The carriage rolled slowly along the road, and I could feel my body rebelling with every bump. By the time the mansion gates came into view, the sun had almost completely disappeared behind the hills. Shadows stretched across the grounds, cool and quiet in the evening light.
The carriage stopped, and I tried to steady myself, but my legs felt like lead.
Leon stepped down first and turned toward me.
"Can you stand?" he asked.
I swallowed hard and planted my feet on the ground, but immediately they trembled.
Before I could fall, Leon caught my arm.
"Easy," he said calmly.
Lucas stepped to my other side, looping an arm under mine. "Yeah… you're definitely not walking alone tonight."
"I can walk," I muttered, trying to sound firm, though my voice sounded weak even to me.
"You can, but you probably shouldn't," Lucas said, letting out a soft laugh.
I groaned quietly. My body refused to cooperate. Every step felt heavier than the last. With one arm over Leon's shoulder and the other supported by Lucas, I stumbled forward, trying not to feel utterly helpless.
The mansion halls stretched ahead, quiet and still. The warm glow of lanterns along the walls barely distracted me from how exhausted I felt. My footsteps—or rather, our footsteps—echoed softly across the marble floor, and I couldn't help but feel embarrassed.
Finally, we reached my room at the end of the corridor. Leon pushed the door open with his shoulder, and together, they guided me to the bed.
I sank onto it immediately, my body finally giving in. Exhaustion washed over me like a heavy wave.
Lucas pulled the blanket over me.
"There," he said. "Rest."
I closed my eyes, every muscle in my body screaming for it.
Leon glanced at me once more. "We'll check on you later."
I barely managed a nod.
"Thanks…" I whispered, my voice fading as sleep tugged at me.
The door closed quietly behind them, leaving me alone in the dimly lit room. I felt the quiet press in around me, the warmth of the blanket against my skin, and then—almost imperceptibly.
I lay there in the dim room, eyes staring up at the canopy of my bed, the faint glow of the lantern on the nightstand casting long shadows across the ceiling.
My body felt heavy, like it belonged to someone else.
It hurts.
Not the sharp, tearing pain from earlier—just a deep, dull ache that throbbed with every small shift. My ass was still sore, stretched and tender, reminding me with every heartbeat what they'd done. What we'd done.
Seriously, what were they thinking?
We're brothers.
Even if we're not blood-related, they're still my brothers. They raised me. Protected me. And yet they fucked me like I was… someone they loved. Like I was theirs in a way that had nothing to do with family anymore.
This is so stupid.
To think I gave up my body to my two brothers.
I'm a man.
This is wrong.
It still feels weird—wrong in my head, even if my body didn't fight it. Even if it liked it.
I shifted slightly under the covers and winced.
How the hell am I supposed to walk tomorrow?
I'm glad it's not completely worn out, at least. Small mercies.
And then there's the system.
I glanced at the corner of my vision where the interface had last appeared. Faint, almost mocking.
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STATUS WINDOW
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Name : Kael Aetheris
Age : 19
Level : 2-8 ↑
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Stats
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Attack : 9 ↑
Magic : 8 ↑
Speed : 10 ↑
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Level Up Condition
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Level increases through sex.
• Mutual consent required.
• Each encounter grants EXP.
I almost laughed, but it came out as a bitter breath.
As expected… the system really wants me to have sex to level up.
Six times. Six fucking climaxes.
And it rewarded me for it. Stamina. Sensitivity. Some twisted trait that makes me want them more just because they're my brothers.
I closed my eyes tight.
This is insane.
And yet here I am, sore and marked and still feeling the ghost of them inside me.
I pulled the blanket higher, curling onto my side.
Tomorrow…
I'll deal with it tomorrow.
For now, I just wanted to sleep.
And forget the ache.
And the shame.
While I was sleeping, I had no idea that my brother Leon had slipped into my room. The door must have creaked softly, but I was too deep in dreams to notice.
I stirred awake slowly, feeling the mattress dip under someone's weight as they stepped onto the bed. My eyes fluttered open, blurry in the dim light filtering through the curtains.
"Hm... Brother? What are you doing here?" I murmured, my voice thick with sleep.
"Shh, relax. I think I miss you," he whispered, his voice low and husky.
"What are you talking about?" I asked, a mix of confusion and warmth stirring in my chest.
"It's fine, I won't fuck you. I'm heating up... why don't you suck my dick?" he said, his words hanging in the air like a secret invitation.
"Promise I'll be gentle," he added, his hand brushing my cheek lightly.
"Fine, just make it faster." I replied, my heart pounding as I shifted closer.
He lowered his pants with a slow, deliberate motion, revealing his cock—hard, throbbing, and already glistening at the tip. The sight sent a rush through me, and I reached out, my fingers wrapping around it tentatively before guiding the head to my lips. I parted them, taking it in, the warmth of my mouth enveloping him.
He moaned softly, a deep, satisfied sound as he felt the heat. "Do you like it now, Kael?" he asked, his voice laced with desire.
I didn't answer with words, just continued to move my mouth, sliding along his length with growing rhythm. His hand found the back of my head, fingers threading through my hair as he gently pushed deeper, guiding me.
I let him, surrendering to the moment, my own movements syncing with his subtle thrusts.
"At first you said you didn't want to do it, but look at you now... Hm, your body probably getting used to it, isn't it?" he teased, his hips rocking steadily as he spoke.
I glanced up at him, his cock still filling my mouth, and saw the sweat beading on his forehead, his eyes half-lidded with pleasure. In my mind, I wondered: Is this really the brother Leon I know? Why is he enjoying it so much? I thought he was kind and soft... yet here he is, lost in it.
Then he moved a bit faster, his breaths coming quicker.
A moan escaped him. "Yes, just like that. Your mouth is so warm, Kael..."
After a while, his pace quickened even more, building to a frantic edge.
Another moan, deeper this time. "I... I'm cumming," he gasped, and then he did—hot spurts filling my mouth as his body tensed.
"Drink all of it," he urged through his moans of pleasure. "Yeah, drink all my cum..."
I couldn't control myself; I gulped it down, swallowing as it kept coming, the taste overwhelming and intimate.
I sucked a little more before pulling back, and Leon moaned again as he slipped free, his body shuddering.
He leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to my forehead. "Good boy, Kael. I love you," he whispered, like that—like it was the most natural thing in the world.