My boyfriend came from a strict family and had been celibate his entire life. Kissing and hugging were fine, but anything further was off-limits. Even when his eyes burned with desire and his Adam's apple bobbed uncontrollably. I couldn't resist the temptation of his pure allure, so I forced myself on him. That day, my boyfriend's twin brother pounded on the bedroom door, shouting hoarsely for me to stop. Even the most feudal patriarch shouldn't be this controlling, right?! The more he forbade it, the more reckless I became, ignoring everything to thoroughly show my boyfriend some "love." When I opened the door, my brother-in-law was slumped on the floor, his pants wet, looking at me with a very strange expression. Why did he look like he was the one who had been thoroughly... loved? 1 My boyfriend, Lucas, was incredibly hot. His face was enough to make me swoon, and his body was even better. Nearly 6'3", broad shoulders, narrow waist, long legs. His pecs were firm enough to suffocate me in the best way possible. Even better, he was emotionally stable, tolerant, patient, and did all the housework. Landing a boyfriend like this, I must have saved the galaxy in my past life. There was only one downside: no sex. With looks like his, not letting me get ideas was just torture, wasn't it? Kissing and hugging were allowed. I could suck on his pecs all I wanted. But the belt? Off-limits. even when he was fully erect, he still insisted he couldn't. He couldn't? With that hardness and size, he couldn't? Then no man in the world could. Every time, he'd go take a cold shower to calm down. Would doing this constantly really have no side effects? "Lucas~" I rolled around on the bed. "You can't treat me like this! How can you be indifferent to a beauty like me right in front of you!" "Stop teasing!" He sighed and hugged me. "Nina, we can't." I buried my face in his chest, nuzzling while complaining, "Why not? Why, why..." Another sexless night. Early the next morning, he hugged me tightly, rubbing against me in his sleep, making my butt uncomfortable. "Lucas..." He jolted awake, erect, and rushed to the bathroom to calm down. ... With that kind of willpower, he'd succeed at anything. In just one morning, I made countless attempts and failed countless times. His belt was truly secure. I gritted my teeth in speechless frustration. "You promised me, we'd wait until after marriage." Yes, back then I thought girls should be reserved, and dating could end in a breakup anyway, so it didn't matter. But after two years, I was completely in love with him. Not long ago, my landlord kicked me out, and he let me move in with him. He had at least five properties under his name. My boyfriend was generous, so I moved in happily. Later, when I tried to pay rent at market value, he cared for my self-esteem and accepted it, but then bought me gifts left and right. Furniture, rugs, couple pajamas—anything he thought was cute, he bought to decorate our little nest. The fridge was always stuffed full; he loved cooking for me personally. He was too good. A perfect boyfriend, considerate in every way, providing full emotional and financial value. Not to mention that body. The first time I saw him shirtless, I was stunned. Broad shoulders, narrow waist, impactful pecs... and they were pink. Who could resist? Shirtless with a pink apron, he often staged a temptation scene in the kitchen. His pecs looked heavy; it wasn't too much for me to help hold them up, right? I'd rub against his back, burying my face in his spine, reaching into the apron to touch him. He endured, only his breathing quickening. Soon, he'd turn around, press me against the counter, and kiss me deeply. My hands roamed his abdomen. On his well-defined abs, veins bulged, all converging towards his lower body. I'm a healthy woman with normal hormones. It's normal to have needs facing him. But who would have thought his belt was tied so tight? Sensing my movements, he sobered up instantly. No meant no. Even edging wasn't allowed. Damn, he was like a male lead in a clean romance novel, guarding his chastity line with his life. He forcibly carried me to the sofa, then retreated two meters away, panting to calm down. If not for the bulge that wouldn't go down, I'd have thought he felt nothing. I was out of ideas, wailing on the sofa: "Pity me, a young widow in a living marriage. Look but don't touch..." He came over to coax me, but maintained a stance ready to flee at any moment. ... Too insulting! The doorbell rang suddenly. I lay on the back of the sofa, watching him go open the door. Outside stood a mirror image of Lucas—his twin brother, Ethan. Ethan and Lucas were identical in height and appearance, but I never confused them. The key was their temperament, which was worlds apart. Ethan only wore tailored suits, the crisp fabric glowing with a cold navy hue in the morning light. His demeanor was cold and arrogant, his gaze always critical when looking at me. Their parents died in a plane crash, leaving the huge family business to the two of them. As the older brother, Ethan bore more responsibility, so he was more efficient, demanding, and... Screw him, he just didn't like me. Ethan's gaze went past Lucas to me, assessing me like a flawed item at an auction. Scanning from my messy hair to my bare feet, finally settling on the faint red marks on my collarbone. I tried to pull up my robe collar, the fabric rubbing against the bite mark, causing me to hiss softly. "Seems I interrupted your... morning exercise." Ethan's voice was an octave lower than Lucas's, dripping with malicious sarcasm like an evil mother-in-law. Lucas stepped sideways, completely blocking me. "Bro, what's up?" "...Stayed over again last night?" Lucas lowered his head guiltily, letting Ethan condemn him with his eyes. "Must be home by 8 PM tonight." I heard it and ground my teeth secretly. Always like this. His brother always acted like a patriarch. Lucas was 25, yet he still had a curfew! With a brother-in-law like this, I'd never reach home base. I hate him! Ethan said only two sentences, swept a glance at me, and left. Lucas looked apologetic. Just as he wanted to walk over, I pointed at him and scolded: "Bro-con!" Then pointed at the door: "Feudal patriarch!" He held my hand, kissing it: "I have my reasons." I don't care about his reasons. This is too oppressive. No in-laws, but a brother-in-law watching your every move. Thinking about marrying into his family later, with that stone-faced man scolding me twice a day, I got angry. "I won't live in the ancestral home after marriage." He agreed readily: "Okay. Whichever house you like, we'll live there." I looked at him suspiciously: "Will he let us be free?" He sighed: "He's not controlling, he's..." Again with this. shutting up at the key point. I pounced on him angrily to bite him. Useless tongue, I'll bite it off! He caught me, letting me plunder. Our bodies were incredibly familiar with each other. Soon, a large bulge appeared in his pants. He held back, about to go take a cold shower again. I clung to him like an octopus, refusing to let go. I ground my hips gently twice. He gasped, his large hands supporting me steadily. "Nina, be good." 2 Watching him rush into the bathroom, I hugged my knees in frustration. Damn it. I must test his endurance before marriage. What if I find a "one-minute man"? What about my future happiness?! I secretly put sleeping powder in his favorite tea. After his shower, he drank several gulps. Soon he complained of sleepiness, yawning and lying down in the guest bedroom. Hehe, fell into my hands now. I took out the handcuffs I bought long ago and cuffed his wrists securely to the headboard. Doing this kind of thing... it was my first time too. And in broad daylight... quite shy... Lucas slept peacefully. His bangs fell across his brow. His features relaxed, nose high, lips still showing marks from my bites. Looking down... broad shoulders, narrow waist, great body. His cool white skin was even more moving under the light. And down there... still pink. Symmetrical muscles covered his 6'3" frame, lines smooth and enticing. My gaze slid down bit by bit. I knew... the explosive power of his abs when exerted. I've really craved him for a long time. Looks, personality, family background—all great. Just need to confirm one more thing... and he's the perfect husband candidate. I poked his pecs tentatively. Soft... Seems he's really unconscious. Before when I touched him, he was hard as a rock. Only now can I touch soft pecs~ I kneaded them with my claws, sucked excitedly several times, and rubbed my face against them. Sleeping Lucas is so cute, I like him so much. Smells so good after a shower. Smooch smooch smooch~ I lay on top of him, rubbing all over. Wanton snuggles are so comfortable. Soon, little Lucas raised its head, hard against my lower abdomen. I observed his expression carefully. He frowned but showed no signs of waking. I'm touching it... Fingertips slid down the line of his abs, slowly crossing the boundary... I was blushing with shame but dutifully performed the hand job. The plan begins~ But soon, Lucas's phone rang. Caller... Ethan! I freed a hand to answer: "Bro, what's up? Lucas is asleep." Don't know why, but Ethan was breathing heavily on the other end. Working out? "I'm in a meeting here, you guys don't..." I got nervous and squeezed hard. A gasp came from the phone that couldn't be hidden. ...Damn, what's he doing? "Stop..." I hung up quickly, ears burning. Is he crazy? Panting while talking to me. Seeing Lucas neglected and pitiful. I leaned over to kiss him. Just got the rhythm, the phone kept ringing. Annoyed, I turned it off directly. Finally can ravage... no, love little Lucas properly. He wasn't very well-behaved in his sleep, panting non-stop, hands moving around, handcuffs clicking. Body twisting occasionally, as if trying to escape. I refused to let go. It's been over ten minutes. Go Lucas! His eyelids fluttered. Probably too stimulated, he actually woke up: "Nina... you..." His voice was hoarse beyond recognition. Clearly swept by lust, yet still asking me to let go. Just helping him out, what's wrong? Don't ask for what you can't get. Angry, I bit him all over, slowly licking his chest. He liked this the most. Tongue tip teasing repeatedly, sucking occasionally. His eyes blurred, long legs tensed, kicking the sheets into a mess. "Nina... no..." His calls aroused my beastly nature. My hands lost measure. His body tensed straight as if reaching a limit. I checked the time. Twenty-five minutes. Suddenly a knock on the door: "Lucas, open up!" Damn! Why is Ethan here?! I looked at him. Lucas held it back forcefully, tears in the corners of his eyes, looking fragile and pitiful. My little darling... whatever. Ethan doesn't have a key anyway. I started moving again: "Doing it with your brother right outside, exciting?" Lucas bit his lip not to make a sound, but a tear rolled down his cheek. He's really so cute. Want to ruin him fiercely. Under the giant noise, I used every trick. Time approached 40 minutes. He stopped saying no, cooperating instead. Eyes full of lust, no clarity left. Occasionally I wanted to tease him, stopped for a bit. His voice carried a sob: "Good Nina, please..." "Please help me..." Finally, he let out a whimper. Jaw raised, neck tendons taut, chest flushed red. Simply lethally erotic. Checked the time. 62 minutes. Kissed him twice as a reward, then ran to open the door. Outside was brightly lit. Ethan was slumped against the wall, as if drained of strength. Panting heavily, sweat on his temples. Strangely, his pants were wet between the legs. He didn't even have the strength to hide it, staring at me blankly. "Bro?" I went to support him. What happened to him? His hand suddenly tightened. Before I could react, he yanked me down. Weightlessness hit. Next second, I fell into a blazing embrace. Surrounding my nose was that scent of debauchery. "You..." Unfinished words were blocked by a sudden kiss. His arm imprisoned me firmly, the other hand holding the back of my neck, so strong escape was impossible. This kiss carried punishment. Even the taste of blood filled our mouths. I widened my eyes. The face close at hand was 90% like Lucas, but the emotions surging in those eyes were completely different. Naked possessiveness and long-suppressed madness. In the shadow of his eyelashes hid deep aggression. "Mmph... let go!" In a gap for breath, I pushed him away with all my might. The crisp slap echoed harshly in the corridor. His face was knocked to the side. Bangs fell, covering his eyes. "Are you crazy?!" I wiped my swollen lips, retreating, heart pounding violently. He looked up slowly. A clear palm print emerged on his reddened left cheek. I used full force. But I clearly saw the corner of his mouth lifting. "I'm crazy?" He advanced, a shadow rising under his suit pants again: "When you touched here, I told you to stop, why didn't you?" What is he talking about? When did I touch him? "Nina, what happened?" Lucas's voice came from the room. I gritted my teeth, glared at Ethan fiercely, warning him not to say anything. Then went back to the room to uncuff Lucas. 3 While Lucas dressed, Ethan used the bathroom to tidy up. Soon, he came out looking human again, restoring his decent detachment. The two met in the entryway. The air stagnated for a moment. The twins confronted each other like looking in a mirror. Lucas in casual wear, Ethan in a crisp suit. One with warning in his eyes, one frosty faced. Clearly sharing the same face, yet like two extremes at this moment. I looked at this one, then that one, silently curling my toes. I felt awkward inside. Clearly I wasn't the one who lost out, but couldn't help feeling guilty. What is this... brain a mess, sorting it out again. I did sexy stuff to my boyfriend. My brother-in-law actually knew we were doing it. I loved my boyfriend thoroughly. My brother-in-law looked thoroughly loved. ...Something was on the tip of my tongue, but I couldn't figure it out for the life of me. "Nina." Hm? "Hungry?" I looked at the clock. Realized belatedly I was hungry. Did manual labor today, need to replenish. Chopping sounds came from the kitchen. Lucas put on an apron, skillfully processing ingredients. Didn't take off his shirt showily this time. Just a black tight tank top, highlighting his chest, waist, and broad shoulders. The open kitchen gave me a full view. I was admiring immersively when Ethan walked closer. Gaze sweeping back and forth between me and Lucas, he slowly unbuttoned his suit jacket. Pecs almost popped out... He folded his shirt cuffs a few times, loosened his tie, and went to cook too. Suit pants wrapped long straight legs, belt tight, outlining a very slim waist. A body no less impressive than Lucas's. "I can handle it..." Lucas's protest was useless. Ethan took the knife. "So slow cutting a vegetable." Ethan's voice was still cold, but movements unexpectedly skillful. Two brothers shouldering each other, competing secretly. But seeing my suspicious gaze, they harmonized again. ...Don't say, two people with identical looks but different temperaments, standing side by side with broad shoulders and narrow waists... I suddenly understood what "double the male beauty" means... Within half an hour, four dishes and a soup were on the table. Braised ribs glowing enticingly, stir-fried greens fresh and tender, mushroom chicken soup fragrant, and a plate of my favorite braised prawns. I was starving, couldn't wait to start eating. Lucas sat next to me, carefully serving me soup. "Eat slowly, no one's fighting you for it." Just then, a perfectly peeled prawn was placed in my bowl. Without looking up, I smiled sweetly reflexively: "Thanks hubby~" The air suddenly went quiet for a second. I looked up, meeting Ethan's meaningful gaze. He slowly put down the shrimp shell, hooked his lips, and picked up another shrimp to peel. Slender fingers holding chopsticks, nimbly removing the shell, dipping in sauce. When the second prawn was placed in my bowl, I was so embarrassed my toes curled: "Thanks... Bro." Lucas suddenly coughed lightly, turned my face, wiped the sauce from the corner of my mouth, and naturally put it in his mouth. Ah... he was never this intimate in front of people before. Ethan continued peeling shrimp expressionlessly, only with noticeably more force than before. Undercurrents surged at the table. I lowered my head eating, pretending not to notice the silent contest between the brothers. Until a mountain of prawns piled up in my bowl... Even delicious food has limits. I smiled bitterly, trying to transfer shrimp to Lucas's bowl. Suddenly heard a teacup set down. It was Ethan. Wasn't he most particular about etiquette? "Nina has a small appetite, can't handle so many shrimp." "I think she can handle it fine. Try harder, can eat them all." Then two gazes fixed on me tightly. Do I eat or not? 4 With Ethan watching, 8 PM arrived. Lucas left reluctantly. After that, as if watching us closely, Lucas ran here after work, and Ethan followed like a haunting spirit. He was really afraid we'd cross the line. But watching him openly occupy my study made me uncomfortable. I paid the rent for this place, right? How can he enter and leave freely without the owner's permission! Ethan tapped the desk, pressed the chair back, frowned and tsked. Then made calls non-stop, asking his assistant to send things. Soon my shabby study was transformed into expensive luxury. ...Fine, come as much as you want. Very welcome. Although guarded strictly by brother-in-law, his energy is limited, especially working overtime in the study after work. Lucas and I sneaked to the balcony, using the hard-won alone time to kiss wantonly. An illusion of having an affair. Lucas... hmm... very different. Usually restrained, but these few times wished he could swallow me. Wouldn't even let me breathe, hugging my waist tightly, not letting me retreat half an inch. Men... different once they get a taste. Tongue tip teasing non-stop in my mouth, sensitive palate grazed... I gripped his shoulders harder and harder. Mmph... fireworks exploding in brain... "Knock knock." Ethan knocked on the balcony door, staring at me dead on. My legs were still soft, leaning on Lucas for support: "Can't be... not even allowing a kiss?" Brain still fuzzy, rubbing randomly on his chest. "You're quite generous." Hearing this, Lucas got angry for some reason, muscles tensing. I still didn't get the situation. Why are these brothers always tit-for-tat recently? Luckily Ethan took a step back: "I have a video conference. You guys quiet down." After he left, Lucas finally relaxed. "Nina..." He hugged me tightly, gaze struggling with hesitation: "Do you love me?" "Of course." "Only love me." What silly talk. I kissed his chin: "Who else besides you?" He inhaled deeply at my neck, finally settling down. "No matter what, don't leave me, okay?" I stroked his hair: "As long as you don't change, I absolutely won't leave." I coaxed him until he was sleepy, struggling to walk back to the living room, collapsing on the sofa with me. Men... sleep in a second... Hugging made me sweat. Couldn't help wiggling out. "So hot..." Opened the fridge to drink some juice. Closing the fridge, I saw in the reflection, Ethan standing behind me unknowingly. Given past events, I was alert: "What do you want?" His tone was cold: "Talk. Lucas kept some things from you. I think... better said sooner." Damn, he really knows how to manipulate. The bait he threw was exactly what I wanted to know. Study door ajar. I stood by the door ready to run. Since that kiss, uncomfortable all over being in the same room with him. "Speak quickly." He seemed to remember his transgression too. Eyelashes lowered, then raised to look straight at me: "How much do you know about twins?" "Twins sometimes have telepathy. Usually happens when young." "But he and I... always have synesthesia." Synesthesia? What does that mean? "Meaning..." He picked up a pen, stabbed the back of his hand. On the sofa, Lucas's hand contracted sharply. "We share all sensations. Including... pleasure." "So he never went all the way. He didn't want me to taste you." My brain was slow, but felt this made everything clear. No wonder Lucas guarded the line. No wonder Ethan collapsed outside the door that day... Wait... so, I played with two at once?! Damn, how can such absurd things exist? Knew fate's gifts were priced in secret long ago. "So... leave him. I'll arrange an exhibition for you. Aren't you good at painting? Traveling will give you more inspiration." "I'll give you fifty million. Stay away from him." I looked at him like looking at an evil mother-in-law breaking up lovers: "Are you sick? Even if being with him affects you, platonic is fine." His gaze carried mockery: "Your ID is 'Never Forget Original Intention' right? These are your drawings." I looked at the large-scale NSFW drawings on his phone screen, blushing silently. All drawn based on Lucas. Imagined looks, in various scenes, even the ancestral home... But isn't drawing this stuff the original intention of an artist... "Someone like you, talking about platonic? Even if you marry him, you'll cheat." I slapped him subconsciously. He tilted his head and sneered: "This is the second time." Saying that, approached suddenly with menace. I wanted to scold but was covered by his hand: "There's another plan. You can be together, do whatever you want. Only... let me join." What dirty stuff is he saying?! "I wanted to let you go..." He said, lowering his head to kiss me. His strength was too great. Struggling was useless. I cursed constantly but only made nasal sounds. Tongue hotter and hotter. He forced my legs open, squeezing his body in. Through layers of fabric, still could feel the abnormality. "Your first kiss was May 10th, '23. First time touching here was August 2nd. Right?" I didn't even remember clearly. He... "I know everything about you." Sticky kisses moved to the side of my neck. He dared to leave marks... "Let go..." I was really scared to tears, begging for mercy. But he became greedier. Those eyes identical to Lucas's now surged only with covetousness. "Please..." I choked with sobs: "Don't..." Ethan chuckled low, whispering in my ear: "Doesn't matter. I'm no different from him. You can treat me as him." His tongue licked my earlobe: "I share the same genes, same senses... even, same desire." I felt the noise was loud. Outside, Lucas still slept groggily. In his dream... pants tented high. Damn! Can't be a sleeping husband! I struggled hard. Toe finally reached the door, kicked hard. Door hit the wall heavily, but made no sound. Forgot... Lucas installed hydraulic door stops. Silent and buffered... Probably my expression was too silly. Ethan couldn't help laughing muffledly: "I drugged him. Will sleep for two hours. He won't disturb us." Two hours... When he looked up wiping the corner of his mouth, my body still trembled slightly. "Hasn't he helped you like this?" Lying on the desk, I shook my head in a trance. "Heh, he's really afraid I'd get a tiny bit of advantage." "I'm better than him, right?" Screw you. I raised a middle finger tremblingly. When Lucas woke up, he was still dazed. Pulled his sticky pajama pants, looking at us blankly. I lowered my head not knowing what to say. He still saw the red marks on me, and the moisture after washing up. In the silent stillness, he pounced on Ethan in rage. Usually gentle Lucas was fiercely unlike himself. Before I could react, the two were fighting in a ball. That look was too scary. I hid in the bedroom carefully. Although heart ached for Lucas, thinking his pain meant Ethan's pain too, didn't ache as much. They rolled and fought on the floor. Fists hitting flesh made muffled sounds. Blood seeped from Ethan's mouth corner, but he still smiled: "You messed around with no scruples, should have thought of this day." Lucas didn't answer, a heavy punch hitting Ethan's abdomen. Seeing them fight more and more fiercely, I simply locked the door. Fighting sounds outside intensified. Dull thuds of flesh occasionally heard. I covered my ears, but still could hear Ethan's sick laughter and Lucas's suppressed roars. Unknown time passed. Everything finally returned to silence. "Nina, open the door." Lucas's voice suddenly sounded outside, gentle beyond words: "It's okay now." I opened the door and rushed into his arms. His scent mixed with blood, but I still settled down quickly. "It's my fault. I shouldn't have hidden it from you so long." He stroked my back carefully: "Does it hurt? Need to go to the hospital?" Someone else needs the hospital. Ethan watched us hugging, mouth lifting in a self-mocking arc: "I didn't go all the way." "F*ck! Want me to praise you?!"
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