something’s fun? You’re expressing yourself much more than before, Brother. I’m delighted.”
“…Enough chatter.”
As he spoke, Isaac grabbed Adam’s wrist—the one still clutching the table’s edge—and guided his hand to the slick, damp inner part of his own thigh.
Pressing down on the trembling hand, Isaac gave a silent command with his eyes.
‘Spread your legs.’
Unable to refuse, Adam obeyed.
Gripping his thighs with both hands, he slowly parted his legs.
The moment his thighs widened, his face burned crimson.
Sex was still something he couldn’t get used to, no matter how many times he did it.
“Good, very obedient.”
Chester laughed teasingly.
The beads slid downward, brushing against the back of Adam’s hand.
His arms, still holding his thighs apart, trembled faintly.
His heart pounded wildly at what was about to happen.
“Hng—!”
Chester’s fingers pushed inside.
The moment they grazed the soft inner flesh, pleasure surged.
In an instant, the scent of pheromones thickened, and his inner walls grew slick with wetness.
The Carlisle brothers both frowned slightly as the scent reached them.
“You like it that much, Adam?”
“N-No… It’s not…!”
“‘No’? Your insides are already soaked.”
Chester said, “Look,” and spread his fingers wide.
A squelch echoed as his insides were forcibly stretched.
Thick, translucent slick dripped down Chester’s fingers in sticky strands.
Adam shook his head, knees lifting reflexively.
“If it feels good, just say so. Wouldn’t that make it more fun for the one touching you?”
“Chester.”
Isaac, who had been silent until now, suddenly spoke.
His voice was low but clear, carrying an intensity that demanded attention.
Struggling under the overwhelming pleasure, Adam lifted his gaze to meet Isaac’s.
Isaac stared back, his crimson eyes shimmering like rippling waves.
“I’ll be the one to loosen him with my fingers.”
Isaac spoke while still holding Adam’s gaze.
“You’re going to do it? …Oh-ho.”
Chester’s eyes widened slightly before he nodded.
“Adam, it seems Brother has really taken a liking to you. I didn’t expect him to step in like this.”
The fingers stretching him open withdrew—only for Isaac’s to immediately replace them.
His long fingers probed deeper, exploring every inch inside.
Squelch, squelch!
Curling his fingers like hooks, Isaac pressed insistently against a particular spot.
The relentless stimulation drew another gush of slick, splattering messily around them.
Adam’s raised knees trembled violently, as if seized by spasms.
“Ah—! Hah, ngh—! T-Too f-fast—Hiiik!”
Adam’s voice pitched higher. Isaac had abruptly added two more fingers.
The stretched hole struggled to accommodate the sudden intrusion, forced to take in three thick fingers at once.
Drenched in slick, they pushed as deep as possible.
Thrust, squelch, thrust!
Isaac’s forearm moved rapidly.
Each upward and downward motion tormented his insides mercilessly.
Adam’s grip on his thighs faltered, hands slipping away—only for Chester to immediately grab his knees and spread them wider, grinning.
“You have to hold on properly.”
“Ah—! W-Wait, ah—!”
Chester told him to relax—then pressed a kiss to his knee.
The ticklish sensation made Adam instinctively clench down, his hole greedily sucking in the fingers buried inside.
“Hng…!”
His toes, braced against the table, curled. Isaac’s gaze lingered on them, clenched tight with pleasure.
For the briefest moment, a smile flickered at the corner of his lips.
With three fingers, Isaac teased the inner walls, stoking Adam’s arousal.
The moment Adam’s breath hitched—right as he teetered on the edge—the fingers that had been pressing deep inside him withdrew all at once.
“Hng—!”
Adam’s hips jerked upward.
Through the haze of sensation, his eyes locked onto Isaac’s hand, glistening and slick with omega slick.
Just the sight of those wet, gleaming fingers sent heat rushing to his face.
“You’ve gotten more sensitive than before.”
Isaac tossed out the remark as he stepped back, wiping his fingers indifferently with a cloth.
His expression remained unreadable.
But Adam, an omega, had been catching his pheromones all along—a scent that betrayed barely restrained desire, screaming I want to take you right now.
It was a fragrance that clashed violently with that detached face.
Adam studied Isaac for a beat before averting his eyes.
Just then, Chester—who’d been gently nipping at Adam’s knee—arched a brow.
“Relax, Adam.”
“Ngh… y-yes.”
Adam sucked in a shaky breath, forcing his body to untense.
Chester watched him with amused fondness before sliding the first bead forward.
The smooth, rounded surface nudged against his stretched rim.
Thanks to the three fingers earlier, the initial bead slipped in without pain.
“Mnh…”
“Does it hurt?”
It didn’t.
But the sensation of something foreign moving inside him was far from pleasant.
Adam’s brow twitched at the discomfort—just as a few more beads pressed inward.
“W-wait, please—”
His voice fractured.
The strangeness only intensified.
The firm beads rolled and massaged places they shouldn’t, and before he realized it, Adam clenched down.
His inner walls fluttered, squeezing the intruders tight.
The slick, polished surfaces ground ruthlessly against his oversensitive flesh.
“Ah—!”
His mind whited out.
Adam turned his face to the side, cheek rubbing desperately against the table.
Ragged breaths spilled from his parted lips—haah, haah, haah…
“There’s more left.”
Before Chester even finished speaking, the beads drove deeper.
Adam’s hand flew downward, fingers clawing uselessly at the air.
“C-can’t… take… anymore…”
“Why not? You can handle it.”
The gentle but firm words forced Adam to inhale sharply.
He felt another bead—larger this time—catch at his rim.
Stretched taut, his hole leaked slick in thin, transparent streaks.
“Try relaxing.”
As he spoke, Chester’s fingers traced the strained junction where the bead refused to go further.
His touch wandered over the swollen folds before dipping lower, pressing firmly into the plush flesh of Adam’s perineum.
The moment that spot was stimulated, Adam’s moan pitched higher.
“Aah—!”
Every nerve lit up like a live wire.
He couldn’t bear the electric jolts each press sent through him.
Adam covered his face with the hand that had been grasping at nothing—just as the largest bead finally breached him.
Schllk—!
“…!”
His insides were packed full now.
The beads settled snugly, shifting with every slight movement, rubbing his walls raw.
Adam squeezed his thighs together, trying to stifle the alien pleasure.
“Looks just like a tail.”
Chester flicked the looped end of the strand.
Even that light touch made Adam tense up violently.
“P-please… take them out now.”
“Take them out?”
“Y-yes…”
“Then ask me properly. Look at me.”
Swish, slide.
Chester’s thumb dragged over Adam’s perineum again.
Each pass over that swollen ridge sent filthy sparks of pleasure crackling through him.
Adam lowered his hand, voice trembling.
“Please… take them out…”
His begging dripped with wet desperation.
Even to his own ears, his voice sounded wrecked.
Adam swallowed hard.
“Good boy.”
Satisfied, Chester gripped the loop and pulled.
The beads shifted inside—and just as Adam stiffened with inexplicable dread—yank.
The string dragged viciously against his inner walls.
“…!”
Pleasure, sharp and blinding, eclipsed his vision.
Adam’s head snapped back, shock written across his face as goosebumps erupted over his skin.
The sensation of being scraped raw from the inside was—
“One down.”
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