The Night of the Monsters - Chapter 13 (M)

“Doesn’t it seem strange?” Ian muttered, his voice tinged with displeasure as he stared at Giselle reflected in the mirror.

Hugo, who was sprawled lazily in a sunlit spot and shifting his body like a cat, responded indifferently.

“What does?”

“Giselle,” Ian clarified.

“What about her?”

“Seriously, do you even have a sense of awareness, or not? Didn’t you notice what she did earlier? Normally, if it were Giselle, she’d just nod at whatever we said without question. But this time, she didn’t.”

At his younger brother’s irritated tone, Hugo finally opened his eyes and glanced over at him. Ian’s furrowed brow betrayed an undercurrent of anxiety and unease.

From Hugo’s perspective, it wasn’t just Giselle acting differently—Ian was, too. Despite his attempts to appear composed and mature, it was obvious that at his core, he was no different from before. With characteristic nonchalance, Hugo responded.

“Probably confused because of the new drug from yesterday. Remember how she reacted when we first gave her the sleeping pills and the stimulant? Same thing.”

“Yeah, I guess, but… what if her memory gets so muddled that she forgets about us completely? Sure, you might not care if she forgets you, but that’s not exactly going to make things easier for us.”

“And I’m asking, why would that even be a problem? If her memories are gone, then fine—they’re gone. This time, instead of being her mentor or her brother, we’ll just take another approach and get close to her again. Simple.”

Hugo, now completely sprawled out on the floor, closed his eyes again. He had been scouting out sunlit spots around the area for Giselle, thinking she’d appreciate a place like this. This one seemed good enough.

Meanwhile, Ian, who had been constantly debating whether he needed to adjust the drug formula, sighed in frustration at Hugo’s utter lack of concern. He nodded to himself, trying to steady his thoughts, and glanced at Giselle through the mirror. She remained completely still. Regaining a measure of composure, Ian spoke in a calm yet deliberate tone.

“Hey, Hugo. I think we should just leave Giselle alone until she decides on her own that she wants us.”

“No.”

“…What? Come on, you stopped earlier,” Ian said, his tone sharp with exasperation.

“Spending yesterday indulging your nonsense was more than enough for me,” Hugo retorted, now glaring with open irritation after opening his eyes again.

Ian, dumbfounded, opened and closed his mouth a few times before furrowing his brow in frustration.

“Fine. Then at least hold back when she’s awake. I don’t care if we use stronger sedatives,” Ian snapped.

“For how long?”

“I already told you. Until Giselle wants us on her own. You know as well as I do that she won’t be able to resist for long. We’ve already pulled her out of the forest—don’t you think it’s time to move things forward?”

Hugo let out a sigh, his expression darkening with reluctant agreement. “Fine. But don’t forget—”

“Don’t even start with that, Hugo,” Ian interrupted, cutting him off before he could bring up some debt or favor. “This isn’t just about me wanting something for myself right now, okay? Anyway, let’s drop it. The familiar I sent to the castle came back while the kitchen was preparing the meal.”

Quickly shifting the topic before Hugo could prolong the argument, Ian noticed the immediate change in his brother’s expression. At the mention of the castle, Hugo’s face twisted into a scowl.

The two brothers shared one thing in common: they had both studied under Giselle, the witch, and therefore all the magic they used stemmed from her teachings. Their familiars were no exception. Ian had sent one—a venomous insect native to the Black Forest, whose mind he had dominated—along with a group of knights to infiltrate the castle. It had returned with information.

The fact that the people who had discarded them like insects were now seeking them out again was laughable at best. Still, if they wanted to seize the upper hand, understanding the current state of affairs was a necessity.

The venomous insect familiar had taken longer than expected to gather information while discreetly skittering around the castle, avoiding detection. On top of that, Ian had been preoccupied with Giselle, limiting his involvement to merely supplying the familiar with magic to keep it going. Truthfully, he had half-forgotten about it.

When the familiar finally returned, battered and barely functional, Ian couldn’t help but feel a sliver of admiration for its persistence. Originally, he had planned to dispose of it immediately. However, after seeing the effort it had expended and the valuable information it carried, he changed his mind. He rewarded it with a generous supply of nourishment and arranged a place for it to rest in the garden. The information it had brought back was worth the gesture.

After one last glance at Giselle, Ian placed the mirror he had been using to observe her back on the table and spoke calmly.

“You remember how we were imprisoned and abandoned in the forest right after we were born? All because of the high priest’s prophecy—how twins born on a moonless night would bring ruin to the kingdom?”

“Of course,” Hugo replied, his voice indifferent.

“Well, while we were locked away, Father and Mother went on to have more children. Two or three, I think.”

Hugo clicked his tongue at the mention of “Father” and “Mother,” words that left a bitter taste even in his own mouth. Ian used those terms simply because there wasn’t a better way to refer to them, but they carried no meaning for him either. Any shred of affection or lingering attachment had long since burned away.

“One of them, it seems, is sick,” Ian continued.

“If they’re sick, they should seek treatment. Why would they come looking for us? It’s not like they suddenly want us to inherit the throne or anything,” Hugo scoffed.

“The royals are heavily guarded, so it’s hard to gather information directly. But based on the rumors I’ve pieced together, I have a theory,” Ian explained.

“Let’s hear it.”

“For one, I’m sure you feel the same way, but I was so angry at Giselle for trying to send us away that I didn’t think it was strange at all that knights came all the way to the forest to find us,” Ian began, his voice tight with frustration.

“Why?” Hugo asked flatly.

“…At this point, can’t you figure it out on your own?” Ian snapped. “Why is it that the only time you actually think is when it has something to do with Giselle?”

Ian pressed his fingers against his temple, exasperated by Hugo’s dismissive attitude. He couldn’t help but think how naive Giselle was for casually involving the outside world. Her ignorance of the dangers out there, coupled with the affection she had for her “students,” was painfully obvious.

As Hugo lazily stared at him, sprawled as usual, Ian let out a sigh and organized his thoughts before continuing.

“The prophecy wasn’t something they could completely ignore. It was unsettling, but it wasn’t absolute either, so they couldn’t outright kill us. That’s why they lied and said we were stillborn, then secretly raised us.”

“Raised? No, let’s call it what it was—bred,” Hugo interjected with biting sarcasm.

Ian chuckled dryly, unconsciously agreeing. They had endured scorching summers filled with maggots and swarming insects, and freezing winters that cut into their flesh like knives. Surviving on bowls of watery gruel and moldy bread delivered every few days, they somehow managed to stay alive. They had no formal education and only learned to read and write thanks to Giselle.

“That’s true,” Ian admitted with a faint smile. “Do you remember, Hugo? How they stopped coming altogether for an entire month when they saw we weren’t dying off?”

“Oh, I remember. I thought I’d actually die then. I was so starved, I seriously considered eating you,” Hugo said with unsettling calmness.

“…”

“I’m not joking,” Hugo added, shrugging.

“Yeah, I remember. I’ll never forget how you looked at me back then—like you weren’t looking at your brother, but at a piece of meat.”

“Well, I didn’t eat you, did I? Anyway, get back to the point,” Hugo said, waving off Ian’s glare.

Ian shook his head, muttering under his breath before nodding and continuing. His gaze flickered briefly to the mirror, where Giselle was still curled up under the covers. He allowed himself a faint smile before focusing again.

“In the end, since they couldn’t kill us, they abandoned us in the forest. Even told us outright not to come back.”

“They might as well have said, ‘Go die,’” Hugo remarked bluntly.

“Exactly. But then how did they find out that you and I were still alive? How did they track us to the forest? It’s too convenient to think they came here on a whim, hoping against hope. The fact that they even brought us up to Giselle makes it all the more suspicious.”

“Enough with the preamble. What’s your conclusion?” Hugo said impatiently.

“Two things,” Ian replied, his tone cooling. “First, they need us to cure the supposedly ill sibling. Second, our survival was probably revealed by the same power that predicted the prophecy—the high priest.”

If a single person told a wild tale, it was likely a lie. But if the same tale spread to two, then four, and so on, it became less about its truth and more about the reason for its existence.

That was exactly what Ian’s familiar had reported: whispers among the castle staff about Hugo and Ian’s existence—information that should never have been known outside their immediate family. A royal suffering from an incurable disease. A sacrifice to cure it. And a growing reverence for the high priest, whose divine powers seemed to strengthen day by day.

Ian’s gaze grew sharp and icy as he fixed his eyes on Hugo.

“It’s just speculation for now, but if the knights find out about this place… you know what you need to do, right?”

“Of course.”

The roles of the brothers were perfectly divided. For Hugo, killing people or slaughtering monsters was hardly any different.

Even if the unwelcome guests Ian anticipated did make their way here, it wouldn’t be much of a problem. Cleaning up would be a hassle, but if the priest was eliminated, they would no longer have any way to track them down. Giselle, who had tried to send Hugo and Ian away, would be left grappling with guilt, realizing she had driven the brothers into a corner with her own hands.

Hugo, raising one hand to gaze at it intently, clenched his fist and gave a crooked smile. The cost of unnecessarily complicating matters would be repaid in full, excessively so.

As his mood lifted, he found himself wanting to hold Giselle immediately. Whenever his emotions surged, so too did his lust.

“Ian, is Giselle asleep yet?”

“She’s still under the blanket, so it’s hard to tell, but I think she’s awake. She’ll fall asleep soon, though. I gave her a sedative earlier.”

“She’s still huddled under the blanket, so I can’t see her clearly, but it seems like she’s awake. Still, she’ll fall asleep soon. I gave her a sedative earlier.”

Both of them had become overly sensitive, likely because of the awkward way they had provoked Giselle. With his eyes closed, Hugo pictured Giselle sobbing quietly in bed and whispered to himself, Sleep well, Master. Come on, fall asleep.

Although it seemed like she would drift off quickly, it took Giselle nearly three hours to finally fall asleep.

Perhaps it was because she had fought desperately to suppress her urges, but the sedative had little effect. Had she tried to ease her frustrations alone, it might have been an entertaining sight, but instead, Giselle clawed at her skin and sobbed, refusing to resort to that.

Once the brothers confirmed she was completely asleep, they headed to Giselle’s room without a word, as if it had been prearranged. Climbing the stairs, Ian muttered sarcastically.

“Didn’t you say one day of screwing around together was enough?”

“If you’ve got a problem, then get lost.”

“That’s my line. I need to check if Giselle is deeply asleep or not…”

Before Ian could finish his sentence, Hugo pushed the door open and went inside. Ian frowned at the sight. Hugo, completely indifferent to whatever look his younger brother might be giving him, headed straight for the bed.

As the distance closed, faint breathing sounds could be heard. Giselle lay curled up tightly, as though trying to hide herself from something, fast asleep. Her clothing had slipped halfway off, exposing her lower body. When her legs were spread apart, her pale skin appeared dry and untouched.

Despite her vulnerable state and lack of caution, Giselle showed no reaction, confirming she was deeply asleep. Hugo slid his arm under her white thighs, lifting them slightly as he brought his face closer. Ian, who had approached belatedly, muttered complaints under his breath, but they were ignored completely.

As he stuck his tongue out and swept the crack, her thighs trembled slightly for a moment. Ian was more surprised than Hugo, who was burying his head below and looked at Giselle, but she was still asleep, perhaps because it was a reflex movement.

Ian let out a sigh, brushed back his disheveled hair, and cupped her pale cheek. Even while asleep, it seemed as though she could feel the lingering pleasure. However, cracks were gradually forming on her picture-perfect, beautiful face.

“Mm….”

As he licked her trembling labia and sucked her clitoris with his lips, a strange moan flowed out. The love juice that was spit out little by little felt like sweet juice. Hugo, who felt both satisfaction and fullness at the same time, pushed his tongue into her vagina.

Slurp. The wet, clinging inner walls opened gently. Giselle’s cheeks became hot as Hugo’s nose rubbed against her clitoris which was twitching in response to the stimulation. Hot breath leaked out from her nether lips which had opened even more than before.

Ian fixed his gaze intently on it as he stripped Giselle of her clothes completely. Rather than simply removing them, it was closer to tearing them off, exposing her chest and stomach all at once. Her nipples, which had been stimulated to the point of rawness over the past few days, were already standing stiffly erect.

Ian lay beside Giselle and roughly grabbed her breast. Perhaps it was just his perception, but the soft flesh felt even fuller in his hand. Each time he tightened his grip as if clenching a fist, her nipple slipped between his fingers, pressed and stimulated. Even in her half-asleep state, Giselle unconsciously tightened her inner walls in response to the sensation. Meanwhile, Hugo used his tongue to part the constricted inner walls, swallowing all of the fluids that had pooled inside and continued to flow.

Ian, who kept looking at Giselle’s face while rubbing her chest, felt relieved. The sound was loud and the stimulation was strong, but she didn’t show any signs of waking up, so she must have been sleeping deeply. If she was pretending to be asleep, there was no way they wouldn’t notice.

His gaze traveled down from her slender neck, settling once again on her chest. Without hesitation, he swallowed the breast he had been roughly squeezing in his hand. As his tongue brushed against the nipple, he caught it in his mouth and sucked as if he were a child nursing from its mother, causing Giselle to twist her hips. Holding her firmly in place with his arms wrapped around her, the brothers indulged in her simultaneously, both above and below.

It was Hugo who rose first. Though he had swallowed everything that came out, quenching his thirst seemed impossible. However, the penis he had been aroused for some time was now leaking pre-cum, making it impossible for him to continue.

Hugo pushed Ian’s leg aside and spread Giselle’s thighs, positioning the tip of his glans directly at her entrance. The darkened opening, still slightly gaping from the prolonged foreplay, quivered faintly.

“Hyung.”

Just as he was about to push his hips forward, Ian called out to him in a low voice. Hugo glanced sideways at his brother, who was frowning so deeply that the mole beneath his eye seemed to rise, and responded.

“Five times.”

“……”

“Then four.”

“……”

“Three.”

Knowing that Hugo had no intention of lowering it any further, Ian reluctantly nodded in agreement.

The nerves were focused entirely below, and though he was impatient, Hugo moved his hips slowly. If he thrust in all at once, Giselle might climax from that alone.

As the gradually closing opening was pushed open again, the mucous membrane clung stickily to his penis. Though the tension was less than usual, making the inside feel looser, the vivid sensation of the vaginal folds squirming brought him close to climax quickly. Hugo clenched his fist and buried himself even deeper.

“Hah…”

Hugo’s thick member slid deep into Giselle’s belly, though not all the way—there was still a noticeable portion left outside. Wrinkling his sweat-dampened nose, he muttered as he traced his right hand over Giselle’s lower abdomen.

“Did my cock get bigger?”

“…What are you even talking about all of a sudden?”