When the Villains Unite - Chapter 12: Master Part 3 (3) (M)

The brothers asked about the reason behind my startled scream, but they showed no intention of slowing their increasingly frenzied pace.

“Hnghh… Wh-what do I do… ahh! I-I made eye contact…!”

“With who?”

“Over there… o-outside… ngh!”

“Why are you making eye contact with some random guy while we’re buried inside you?”

Belhark glanced briefly in the direction I pointed and casually spoke.

“Some random man?”

I barely had time to react to the shocking phrasing before his annoyed tone took me aback, leaving me both astonished and indignant.

Did he really think I wanted to make eye contact with someone else?!

“Haa… ngh! That’s not… ahhh…”

“Here I am, working hard to please you, and you’re clenching around us because of another man? That’s disappointing.”

“Ahhh… no, it’s because I was nervous… haaang! Bel!”

“Focus on us, Rose.”

As I mumbled out my explanation through moans, Belhark grabbed my bouncing chest with his large hands.

How could I possibly focus more on the Orca brothers when every nerve in my body was already attuned to them?

To make matters worse, the heightened arousal from being taken by both of them at once amplified everything, making me feel sensations I’d never experienced before—even a strange, overwhelming pressure, as if I might lose control.

“Haaa… w-wait! Ngh… stop…!”

The sensation grew stronger with every thrust as they relentlessly pounded against my inner walls. At the same time, I felt my body tightening more and more around them, like I was on the verge of climax, while tears streamed uncontrollably down my face.

But this feeling was different from usual. It made me think I needed to stop this immediately.

However, with their eyes clouded over and their focus entirely on relentlessly driving into the deepest parts of my inner walls, there was no way they could hear my trembling, tearful pleas.

Even so, I desperately tried to get their attention, weakly patting Damian’s chest with my hand as I begged.

“Hngh… ngh, Damian… p-put me down… ahhh! S-something feels… weird…”

“Shh… it’s fine,” he murmured.

“Haa… I’m serious… nghhh…”

I pleaded desperately with them, fearing I might lose control at any moment, but they seemed to have no intention of letting me down. Instead, they intensified their thrusts, their hips moving with even more force.

The sound of skin slapping against skin echoed through the room, each impact making my body tremble uncontrollably. As the overwhelming sensations drained my strength, the two men held me even tighter to keep me steady.

Realizing they had no intention of listening to me, I half-gave up and clung to them, unable to do anything but let out breathy, tear-streaked moans.

“Haaah…! Ahh, Bel… Damian…! It’s too fast… ngh!”

At some point, their once-staggered movements became synchronized, their shafts driving into me with relentless speed and force, stimulating my inner walls mercilessly. In response, my body instinctively tightened even more around them.

Completely immersed in the overwhelming sensations, my vision flickered, and my body stiffened as if struck by lightning, trembling uncontrollably.

“…Ahhhng!”

When Belhark and Damian thrust deep into my inner walls at the same time, my back arched uncontrollably, and my body spasmed as clear, transparent liquid gushed from my entrance in a sudden burst.

Their swollen shafts pulsed violently before releasing thick, sticky white fluid deep inside me. Afterward, they carefully withdrew, leaving me to let out a soft, weak moan.

At last, the Orca brothers set me down on the floor. My strength nearly gave out, and I almost collapsed on the spot, but the two of them firmly held my arms, preventing me from falling.

I wanted nothing more than to escape that space as quickly as possible. The thought of having lost control like that—of what had happened during the act—filled me with an overwhelming sense of shame that threatened to consume me.

With my flushed face lowered, I tried to shake off their arms. But when Belhark gently grabbed my shoulder and locked eyes with me, a tear—one that had welled up from the overwhelming emotions during the climax—slipped down my cheek.

He wiped it away tenderly with his hand, his usual calm smile spreading across his face as he spoke softly.

“Rose, it’s okay. You did well.”

“…Ah…”

His gentle voice made me avert my gaze further, bowing my head even lower as I mumbled in a quiet voice. But it seemed Damian didn’t catch what I said, as he moved closer and asked again.

“Hm?”

“What do you mean it’s okay?! I told you! To let me! Down!! You idiots!”

“Ack! Sis, that hurts!”

“Of course it hurts, I hit you to make it hurt, not to make it feel good!”

The fact that my plan had been so easily derailed by them was already frustrating enough, but to have gone so far as to engage in such acts in an open-fronted indoor training arena—and to lose control of myself in such an embarrassing way in front of them—was utterly humiliating.

Though what had happened couldn’t exactly be called urine given how clear and transparent it was, it was still mortifying.

I abruptly lifted my head, throwing several punches at the two men standing before me, but even that didn’t fully ease my anger. Glaring at them furiously, I huffed and puffed, still simmering with rage.

As I turned to storm out of the room, the remnants of their essence that had filled me spilled out, dripping down between my legs.

“…Ugh…”

“What’s wrong, Rose? Are you hurt?”

“No, I’m annoyed. Annoyed to death. So come here and let me hit you more.”

I don’t know how many more times I punched them, but strangely, the more I hit them, the more my fists began to hurt.

Still, seeing them silently stand there, accepting my blows without complaint, made me feel a little less angry.

Even so, the lingering irritation was hard to shake. Taking several deep breaths, I grabbed Belhark’s arm and gave him a sharp look, silently commanding him to take me back to my room immediately.

Belhark, unusually cautious of my mood, hesitated for a moment before snapping his fingers, teleporting all of us into his room.

As soon as we arrived in Belhark’s room, I moved to search for the bathroom, but before I could leave, he stopped me and uttered a simple, curt word:

“Clean.”

In an instant, I felt all traces of the Orca brothers and my own fluids vanish from my body, leaving me entirely refreshed.

I should have felt relieved by the absence of the sticky sensations, but instead, I found myself growing even angrier for some inexplicable reason.

What was this anger really about…?

Then, as I reflected on the events of the previous night—their audacious behavior and the faint “Clean” I had heard after I passed out late at night—I realized it hadn’t been a dream. It had actually happened.

Something in my mind snapped at that realization.

“Sis, I’m heading out for inspection,” Damian said casually.

“Mm…”

“Don’t go anywhere and get some more rest.”

That’s right. Today was the day Damian was heading out for an inspection of the Empire’s borders, wasn’t it? Ugh, what was I thinking, doing that to him yesterday… or rather, wasn’t I the one who had something done to me?

Blinking sleepily, my gaze wandered to his golden hair shining in the sunlight. I absentmindedly raised a hand and stroked it a couple of times. In response, Damian leaned down and kissed my forehead, nose, and lips in sequence.

He gazed at me as I quietly accepted his kisses with my eyes closed, his expression betraying his reluctance to leave.

“Be safe, Damian.”

“Of course.”

Damian gave me a confident smile before kissing the back of my hand one last time. Then, as if trying to dispel his hesitation, he turned and left the room without looking back.

As I watched his retreating figure, I burrowed deeper into the thick blankets. A pang of guilt prickled deep within me.

I shouldn’t have hit him so much yesterday, especially knowing he was leaving today… Maybe I should have just talked it out instead.

I let my emotions get the better of me yesterday. Not just with Damian, but with Belhark too. And now that the crown prince’s inspection of the border had dragged Belhark into working overtime today, I couldn’t help but feel bad.

Noticing the empty side of the bed, I realized Belhark must have already left for the imperial palace while I was still asleep.