When the Villains Unite - Chapter 14. The Golden ○○ (3) (M)

“Oh no, does it hurt a lot?”

Snapping out of it, I immediately let go of the mock cock and anxiously looked him over, my face etched with worry.

But instead of showing any signs of pain, Belhark gazed at me with hazy, unfocused eyes, his expression unusually dazed. I didn’t know when his demeanor had shifted, but the softened look on his face was surprisingly comforting.

Testing the waters, I hesitantly reached out and ran my hand gently over his chest.

In response, Belhark lowered his hand and grasped the mock cock that had been left unattended inside me.

Finally, the thought of this unbearable thirst being quenched made me want to cheer out loud.

“Haaah…!”

He wrapped one arm tightly around me, pulling me close, and thrust the mock cock deep inside before pulling it out completely. This time, however, he didn’t play games. Without pause, he maintained a fast rhythm, repeatedly driving it in and out.

Despite the relentless pace, his movements were precise, as if he instinctively knew exactly where I felt it most. The sharp, targeted stimulation made my vision flicker rapidly.

“Hngh… ah, haaah… O-brother, it feels so good… haaahng…!”

What had been an unsatisfying buildup moments ago now turned into an overwhelming surge of pleasure. My toes curled, tingling with sensation, and my body tensed up, stiffening like a wooden plank under the intensity.

With trembling hands, I reached out to grip the arm that was firmly supporting me, clinging to it like a lifeline as I arched my body backward.

The sight of the mock cock, slick with my arousal, plunging in and out of my exposed entrance at a rapid pace under his veiny, strong hand was deeply lewd.

“Bel.”

“Hngh… w-what… haaah…!”

“Call me Bel.”

His sudden request left no room for me to ponder its meaning.

Tears streaming down my face, I squeezed my eyes shut and trembled uncontrollably in his arms, unfiltered moans spilling from my lips. Overwhelmed by the intense arousal that brought me to the brink of climax, I complied with his demand and murmured his name.

“Haaah… Bel, Bel… ngh… I-I can’t… ahh…!”

“…”

“I-I’m gonna… I’m gonna… haaahng!”

His hand moved even faster, and the moans spilling from my lips began to falter and lose rhythm. Then, when he pressed deeply into a certain spot, my hips trembled violently, jerking upward as a powerful sensation overwhelmed me.

Sensing my state, he wrapped his arms around my trembling body, holding me securely as he began to move the mock cock slowly, letting me ride out the lingering waves of pleasure. The gradual movement sent another shiver through me, causing my body to jolt.

But there was no time for me to rest. Belhark hadn’t climaxed even once yet, and the heavy, undeniable presence pressing against my backside made my anticipation for more intense pleasure grow even stronger.

“Nngh…!”

Suddenly, he pulled out the mock cock and hastily removed his pants and briefs in one motion. The moment his dark, crimson shaft sprang free, it stood proudly, showcasing its impressive size.

Was it just my imagination, or did it look larger than usual? The sight of its swollen tip, already glistening with precum, made me instinctively swallow.

Belhark turned me around and lifted me effortlessly, settling me down onto his sturdy thighs.

Now straddling him, I instinctively shifted my hips, positioning his length with my hand and slowly guiding it into my entrance.

“Haaahng, ngh…!”

As his hot, veiny shaft filled me, replacing the cold, mechanical motion of the mock cock, my walls trembled as if they were melting from the heat. The sensation made me shudder uncontrollably, but that wasn’t the end of it.

I suddenly felt his fingers probing a different entrance from behind, causing an involuntary, breathy moan to escape my lips. Although we had explored that place a few times before, the unfamiliar, aching tightness was something I still couldn’t get used to.

“Hngh… not there, brother. Take it out… please, ngh.”

“You called me something else just now.”

“Hnngh…! W-wait, wait… why are you… haaah!”

He slowly stretched the opening with his fingers before guiding the mock cock inside. Once both my entrances were completely filled, Belhark began to move his hips at a steady pace.

The mock cock, vibrating faintly while remaining still, pressed firmly against my walls from behind.

However, its size increased the pressure, intensifying the friction as Belhark’s shaft moved in and out of me. The heightened sensation brought waves of even greater arousal.

It felt as though both Damian and Belhark were thrusting into me at the same time, an unrelenting and overwhelming sensation that repeated again and again.

“Haaah… ngh… Bel…”

Even as my body trembled on top of him, Belhark kept his eyes locked with mine, licking away the tears streaming down my face. His thrusts, sharp and relentless, were anything but gentle, yet his large hand softly brushed my disheveled hair away from my face.

Before his hand could leave, I caught it in mine, pressing it against my cheek.

He seemed to have taken a liking to the affectionate nickname I had used before, as though he wanted to keep hearing it from me.

Though calling him by such an intimate name felt a little embarrassing, it also felt liberating—like we had finally broken free of the formal dynamic that had kept us slightly misaligned. It felt as if our relationship had shifted from that of an older brother and younger sister to that of true lovers.

“Haaah… Bel, Bel… right there… ngh…!”

“Hmm…”

“Y-yes, it feels so good… ahh…!”

My arousal-soaked entrance, slick and swollen, made wet, squelching sounds as it rubbed against his bare skin. Despite the friction leaving my thighs red and stinging, neither Belhark nor I could bring ourselves to stop this animalistic act.

Our bodies, now fully acquainted with forbidden pleasures, moved instinctively. My legs spread wide, welcoming the foreign, rigid pillar that relentlessly thrust into me. Inside, his fully engorged member pounded like an overworked engine on the verge of overheating.

Picking up speed, Belhark suddenly shifted positions, laying me down on the bed beneath him.

“Haaahng! It’s so deep… ngh, Bel… haaah…!”

“Haaah… Rose…”

He lifted both my legs and rested them on his shoulders, raising my hips off the bed. Belhark, losing all restraint, drove into me with rough, deep thrusts, reaching all the way inside. Desperately clinging to him, I cried out his name in a voice thick with need.

Meanwhile, the mock cock behind me, vibrating intensely as if to demand attention, caused my muscles to clench involuntarily. The added pressure sent waves of overwhelming pleasure coursing through my body, so intense that I feared I might lose my mind.

“Bel… haaah… Bel, I… I love you…”

If I didn’t completely surrender myself to him now—if I failed to match his pace even slightly—I felt as though something inside me might break irreparably. With that overwhelming sensation, I could do nothing but meet Belhark’s gaze head-on, stifled moans escaping from my lips.

Unintentionally, I reached up and brushed his sweat-soaked bangs aside as I whispered words of love. It wasn’t planned, but in this moment, I couldn’t think of anything else to say.

Hearing my confession, Belhark furrowed his brows, his eyes glazed with desire. Instead of responding with words, he answered by increasing the speed and intensity of his thrusts.

My vision flickered rapidly as waves of pleasure overtook me, signaling that the peak wasn’t far off.

My inner walls tightened, squeezing both Belhark’s shaft and the wildly vibrating mock cock behind me. Sensing his climax approaching, Belhark quickened his already relentless pace, thrusting even harder.

At this point, I could no longer move my hips in response to him; all I could do was lie there and take the overwhelming sensations he delivered.

“Haaahng… hnnngh… I-I’m at my… limit… ngh, Bel… haaah!”

“Haaah… just a little more…”

“Nngh…! No, I can’t… it feels… so strange… ahhh…!”

With uncontrollable moans spilling from my lips, Belhark pounded into me relentlessly, his thrusts forcing my hips to jerk upward. My entire body trembled as if wracked by spasms, unable to stop shaking.

I couldn’t even think about reaching out to hold him, my vision obscured by my raised legs. Instead, I clung desperately to the sheets, gasping for air.

Even though I had already reached my climax, it wasn’t enough for Belhark. He continued to thrust into me rapidly and deeply, as if chasing his own release.

“Haaahng…!”

How long had it gone on? As my tense walls pulsed from the aftermath of the climax, Belhark twitched deeply inside me, releasing a warm flood of white liquid. Finally, he loosened his grip on my legs and gently lowered them.

As Belhark withdrew, the mock cock was also removed from me by his hand. The sensation of my inner walls being stretched and then left empty was dizzying, followed by his lingering essence spilling out in warm, sticky streams that trickled down my thighs. The sheer amount made me shudder.

“Haaah…”

Completely spent, I collapsed onto the bed, my breath coming in short, ragged gasps. Belhark, gazing down at my flushed face still red from our heated session, finally let his body relax as he lowered himself onto the bed beside me.

Even amidst my hazy mind, I found myself brushing away the sweat-soaked bangs from Belhark’s face as he drew close. His eyes, like the night sky, stared quietly into mine, and I felt as if I might be swallowed up by their depth.

Watching me with a tender expression, Belhark leaned in and showered my face with affectionate kisses. I closed my eyes and accepted his lips in silence.

Unable to suppress the ticklish sensation from his lips brushing my nose, I buried my face against his chest. Above me, his voice resounded softly.
“I love you, Rose.”

Was this his reply to the words I’d uttered earlier during our time together? Suddenly, Belhark pulled me away from his embrace to meet my eyes again, and without warning, he confessed his feelings. The abruptness of it made my gaze flit nervously, but soon, a faint smile crept onto my lips.
“Pfft… Isn’t your answer a little late?”

“I couldn’t find the right words,” he replied. “I feel so pathetic for not expressing it sooner—so much so that it’s driving me mad. I love you, Rose. I love you.”

I never knew such words could feel this unbearably sweet. Embarrassed, I fiddled with my hair, suddenly unable to believe how boldly I’d confessed my love to him just moments ago.

But Belhark seemed to find even this side of me endearing. Tilting my chin up gently, he cupped my face in his hands and brought his lips to mine once more.
“I love you too, brother.”

His every action, as if trying to imprint himself wholly onto me, made me chuckle all over again.

How much time passed after that overwhelming exchange of affection, I couldn’t tell. As my eyes began to flutter shut, Belhark cast a cleansing spell over me, carefully laid me down, and tucked the blanket around me snugly.

“…Brother, come in too…” I murmured sleepily.

“Yeah, I will once you’re asleep. Rest now—you must be tired.”

“Mm…”

Sitting by the edge of the bed, he patted the blanket gently over me. Even though he said he’d join me, I knew he’d likely stay up cleaning before coming to bed. He wasn’t the best at lying, after all.

With blurry vision, I cast a glance at him before letting the sound of his breathing lull me into sleep.

The next morning, I woke earlier than usual. Stretching out with a long yawn, I noticed Belhark groggily urging me to sleep a little more in his drowsy voice. But for some reason, my body felt heavy, like I needed to move.

Was it spring already?

The warming air brought the sun out earlier than before. As I looked down, I realized I was wearing a chiffon nightgown that reached just below my knees—clearly, something Belhark had fetched and dressed me in from the closet the night before.

Come to think of it, I vaguely remembered him promising me something last night.
“Didn’t you say you’d give me a reward yesterday?”

“Hmm… Do you think you deserve one?” he replied, propping his chin on his hand as he lay there, gazing at me intently. A sly smile tugged at his lips, and the sunlight streaming through the window cast a seductive glow over his well-built figure, half-covered by the blanket.

How could someone who stays indoors have such a perfect body? Was he sneaking in workouts?

Pushing my curiosity aside, I feigned nonchalance and answered his teasing question.
“Of course, I do. It would’ve been perfect if no one had interfered.”

He looked at me incredulously but didn’t argue—probably because my words weren’t entirely untrue.

If I hadn’t tempted him at the time, things might have played out quite differently. I had a feeling that if I hadn’t succeeded under his watchful eye, he might’ve been even more frustrated.

As his gaze lingered on me, I reached out and brushed the vivid red mark on his neck, tracing it with my fingers. With a coy smile, I met his eyes, knowing full well what that mark represented.

“So, are you really not going to give it to me?”

“……”

“Are you serious, Bel?”

“…I can’t win against you. Come here, I’ll give it to you.”

Huh? What kind of reward is this?

I glanced at Belhark skeptically as he spread his arms wide, beckoning me closer. Then, pretending not to notice his intentions, I stepped into his embrace.

The moment I did, his scent enveloped me, and his lips began pressing softly against different parts of my face. Disappointed, I frowned and said, “You’re not telling me this is the reward, are you?”

“You mentioned wanting to visit the Vidoss estate, didn’t you? Let’s go next week.”

What? The Vidoss estate?

I had been pestering the Orca brothers about visiting Vidoss in the southern region ever since the New Year’s party, but I never expected it to happen this quickly.

How long has he been planning this?

Excited by the sudden talk of a trip, I couldn’t help grinning as I began to happily ponder what to pack for the journey.
“Wait, really?! Then I’m going to start packing right now!”

“Just so you know,” Belhark began warily, “if you’re planning to pack like you did for the annex that time, then don’t even—”

“Ugh, I won’t! I won’t!”

Why was he bringing that up again? That was more than ten years ago!

Annoyed by his genuine concern, I pulled away from his embrace with a huff. Just then, the door suddenly burst open with a loud bang. The unexpected noise made me flinch.

There was only one person in this house who would barge into my room like that without hesitation: the youngest member of our family.

No servant in the Orca Duke’s household would dare act without the master’s permission.

Belhark instantly stood, positioning himself protectively between me and the unexpected intruder.

“Sis…”

Along with the sound of the door slamming open, a head of flowing golden hair appeared in the doorway. Sure enough, it was Damian.

Without hesitation, he crossed the room and threw his arms around me. Caught off guard, I found my face buried in his firm shoulder.

Why is he here already? Damian wasn’t supposed to arrive for another three days.

“Why are you here so early?”

“Does it matter? Your precious little brother finally made it home after all his struggles. Isn’t that right, sis?”

At Belhark’s sharp question, Damian replied with a cheeky grin and then turned to me with a bright smile.

“Uh… well, I guess so…?” I stammered, unsure how to respond.

“What’s with that reaction? Now I’m really hurt… seriously…”

Damian pulled me out of his embrace and pouted dramatically. No matter how many times I looked at him, I never tired of that ridiculously handsome face.

Did I save a nation in my past life or something?

To think that these gorgeous men were “mine” in one way or another—it felt as if I’d used up all the luck I was allotted for this lifetime.

Noticing how I was completely mesmerized by his face after seeing him again after so long, Damian began flashing me an array of dazzling expressions, as if putting on a show.

But amidst all this, I noticed something on his face that wasn’t there before. My smile faded, and I instinctively pushed him away to examine him more closely.

There, along his jawline, was a long scar that hadn’t been there before.

“What’s this? Were you hurt?” I asked, my voice filled with concern.

“I was ambushed on my way here in a rush yesterday… It’s fine, it doesn’t even hurt that much,” Damian said casually, brushing a hand over the scar as if it were nothing.

Who dared mar that national-treasure-level face?

Even if it was an ambush, Damian wasn’t the type to simply let himself get injured. There was no way an ordinary assassin could have even laid a finger on him—he was a Swordmaster, after all. If he was hurt, it must have been the work of highly trained professionals.

Could they have been targeting the Crown Prince? No… there hadn’t been any signs of rebellion or unrest so far.

Seeing the faint traces of blood still clinging to the wound, I felt anger bubbling up inside me. Damian wasn’t someone who got injured easily. Whether during his formal knight training or his first subjugation expedition, he had always come back unscathed.

“Who did this to you? Who hurt you so badly?” I demanded, my voice tinged with frustration.

“It wasn’t a person—it was a low-tier beast, a Behemoth. It sent a branch flying, and I didn’t notice,” he explained.

What? A low-tier beast?

How fast had he been riding to not even notice a low-tier beast in his surroundings?

Belhark, apparently sharing my disbelief, frowned and questioned Damian further.

“Why didn’t you pay more attention to your surroundings? Why were you in such a rush? That’s not like you.”

“Last night, my aura suddenly reacted, so I had no choice but to come. That’s the only place where I left my aura, after all.”

“…What?”

“I couldn’t just sit still knowing you were secretly using it without me. But don’t worry—I finished everything and came back.”

Damian puffed out his chest proudly, his expression clearly saying, ‘Didn’t I do a good job?’ I stared at him blankly, my earlier anger melting away like snow in the sun. Then my mind went completely blank.

The important part wasn’t that he finished his tasks and returned. No, the real issue was what he just said. If I understood correctly, all those suspicious reactions from the replica artifact last night…

Then… when I opened the drawer and the replica artifact suddenly twitched… and when it vibrated the moment my hand touched it…

“…….”

“Was it okay? I tried hard to control it…” Damian said casually.

“What the hell… are you crazy…?”

“That’s strange. It shouldn’t have been unpleasant. Maybe I should’ve added more functions. Next time, I’ll—”

“NO! Don’t even think about making another one! I’ll throw them all out if you do!”

So, to summarize: While Belhark and I were… um, tangled up with that toy, Damian’s aura sensed it, prompting him to ride all night like a madman, completely ignoring his surroundings, and arrive home injured.

I didn’t even want to imagine what thoughts must have been racing through his mind as he returned. I didn’t need to ask—I could already guess.

As the full weight of this realization hit me, an overwhelming mix of rage and humiliation surged through me, leaving my entire face burning. If only there were a hole I could crawl into. Unfortunately, no such mercy existed here.

“Get out. Both of you. I want to be alone.”

There was no other option. I had to kick them out.

I’d need some time—an indefinite amount of time—to sort through this overwhelming embarrassment. Ugh…