The Night of the Monsters - Chapter 7
“Better than when you come back covered in blood,” Ian replied dismissively. “That reminds me—going to the city means getting ingredients will be a hassle for a while. It’s annoying.”
“Do we have enough of Giselle’s medicine?” Hugo asked.
“There’s enough to last a lifetime, so no problem there. It’s just that we won’t be able to experiment with new combinations as freely anymore.”
Though the Black Forest was rumored to be lifeless, that was a lie spread by those frightened of its forbidding appearance. In reality, the forest teemed with rare herbs and concentrated spiritual energy in its depths. For Hugo, it was a playground where he could test his strength against beasts and monsters. For Ian, it was a treasure trove.
As Ian sighed and carefully packed herbs into his pouch, Hugo scowled and offered a suggestion.
“Why not link spaces? You’re overthinking it, idiot. Making a hole big enough for a hand to pass through is simple.”
“Ah…”
“Are you smart, or just stupid?”
“You’re just nitpicky,” Ian snapped back, though he couldn’t hide his pleased expression. With one less worry on his mind, his mood lightened considerably. After ensuring he hadn’t forgotten anything, Ian packed all the herbs and set aside a portion specifically for Giselle’s medicine.
“What about you? Don’t you have anything to bring?” Ian asked.
“I only need Giselle,” Hugo replied bluntly.
“Same here,” Ian muttered. Then, as if remembering something, he added, “Oh, one more thing—how big is the house?”
“Decent enough,” Hugo replied. “It’s got a garden, and plenty of sunlight.”
Giselle had no idea that Hugo had been venturing outside the forest for years. He had been quietly earning money by selling herbs native to the forest and by-products from the carcasses of monsters to various guilds. It wasn’t out of greed for wealth or fame—Hugo harbored no desires beyond his obsession with Giselle—but he had always been on the lookout for an opportunity to leave the forest with her.
Hugo had recently purchased a white mansion, once built by a nouveau riche who had gone bankrupt, leaving it abandoned. Though it wasn’t a place they planned to stay long, he chose it because of its abundant sunlight, knowing Giselle often grew melancholic from the gloomy surroundings of the forest.
“She’ll love it,” Hugo remarked.
“She’ll love it so much she won’t want to leave, and then I’ll blame you for the rest of my life,” Ian retorted sharply as they ascended the stairs. Hugo merely shrugged, offering no response.
The realization that Giselle was gone struck them when they noticed her door, usually closed tight, left ajar.
A cold draft from the slightly open door brushed against their skin. At some point, darkness had fallen over the forest outside. Hugo’s eyes glinted with the sharp intensity of a predator’s, his gaze eerily focused. When Ian returned from checking Giselle’s empty bed, his face twisted with raw emotion. Seeing Hugo’s hungry expression, Ian shook his head firmly.
“No, Hugo.”
“What?”
“You’re thinking about pouncing on her the moment we find her. I’ll go get her. You stay here. She hasn’t run away.”
“No, she hasn’t run away,” Hugo agreed, his voice quiet but dangerous.
Sometimes, Hugo wished Giselle could overhear the things they said about her. After all the times they had crossed the line, it was absurd for her to continue thinking of them as merely teacher and students, or family. There was a dark part of him that wished she would sense the raw, animalistic desire they both carried for her. That she would see the truth for what it was, instead of clinging to an illusion of innocence.
The kind-hearted Giselle, even if she learned the truth, would likely ask them for their reasons first, trying to understand rather than condemn. Suppressing the simmering cold rage within him, Hugo spoke with a casual tone.
“She couldn’t have gone far. Let’s go get her.”
“…Can you hold back?” Ian asked, his tone skeptical.
“The one who won’t be able to hold back is Giselle. The medicine should be taking effect by now,” Hugo replied, his voice laced with amusement.
Perhaps she was out there now, clutching a tree and sobbing as she tried to sate her body’s unbearable need. Ian, stepping outside to join Hugo, waved a hand toward the nearby spirits. They obediently showed the brothers which path Giselle had taken.
Ian walked ahead, with Hugo following close behind. The quiet night was devoid of even the sound of insects, with only the crunch of their steps through the underbrush breaking the silence.
As they continued, the brothers began to notice clear traces of Giselle’s passage along the unkempt path. They quickened their pace, tracking her through the forest. When they finally emerged into a clearing where the canopy opened to reveal a luminous moonlit lake, they saw Giselle standing in the water, half-submerged.
Both brothers let out a simultaneous sigh, though whether it was relief or exasperation was hard to tell.
Hearing the sound, Giselle flinched, her shoulders trembling as she slowly turned to face them. Tears streamed down her cheeks like scattered beads, her flushed face and neck stark against the moonlight. Her wet clothes clung to her body, revealing her silhouette in exquisite detail.
Ian approached first, a warm, gentle smile spreading across his face.
“You scared us, Giselle. You disappeared so suddenly.”
“…”
“No matter how overheated you felt, getting into the water like that isn’t a good idea. Come on, let’s get you out of there.”
Despite his seemingly concerned tone, Giselle hesitated, taking a step back. Her clasped hands betrayed her anxiety as she wrung them tightly, her unease evident.
Hugo, who had been quietly observing, strode into the water without hesitation. Giselle’s eyes widened, and she instinctively moved further back, but it was no use. Hugo closed the distance in an instant, taking hold of her arm.
“Master,” he murmured softly, leaning in until his lips brushed her ear.
“Did you hear everything?”
Giselle’s dazed eyes rose to meet his, her lips trembling slightly as she whispered, “Hear… everything?”
“What?”
Her innocent confusion, blinking as though she truly didn’t understand, made the brothers realize she hadn’t overheard their conversation. She hadn’t run because of that.
Then why had she come all the way out here?
As Ian narrowed his eyes, ready to question her, Giselle suddenly gasped, shoving Hugo back with trembling hands. Warm breaths escaped her slightly parted lips, and her rigid nipples were visible beneath her wet clothes. Mortified, she crossed her arms over her chest to cover herself.
Both brothers let out quiet, sharp breaths, almost in unison.
“Giselle,” Ian began, his voice low, “did you come out here because your body was burning up?”
The word escape was never quite right. A mix of anticipation, fleeting excitement, and sinful tension had disappeared in an instant. Giselle’s rose-tinted eyes, wet with tears, trembled faintly.
She had impulsively run out because she couldn’t forgive herself for becoming aroused by such a dream. Worse still, Hugo and Ian had noticed her state. That fact alone left her utterly humiliated.
Even now, she couldn’t bear the shame of feeling lust toward her disciples. Her abdomen throbbed, and an unbearable heat burned between her thighs. Digging her nails into her folded arms, Giselle whispered hoarsely, struggling with every word.
“P-please, just… leave me alone. It’ll pass soon… I promise…”
“What are you going to do? Soothe yourself by fingering your pussy?”
“No!”
Giselle snapped sharply at Hugo’s blunt words, her voice cracking with emotion. It shook so much at the end that it betrayed the instability she felt. She truly had no intention of doing such a thing, but her uncontrollable instincts threatened to strip her of reason and shame entirely.
It was her own body. She knew its treacherous responses better than anyone.
“Don’t… don’t say such things…”
“It’s fine, Master. We told you, didn’t we?”
“No, it’s not fine. This… this is wrong. It’s bad,” Giselle stammered, shaking her head fervently. Her unusually adamant rejection made Ian, who was watching from the lakeside, furrow his brow slightly. Hugo didn’t force himself closer to her but watched her trembling figure with a faint smirk.
“Why suddenly? You’ve been taking us in so easily before, haven’t you?”
“…”
“You know, Master, I actually know exactly what you dreamed about.”
At Hugo’s sly tone, Giselle’s eyes widened. Tears streamed down her cheeks as she raised her hands to cover her mouth, shaking her head in disbelief.
“H-how… how could you…”
“You kept moving your hips in your sleep,” Hugo replied smoothly. “And calling out mine and Ian’s names, begging us to move faster inside you.”
Her face, which had been flushed with heat moments before, turned deathly pale. Hugo, smirking at her frozen expression, slid his thigh between her legs, pressing against the damp heat there.
“You’re soaked.”
“T-this… this is… just… water…”
“Yeah, water. Water from your pussy, Master.”
Hugo moved his thigh slowly, deliberately pressing against her again, causing another gush of slick arousal to spill forth. Giselle stared at him, bewildered. Until now, the brothers had always acted as though they had no choice but to give in to what she seemed to want. But now, it felt different. Hugo wasn’t simply reacting—he was pursuing her, his actions driven by his own desire.
“H-Hugo…”
“In your dream, how did Ian and I take care of you?” he asked with a smirk.
“What…?”
“Did we fill your mouth and pussy? Or did you take us both in your pussy? Or maybe we had you panting, filled from both ends?”
Hugo’s raw, explicit words made Giselle’s face flush deeply. She looked away, her embarrassment evident. Normally, Hugo’s vulgar comments left her flustered, but this time, it felt like too much, even for him. He was relentless.
Clicking his tongue, Hugo cursed under his breath. He couldn’t suppress his desire whenever Giselle reacted like an innocent maiden, as if she were untouched despite all they had done together.
“Master, you’re always the same. I’m just saying what’s real, but you act like it’s something to be ashamed of.”
“That’s not it…”
“Or is it because it’s me saying it? Is it embarrassing because I’m your disciple, someone you raised like a son or a little brother? Yeah, I guess calling us family while you sleep with us is pretty shameful, huh?”
Though he was smiling, his tone was sharp, cutting like a blade. He was clearly irritated, even if he tried to hide it. Before Giselle could respond, Ian stepped into the water, clapping Hugo lightly on the back in a gesture that seemed to say, That’s enough. Ian’s expression softened into a bright, easy smile as he reached for Giselle’s hand.
“You scared us, disappearing like that,” Ian said gently. “For a moment, we thought you were leaving us behind.”
“L-leave you? I would never do something like that to you!” Giselle stammered, horrified by the suggestion.
“But…” Ian’s voice dropped slightly, his smile fading into something more subdued. “You’ve already tried to leave us before, haven’t you?”
“That wasn’t trying to leave you!” Giselle snapped, her voice rising. It was rare for her to raise her voice at all, except when overwhelmed by passion.
It wasn’t abandonment. Giselle had only wanted Hugo and Ian to have better lives, away from the cursed forest. She had wanted to return them to the world where they belonged, where they could thrive and be happy.
Two months ago, when Giselle’s mind was still intact, and the spirits still lent her their power, imperial knights had invaded the forest.
The Black Forest, after all, was within imperial territory and belonged to the empire. Giselle, the so-called “Witch of the Black Forest,” was simply occupying their land. Telling Hugo and Ian she was going out for a walk, she had gone to meet the knights sent to confront her.
At that time, the brothers had believed so firmly that Giselle would remain with them forever that they neither monitored nor questioned her actions. During her meeting with the knights, however, Giselle learned the truth about the brothers she had taken in.
While the brothers dreamed of an eternal life with Giselle, she dreamed of them living among other people. She wanted them to avoid the loneliness and isolation she had endured for so long.
From that moment, Giselle began preparing for their separation. She coordinated with the knights, who returned to the forest intending to take Hugo and Ian back to the empire. And from that moment, the brothers’ fixation on Giselle took root and began to grow.
Both Hugo and Ian knew that Giselle had planned to send them away for their sake. But knowing and accepting were entirely different matters.
Now, as Giselle bit her trembling lip, trying to hold back tears, she spoke in a broken voice.
“I… I didn’t want to leave you, either. But…”
“If Giselle had just told us that first, if we had talked openly about it, we would never have felt abandoned,” Ian said softly, his tone tinged with quiet reproach.
“…But if I had said it, you wouldn’t have been able to leave, even if you wanted to. You’d have stayed, feeling tied to me…” Giselle’s voice faltered.
Because you’re kindhearted.
Giselle believed in the innate goodness of the brothers. She had never doubted them, never questioned their intentions. In her eyes, anything wrong was entirely her own fault. She even believed that the brothers stayed by her side only to shield her shameful secrets.
It couldn’t be helped. To Giselle, who had longed to live among people, the brothers were like divine gifts. For the first time in her life, she experienced the sweetness of companionship, and the joy she felt with them was overwhelming.
That joy blinded her and clouded her judgment.
But her blind faith and unconditional love changed the brothers. The rage and hatred they had harbored toward the world melted away like snow, replaced with an all-consuming obsession with her.
Ian interlaced his fingers with hers, a gentle, airy smile on his face.
“What are you talking about, Giselle? Neither Hugo nor I ever had any intention of leaving you in the first place.”
“…”
“You can’t do anything without us, can you, Giselle?” Ian said gently, his gaze unwavering.
Giselle opened her mouth to refute him, but the sadness on Ian’s face made her stop. Instead, she bit back her words and nodded weakly.
“…Yes, you’re right.”
“So don’t worry about anything. We’ll never let you go.”
For a fleeting moment, Ian’s smile struck Giselle as unsettlingly unfamiliar. But that thought was soon drowned out as the heat she had fought to suppress surged back, spilling over in the form of a shameless moan from her lips.
“Hhngh!”
In unison, the brothers’ eyes glinted with predatory intensity.
Giselle, acting on instinct, raised her nails, ready to claw at her own trembling arms in an effort to contain herself. But Hugo was quicker, catching her wrist firmly in his grasp.
“No, Master.”
“S-stop… d-don’t touch me…” Giselle stammered, her voice wavering with desperation.
“Haven’t you been listening?” Hugo replied dryly, his other hand gripping her backside with practiced ease. “Ian said it, didn’t he? We’ll never leave you. And what that means…”
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