Good Night, Brother!

The fingers repeatedly going in and out of the narrow, sticky hole made a squeaking, obscene sound. Lee Hyun was violating a place that he had never touched except when washing, with a hand as beautiful as his face.

Eun Hyun’s eyes, dizzy with the touch that was gradually touching the part where she was feeling pleasure, gradually loosened up.

“Huh, Jeong, Yi-Hyeon, ah, hah … .”

“Yeah, brother. Why?”

“Stop it…  Stop it… .”

Even during the day, Eun-hyun, who was lying down like a dog with her wrists tied by the tie that was around her neck, begged with tears hanging from the corners of her eyes. Jeong Yi-Hyeon, who covered Eun-hyun’s slender back with his solid upper body, wiped away the tears with his wet, hot tongue, and whispered in Eun-hyun’s ear with a low voice mixed with a strange sigh.

“Why are you stopping? My brother chews me up because I like seeing him.”

The entrance, barely big enough to fit three fingers, was foaming whitely and leaving long strings hanging from the fingers. The omega’s love juice, welcoming the alpha’s pheromones, was gushing out.

“Ah, Hah…  . Huh.”

Rather than protesting to her younger brother’s words that he was looking at her anus, Eun-hyun was quick to refute her claim that she wasn’t excited. Jeong Yi-Hyeon lightly laughed with the tip of his nose.

“No, really. They’re asking for something more than just a finger,” Lee Hyun said, his voice calm yet laced with something dark.

“No! Stop it! Please, stop!” Eun-Hyun’s cries were frantic, his breath hitching between broken sobs.

“I like obedient ones,” Jeong Yi-Hyeon continued, ignoring the pleas. “You’re shaping up to be a very good dog.”

Eun-Hyun’s eyes brimmed with tears, his chest tightening as his younger brother’s words drove home the chilling reality—there was no intention of stopping. Jeong Yi Hyeon’s voice cut through the air, sharp and taunting, the mockery in his tone impossible to ignore.

“Jeong Yi-Hyeon, you crazy bastard! Stop it. Between brothers… this is—” Eun-Hyun’s voice cracked, equal parts desperation and fury.

“Oh, really? We’re brothers? I must have missed the memo,” Lee Hyun shot back, his tone cold and dismissive.

“What do you mean, you didn’t know? You’re out of your mind, you crazy bastard!”

“You’ve never treated me like a younger brother before,” Yi-Hyeon retorted, a bitter smile curling on his lips. “But now, suddenly, I’m your brother? Only when it’s convenient for you?”

Tzu-eup, the long fingers roughly pulled out with a messy sound, and the sound of my younger brother, who was neatly dressed unlike Eun-hyun who was naked, taking off his jeans could be heard.

Soon, the red glans was rubbed against the moist, pinkish folds. Eun-hyun’s face, which was stunned by the sensation of the penis poking and trying to enter her hole, lost its color. Eun-hyun desperately crawled forward to avoid her brother’s penis with her body having almost no strength, but her pelvis was quickly grabbed tightly by Yi Hyeon’s large, veiny hands.

“Don’t… don’t, Yi Hyeon -ah. Please…” Eun Hyun’s voice trembled, a mix of fear and pleading.

“Just think of it as some stranger, Hyung. You said that felt easier, didn’t you?” Yi Hyeon’s voice was low, almost coaxing.

The words struck a chord, distant and familiar, as if plucked from a memory just out of reach. But Eun Hyun couldn’t place them. Before she could grasp their meaning, Yi Hyeon thrust forward in a single, unrelenting motion, his body pressing deeper, stealing her breath and thought in an instant.